Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Are you disgusting?
Ayun was afraid that Song Yucong would continue to make things difficult for Tao Ning, so she mustered up the courage to say, "Second Master, the eldest master and his wife are still waiting downstairs. How about, how about..."
Song Yucong withdrew his gaze from Tao Ning's snow-white ankle, turned his head, and looked over with impatience, which frightened Ayun so much that he dared not say a word for a moment. He thought tremblingly in his heart: The second young master's temper is really too bad, and the poor innocent guest was implicated.
"Go down quickly."
Song Yucong frowned and said four words, then put his hands in his pockets and went downstairs without looking back, without waiting for Tao Ning who stayed there.
As soon as he left, Ayun rushed forward and checked the boy from head to toe to check if he was injured. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was fine. He then found his shoes and squatted down to put them on him.
Looking at Ayun's whorl of hair, Tao Ning was a little dazed, as if he saw the figure of the person who once put shoes on him. He quickly came back to his senses and whispered, "No need to do this..." He retracted his snow-white calves and put on the shoes himself.
Ayun took him downstairs in another way and told Tao Ning to remember it. The latter nodded. Wearing black-framed glasses, he looked silly but very well-behaved.
As soon as I went down the stairs, I saw Song Heng sitting at the head table at a five or six meter long crystal dining table. Next to him was a woman in her thirties who was speaking to Song Yucong in Cantonese with a pinched throat. Her tone was stern, but her voice sounded like that of a lady from a wealthy family in Hong Kong in the last century.
Song Yucong, who had just glared at the young man, was now leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, his face showing even more impatience than before.
Ayun whispered in Tao Ning's ear, "Guest, this is the mother of the two young masters, Madam Song."
Mrs. Song and Song Yucong looked very similar. Although they were wearing a gentle green cheongsam, their sharp eyes looked at people in the same way. Hearing the movement at the stairs, her beautiful eyes swept over and looked at Tao Ning and Ayun, but she did not express welcome. Instead, she said gently to Song Heng, "Hengzi, introduce me to your mother."
Song Heng raised his eyebrows, put down the knife and fork in his hand, leaned forward and said something with a low laugh. Mrs. Song covered her mouth and smiled. After a moment, she waved to Tao Ning who was still standing.
Tao Ning walked over in small steps. Mrs. Song grabbed his wrist without saying anything. Unlike Tao Yuan's rough, calloused hands, hers were well-maintained, delicate, and extremely cold. She wrapped her hands around the boy's wrist like a snake and exclaimed in her half-fluent Chinese, "Hengzi, his hands are so white and smooth."
Tao Ning drooped her eyelashes and said nothing. Song Yucong, standing beside her, scoffed, "Feixing." "Feixing" means "sissy" in Cantonese. Even though Tao Ning didn't understand, the man's sarcasm was clear. He knew it wasn't a compliment, and he lowered his eyes even lower.
Mrs. Song's gentle expression changed, and she began to scold Song Yucong in Cantonese, which Tao Ning couldn't understand, until Song Heng said, "Okay, mother, don't let the guests laugh at you."
Mrs. Song finally shut up. Finally, as if teasing a pet, she took off the gold bracelet on her hand and placed it on Tao Ning's hand, "This is for you."
Tao Ning would certainly not accept the gold bracelet given to her right after they met, but Song Heng smiled and said, "Take it, it's not something very important."
"……thank you."
The gold bracelet was very expensive. Tao Ning wanted to take it back and sell it, and then buy a new one for Tao Yuan. He put it in his trouser pocket with care, but just this action made Mrs. Song cover her mouth and laugh. The woman's eyes, which were very similar to Song Yucong's, did not show ridicule and contempt, but the laughter of teasing a pet.
The boy felt a little embarrassed, and looked even more flustered. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He was like a slow-moving snail that had just come into contact with the outside world and was exposed to the wind and rain, and just wanted to retreat into his shell.
Ayun was so distressed watching this. Fortunately, Song Heng said a few words and asked Tao Ning to sit down, so the situation was not awkward.
After he sat down, the servants began to serve the dishes. It was a typical Western dinner, with a few cold dishes as appetizers. Tao Ning didn't know which hand to use the fork and which to use the knife, but he would secretly observe the other three people at the table, and finally learn to eat like them.
Tao Ning was actually sitting opposite Song Yucong. The main seat was occupied by Song Heng, and the seat next to the main seat was occupied by Madam Song.
This dinner, which was supposedly to "welcome" Tao Ning, did not show up at all. At the dinner table, only the conversation between Mrs. Song and Song Heng could be heard, with the woman occasionally giggling with her hand covering her mouth and talking about other things in English.
Tao Ning didn't understand Cantonese, but he understood English. They were probably talking about trivial matters like what the lady of a certain family had bought or how much money they had lost playing cards. Throughout the entire dinner, from the appetizers to the main courses and finally to dessert, only he and Song Yucong, who was standing in front of him, remained silent.
In the end, Song Yucong put down his fork and said expressionlessly, "I'm full." He stood up and wanted to leave. At this time, Mrs. Song's face changed again, and she scolded him in Cantonese and English alternately.
