The old lady turned to look at Jiang Songyi again and said with a smile: "Songyi, please choose a hairpin that you like best."
Jiang Songyi smiled slightly, picked up the gemstone tourmaline hairpin, and said, "Songyi likes this hairpin, thank you, grandma."
Jiang Yuyao watched Jiang Songyi pick up the tourmaline hairpin and put it in her sleeve. She immediately became anxious: "Sister, what are you doing? That was given to me by my second brother yesterday."
Jiang Songyi was slightly startled, her brows furrowed slightly. She put down the hairpin and turned to look at Jiang Yuyao, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Yuyao, what do you mean? It's just a hairpin, why do you value it so much?"
Jiang Yuyao's face became even more anxious. She bit her lower lip tightly, tears glistening in her eyes. She said firmly, "Sister, this hairpin means a lot to me. Second brother gave it to me because he hoped I would cherish myself and not get hurt easily. I can't bear to give it to anyone else."
Jiang Songyi frowned and looked at Jiang Yuyao, trying to find the answer from her eyes.
"Yuyao, do you really like this hairpin so much?"
Jiang Yuyao had tears in her eyes and said firmly: "Yes, sister. I really like it."
Jiang Songyi was puzzled: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? If I knew this hairpin was so important to you, I wouldn't have taken it away."
Jiang Yuyao's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head and said, "Sister, I didn't tell you before because I didn't want you to think I was competing for the family's favor. I didn't want you to misunderstand me because of a hairpin."
At this point, Jiang Yuyao curled her lips slightly, revealing a hypocritical smile, and asked, "I wonder what gift my second brother gave me? I've been curious for a long time."
Jiang Songyi frowned slightly. She knew that Jiang Yuyao was showing off that she received a gift from her second brother, but she didn't.
As soon as Jiang Baichuan entered the door, he heard the conversation between Jiang Yuyao and Jiang Songyi.
He frowned and stepped forward to question, "Yuyao, why did you go to Grandma and complain about Songyi? She is your biological sister."
Jiang Yuyao blushed, looking a little embarrassed. She forced a smile and said, "Brother, I'm just curious. I don't mean to complain."
Jiang Songyi looked at Jiang Yuyao coldly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Ever since she came in, this fake girl liked to show off and compete for the limelight in front of her, always trying to find ways to embarrass her.
Jiang Baichuan was sandwiched between the two of them, looking at his two sisters, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
Jiang Baichuan said, "Yuyao, if you're really curious, why don't you just ask Songyi directly instead of running to Grandma to tell her? How will she view you?"
Jiang Yuyao's face became even more embarrassed. She lowered her head and whispered, "I just thought my sister might be embarrassed to say it."
Jiang Songyi couldn't help but laugh out loud. She looked at Jiang Baichuan and said, "Second brother, Yuyao is always like this, she likes to beat around the bush. In fact, she really wants everyone to know that she received a gift from you."
Jiang Baichuan also laughed. He looked at Jiang Yuyao and said, "Yuyao, you should learn from Songyi's straightforwardness. If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why hide it like this?"
Jiang Yuyao bit her lip, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, but she also knew that she was indeed not as open-minded as Jiang Songyi.
Jiang Baichuan opened his mouth and was about to speak when a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears:
Jiang Baichuan picked a fight with me as soon as he got back yesterday, and you even came to join in the fun. Don't you know whether he gave me a gift or not? Why are you pretending?
The voice was soft and clear, and seemed to carry a hint of indescribable magic, which made him stunned in place.
In the hall of the Yongding Marquis's residence, red candles flickered, the light dim. Jiang Baichuan's gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Songyi, who stood nearby. She was dressed in a lavender silk gown, her hair tied high in a bun, and her eyes were picturesque, as if she had stepped out of a painting. However, his focus wasn't on Jiang Songyi's beauty, but on her eyes, which sparkled with a mysterious light.
"Could it be that the sound just now was really made by her?" Jiang Baichuan thought to himself, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
He tried to recall the argument he had with his sister yesterday. It had been a fierce fight, and Jiang Songyi had left in anger. He had assumed she would need at least a few days to recover. Yet, today, she appeared so calmly, and the words she had just spoken were clearly the warning she had once given him.
Jiang Baichuan frowned tightly, his doubts growing stronger. He couldn't help but move closer to Jiang Songyi, hoping to get the answer from her.
"Jiang Songyi, do you... do you know something?" Jiang Baichuan asked in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in his tone.
Jiang Songyi smiled faintly, a smile that was like a spring breeze, intoxicating. However, the light in her eyes became deeper, as if hiding endless secrets.
"Second brother, you really don't know?" Jiang Songyi asked softly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
Jiang Baichuan's heart tightened.
Why did she suddenly become like this?
He looked at Jiang Songyi, his eyes full of confusion.
At this time, the old lady looked at Jiang Baichuan and couldn't help asking, "When you returned home yesterday, you only prepared a gift for Yuyao. Did you forget about Songyi?"
Jiang Baichuan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected the old lady to be so perceptive in spotting this problem. He sighed inwardly, but forced a smile on his face. He replied softly, "Grandma, how could I dare to forget Sister Songyi? I was in a hurry yesterday and didn't have time to prepare a gift. I hope you will forgive me."
The old lady nodded slightly, but a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes. She looked at Jiang Baichuan, then turned to Jiang Songyi, who was sitting quietly beside her with a calm expression, seemingly unconcerned about Jiang Baichuan's gift.
"Songyi, what do you think?" the old lady turned around and asked.
Jiang Songyi smiled slightly and shook her head gently: "Grandma, Songyi doesn't care about gifts. As long as my brother remembers Songyi, Songyi will be satisfied."
The old lady's eyes flashed with relief when she heard this. She gently patted Jiang Songyi's hand, turned to Jiang Baichuan and said, "In that case, you should prepare a gift and give it to Songyi in person to show your appreciation."
Jiang Baichuan quickly agreed, but he felt a little helpless. He secretly wondered how he could make Jiang Songyi happy.
The old lady looked at Jiang Baichuan and said earnestly, "Baichuan, you are the second son of the Marquisate. You must treat all the brothers and sisters in this mansion equally and not show favoritism. Otherwise, people's hearts will be scattered, and this Marquisate will exist in name only."
Jiang Baichuan replied respectfully, "I will always follow my grandmother's teachings and will never forget them."
The old lady nodded slightly, then turned to look at Jiang Songyi: "Songyi, don't blame your brother. He was just careless for a moment. You have to learn to be tolerant, so that this family can be more harmonious."
Jiang Songyi smiled gently: "Don't worry, Grandma, Songyi understands."
The old lady felt even more relieved to see Jiang Songyi being so sensible.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
