But yesterday, after Liang Yuxiu finished making the shirts, she went home, and the small room belonged to Zhao Xiaobei again.
Zhao Xiaobei returned to his familiar bed, but seemed a little insomniac.
Song Yingying watched Zhao Xiaobei get out of bed, and reminded him that although the weather was hot, the temperature was low at night, so he still had to cover himself with a blanket.
She watched Zhao Xiaobei nod earnestly, but then she saw him stand beside the bed after getting out of bed, and was reluctant to leave.
"What's wrong? Is there something missing?"
Song Yingying leaned close to Zhao Xiaobei and asked softly.
Zhao Xiaobei's bright dark eyes moved. He glanced at the empty seat next to Song Yingying, the seat where he had sat when he was listening to the story just now. There was attachment in his eyes.
Thinking back to when he and Song Yingying first met, no matter what others said about them being mother and son in the future, his relationship with Song Yingying was always quite cold. He didn't believe that a woman who looked so beautiful would be willing to be his stepmother.
At that time, there was not only Song Yingying's indifference, but also Zhao Xiaobei's stubbornness.
He was carrying a large luggage bag, so he jumped out of the car even though he was not tall enough. He was so hungry that he could only drink cold water without saying a word.
So when did the change in his relationship with Song Yingying begin?
Zhao Xiaobei remembered it clearly, it was a bowl of instant noodles.
It was the most delicious noodles he had ever eaten, and also the most expensive noodles.
He saw that it was Song Yingying who took the pearl hairpin and exchanged it for noodles with Aunt Jiang next door.
Although the pearl hairpin appeared on Song Yingying's desk again later, the fragrance of that bowl of noodles always lingered in Zhao Xiaobei's mind.
Later, they experienced many things together, and their relationship became closer and closer.
Just like... Mom.
Zhao Xiaobei's eyes flickered, and facing Song Yingying's gentle and caring gaze, he asked, "Can I still sleep with you tomorrow night?"
He wanted to sleep with Song Yingying.
Just like sleeping in my mother's arms.
Song Yingying suddenly understood what Zhao Xiaobei was thinking and reached out to him, "Of course, come up."
She patted Zhao Weidong's pillow and said, "Today you will sleep here, using your father's pillow. Lie down and I will cover you with a blanket."
After getting Song Yingying's permission, Zhao Xiaobei climbed onto the bed, lay down straight, and said nothing quietly.
Song Yingying carefully covered Zhao Xiaobei with a quilt, then got up and turned off the lights.
After she got into bed, she whispered, "Good night, Xiaobei."
Zhao Xiaobei paused, then said, "Good night...Mom."
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For both Jiang Nian and Song Yingying, it was a warm and sweet night, but it was not the case for others.
The next day.
Even though Liang Yuxiu hoped that the family's disgrace would not be made public, she could not stop so many eyes from prying at her. In just one night, rumors had spread everywhere, and the sisters-in-law in the compound had already guessed most of the story.
Because the content was too spicy and explosive, the sisters-in-law who used to shout loudly changed to muttering.
Huang Guixiang was even more unconvinced after hearing this and immediately refuted it.
"Don't talk nonsense! Yuxiu and her husband are fine, there is no such thing as you said! How can you talk about such things casually? Watch out for your rotten tongue!"
"Huang Guixiang, you wanted to hear it in the beginning. If you don't believe it after hearing it, then don't believe it. Why are you cursing us?" The sisters-in-law got angry when they heard what Huang Guixiang said, and continued, "Don't you usually believe what Sister Nian says the most? Let's go find Sister Nian now and tell her about it. Ask her if she believes it!"
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