Tao Ning looked at the family of three in a daze. Not only did he move as slowly as a snail, his perception was also dull, but he could also sense that Mrs. Song seemed to dislike her second son, Song Yucong.
Why is that? Tao Ning wanted to know more about the target so she could take notes, but now was clearly not the right time. She could only watch Mrs. Song scold her quietly, while Song Yucong remained expressionless, folding her arms as she watched her finish.
Finally, it was Song Heng who intervened to mediate, and Mrs. Song finally shut up. He turned his gaze to the young man who was observing them, "Tao Ning, you and Yu Cong will report to school in a few days. I'll have the servants give you the school information, but for now, you can only enter as a transfer student. My sponsorship contract states that you must be in the top three in your grade within one semester before you can be transferred to Oxente as a full-time student."
Song Heng pondered for a moment, his eyes darkening. "If I can't do it, then unfortunately, I need to withdraw the funding."
The funding contract was in Tao Ning's bag. He read it over and over again. In fact, the requirements for him were very strict: not only did he have to be among the top three in his grade in an elite school, but he also had to win a gold medal in next year's International Mathematical Olympiad.
For ordinary smart students from the mountains, this is an extremely difficult task.
But for Tao Ning, who had won first prize in the provincial mathematics competition for three consecutive years, it seemed achievable. His early success had attracted the attention of countless schools and entrepreneurs, who marveled at how a poor student from a remote mountain village could travel thousands of miles to the provincial capital in a tacky van and win first prize so easily.
This was unbelievable! It was a slap in the face of those who believed in elitist education. Several schools and corporate figures later vied to sponsor Tao Ning, but in the end, the Song family secured the sponsorship with a generous offer of "a donation of two million upon fulfillment of the contract terms."
So Tao Ning once again traveled a long way here. He nodded, his clear eyes filled with determination and confidence. At this moment, the rustic glasses on him became a beautiful decoration. "Mr. Song, I will do my best to complete it."
Song Heng looked at him, revealing a somewhat subtle smile, nodded, glanced at the sullen Song Yucong, and suddenly said indifferently: "Yucong's grades in the international class are very poor. He only got 20 points in math. I'll have to trouble you to tutor him in the future..."
These words were like ignited dynamite, and the atmosphere in the living room instantly dropped to freezing point. Song Yucong's words were full of thorns, and he looked at him coldly: "Who do you think you are, Song Heng? You are not satisfied with controlling the company at home and those people in the procuratorate, and now you want to control me? Are you disgusting? Stop pretending to be stupid here."
"Song Yucong!" Mrs. Song stood up with a whoosh, her chest heaving with anger. She pointed at his nose and started scolding him, but Tao Ning didn't understand.
Song Yucong didn't refute her, but simply crossed his arms, his face nonchalant. In the end, it was still Song Heng who stepped in to calm Mrs. Song's anger. Then, Song Heng looked at Tao Ning and said, "Let's take a picture."
The servant brought a professional camera. Song Heng stood in the middle, Tao Ning and Mrs. Song stood on either side of him, and Song Yucong had already left.
With a "click".
The camera flashed brightly. This photo would appear in tomorrow's morning paper. Tao Ning had no idea how much of a stir this photo would cause.
He was taken back to the room by Ayun, who said "good night" to him and left. He looked a little anxious, as if there was still a lot of rough work to do.
Seeing him like this, Tao Ning felt embarrassed to let him stay and ask about Song Yucong.
The system came back from the sunflower seed cracking competition and asked him: [Daigua, how did you get along with Song Yucong today?]
Tao Ning recalled that face that seemed to be on the verge of rage at any moment and shook his head: [Not good.] It should be said that Song Yucong looked down on him and hated him.
What should you do next?
【I have no idea. 】
[…That’s right, I can’t count on you, an idiot.] The system suddenly had an idea. [How about this, idiot? I’ll find a solution for you in the cheats.]
However, at this moment, a mechanical voice suddenly appeared in Tao Ning's mind: [Ding Dong! Trigger the first mission of the Song Yucong solo line - stay in his room for more than half an hour.]
“…”
Tao Ning was stunned. This seemed like an impossible task, as Song Yucong deeply disliked him and was very resistant to his approach. [How can I...stay in his room for more than half an hour?]
The sound of flipping pages rang in his mind. Finally, the system "looked" in the direction of the bathroom. Tao Ning felt something and looked over there.
Ten minutes later.
The system exclaimed in amazement: [Fool, you're amazing! You actually managed to dismantle the water control system in someone else's bathroom.]
The reason the system gave him was that the bathroom was broken and he wanted to borrow it, but he had to do the whole show. Every piece of furniture in the Song family was of very good quality, so Tao Ning could only find a way to dismantle the machine that controlled the water flow in the bathroom.
This is a simple thing for him.
The boy patted the corner of his clothes, feeling a little shy about the praise from the system. His snow-white cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, but his happiness did not last long. The next second, the whole room was completely dark, with only the light outside the window remaining - it seemed that he had accidentally damaged the bedroom's power control mechanism.
Tao Ning: “…”
system:【……】
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