Chapter 5 "Boss, is it pretty?" "Very pretty..."
"Who fell!"
Song Xuechen, who had always been pampered and spoiled, had never been smeared like this before. She immediately jumped up in anger: "It was clearly your own fault for not handling it properly, and you're blaming me?"
“It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault…” Luo Yunqing glanced at Song’s mother, then lowered her head sadly: “Brother Xiaoxue is right, it was my fault for not holding it properly, it’s not your fault.”
Speaking softly, it sounded like something someone would say only when forced to compromise.
Song Xuechen was even angrier: "You!"
"Alright, what's all the noise about at the front gate?"
Song Jingguo then walked over and gave a command.
As if she had found her pillar of support, Song Xuechen strode around Luo Yunqing and ran to his side to complain: "Dad, he framed me! I didn't even touch that ceramic piece, Mom, right?"
Lin Wenting was also forced to get involved in the conflict.
One was jumping around, shouting that he was innocent, while the other remained silent, not uttering a single word in his defense.
To be honest, she wasn't really sure either.
At the time, I only saw Luo Yunqing hand the ceramic to Xiaoxue, and then it fell. I really don't know exactly how it fell.
"There must be some misunderstanding here."
A fleeting image flashed through his mind: Luo Yunqing's eyes, filled with restraint yet anticipation that she would take charge of her own life. He then recalled how he had spent the entire afternoon in the pottery classroom today, braving the high temperatures, just to deliver a presentable gift to Xiaoxue.
How could such a good child break the porcelain she worked so hard to make? On the other hand, Xiaoxue is usually a bit willful…
"Maybe it's too slippery." Lin Wenting racked her brains to find an excuse for him: "With ceramics, this is how it is if you don't hold it properly."
Luo Yunqing carried it the whole way without dropping it.
It's obvious who didn't hold on tight.
"Mom! I already told you, it wasn't me, it wasn't me!" Song Xuechen couldn't even maintain the most basic good attitude. She stomped her foot, glared at Luo Yunqing hatefully, and ran into the house. "I knew my own son would be biased when he came back, humph!"
"Xiaoxue, that's not what Mom meant." Lin Wenting quickly chased after her.
At the doorway, only Luo Yunqing and Song Jingguo remained.
One in front of the other.
His sharp, piercing gaze was fixed on Song Jingguo's back until the shrill chirping of cicadas came from the million-dollar Podocarpus macrophyllus tree in the courtyard. Only then did Song Jingguo finally move.
She strode up to him, her eyes fixed straight ahead: "This is a one-time exception, and there will be no next time."
"Father thinks it's me?" The hopeful light in her eyes dimmed little by little, and Luo Yunqing lowered her head dejectedly. "...Since Father thinks it is, then so be it."
She sniffed softly, her voice growing even softer: "I have nothing to say."
I was initially quite certain, but his gesture of wiping his eyes lowered my confidence by four points.
“That’s not what Dad meant.” Song Jingguo sighed deeply. “Over the years, Xiaoxue has been spoiled by your mother. It’s inevitable that he will be a little temperamental. I will ask your mother to discipline him properly later. You… should not have any more unpleasantness with him over this matter. We are all family, and harmony is the most important thing.”
"I understand." Luo Yunqing wiped her eyes again and nodded.
Song Jingguo's brows slowly relaxed. "That's right. Come on, let's go inside and eat first."
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During dinner, Song Xuechen refused to come downstairs in a huff.
Song Jingguo didn't pay any attention to him. He put two pieces of meat on Luo Yunqing's plate at the dinner table and suggested to Lin Wenting, "Xiaoqing is too thin. Tell the kitchen to give him some extra nutrition later."
Lin Wenting gave a few absent-minded replies.
He took a couple of bites and put down his chopsticks, and couldn't help but worry, "Xiaoxue doesn't even want to eat dinner. Today I made her favorite braised pork with preserved vegetables."
Luo Yunqing looked at the meat in the bowl, picked up a piece with her chopsticks and slowly savored it. The meat was delicious and melted in her mouth like soft jelly.
No wonder Song Xuechen likes it.
"Why are you worrying so much? He'll know to come down and eat when he's hungry." Song Jingguo picked up another piece of braised pork and put it in Luo Yunqing's bowl. He turned to her and said, "Besides, it's not a big deal if he misses a meal. It'll be a good opportunity to change his spoiled nature."
“It’s been so many years, how could he possibly change…” Lin Wenting turned around and saw Luo Yunqing quietly eating his meal, her words abruptly ending. She quickly put some food on his plate as well, “After you finish eating, Mom will take you back to your room, and we’ll go buy you a couple of nice outfits tomorrow.”
Luo Yunqing stared intently at the bowl full of meat dishes and softly agreed.
Song Xuechen's room was on the third floor, on the east side with excellent lighting and view. Lin Wenting arranged for Luo Yunqing to be in the far west corner, so that the two children wouldn't start fighting again before they had a chance to get along.
"Ayan, that's your older brother. He lives on the fourth floor. He went to the company today and hasn't come back yet. You'll see him tomorrow morning."
After dinner, Lin Wenting led him back to his room, talking as they walked.
Luo Yunqing responded to each point.
Take the elevator to the third floor, exit, turn right and walk to the end; that's his current room. The room is large, and it also has a private bathroom.
The smell of citrus cleaner still lingers after cleaning.
Stepping out of the bathroom, there was a two-meter-wide bed and a row of empty wardrobes, much better than the one he had in the orphanage. I'm sure the bed must be very soft and comfortable.
The room is kept at a constant temperature by air conditioning, so you no longer need to use a fan to sleep.
"Are you satisfied, Qing? Tell Mom if you need anything, and Mom will prepare it for you."
Luo Yunqing looked around, seemingly in a good mood, and shook her head with a smile: "The room is beautiful, I'm very satisfied, thank you, Mom."
Lin Wenting secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're satisfied. You can rest now."
"good."
He smiled as he saw Lin Wenting off.
After closing the door, Luo Yunqing turned around and rushed to the bathroom, where she vomited up all of her dinner.
After vomiting until the very end, my mouth was filled with sour fluid.
The orphanage has many children and is always short of funds, so the meat dishes at each meal are usually quite bland. Suddenly stuffing them with juicy and oily meat would definitely be too much for their stomachs to handle.
Luo Yunqing barely ate a few bites before she started to vomit, and eventually she had to force herself to eat.
But... the meat was really delicious.
Turn on the cold water, scoop up a handful and splash it on your face. Shake your fingertips, which are still wet with water droplets, a couple of times, and then run them through your hair to smooth it back, revealing a smooth, white forehead and a pair of ambitious eyes.
This meat is so delicious, I'm definitely going to eat a lot of it this time.
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As it approached 10 p.m., a faint light appeared in front of the window.
Luo Yunqing is a light sleeper, easily awakened by the slightest noise. She drew back the curtains and looked down, where the familiar Rolls-Royce Phantom had returned.
After hurrying into the house, I went straight up to the third floor.
Song Xuechen was still awake, curled up on the sofa in the small living room on the third floor, hugging a pillow. When she saw people, her lips trembled and she started to cry pitifully, "Luo Yunqing is too much!"
"What's wrong?" Song Moyan walked over and sat down, wiping away the tears from the corner of his eyes with his thumb. "What exactly happened to make our Xiaoxue so angry?"
"It's all because of Luo Yunqing." Song Xuechen sniffed and complained in a muffled voice, "Didn't Mom and Dad bring him back today...?"
Recounting what happened after he was brought back, the young master felt even more aggrieved. "It was clearly him, yet he put on a pitiful act for Mom and Dad. Brother, you have to stand up for me!"
"Okay. I'll talk to him about it tomorrow morning." Song Moyan agreed without hesitation, cupping his swollen, tear-stained face, his heart aching: "How could you make our Xiaoxue so angry? She didn't even eat dinner. She deserves to be scolded!"
In the shadowy corner, Luo Yunqing pressed herself against the wall and silently grinned.
He then took out his phone, made sure the flash was on, and snapped several photos of the overly intimate couple before switching to video mode.
Unfortunately, the memory was full in less than 30 seconds.
Tsk, time to get a new phone.
But that's enough.
Song Moyan is twenty-five this year, and the Song family should be arranging a marriage for him.
In her previous life, she was betrothed to Miss Tang, the second daughter of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. They were married for nearly eight years, and she, a gentle and polite husband, remained completely unaware of the truth.
Later, while investigating Pei Yanli's death, he discovered the shameful affair between Song Moyan and Song Xuechen, but couldn't bear to tell her.
Considering that she had drugged Song Moyan and handed him over to her in the end, Luo Yunqing didn't mind helping her again in this life so that she could see things more clearly sooner.
After taking the photos, I quietly returned to my room, just like when I arrived.
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The next morning, before seven o'clock.
He was about to go downstairs when he ran into Song Moyan.
Did they specifically come to ambush him and yell at him?
Luo Yunqing blinked twice and obediently called out, "Big Brother."
“I’ve said before that Xiaoxue is also a victim in this matter.” Song Moyan pondered for a moment, then asked coldly, “Why did you still do such a thing?”
"That kind?" Luo Yunqing was completely confused. "Big brother, which...which kind are you talking about?"
"You know it in your heart!" Song Moyan took two steps closer, narrowing his dark eyes. "Xiaoxue is simple-minded and too lazy to argue with you. If there's a next time, I won't mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of your parents."
Luo Yunqing suddenly realized: "Brother, you don't also think that I broke the ceramics last night, do you?"
"Otherwise what?"
"So that's how my brother sees me...that kind of person...sigh! Since that's what my brother thinks, there's nothing I can do about it." Luo Yunqing gave a bitter hum: "In the end, I'm just...just not as close to my brother as Xiaoxue."
"What do you mean? Didn't you do it?"
Luo Yunqing didn't explain further and walked around the people downstairs.
Despite having missed a meal, Song Xuechen still obediently came over for breakfast in the morning.
Upon seeing him, she instinctively wanted to avoid him. Unexpectedly, Luo Yunqing took the initiative to step forward and apologize for what happened last night: "It was my slip of the hand that made me not hold it properly. I thought Brother Xiaoxue disliked the ceramics I made. I'm sorry."
"Did you accidentally slip your hand?"
"Xiaoxue." Just as she was about to retort, Song Jingguo and Lin Wenting walked in and heard every word they said. Song Jingguo said, "It's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore."
"But……"
Song Xuechen wanted to say more.
Seeing that his father was already dissatisfied, Song Moyan quickly pulled him to sit down beside him and answered for him, "Xiaoxue understands."
Breakfast turned out alright, though.
When they were almost finished eating, Song Jingguo brought up Song Xuechen's eighteenth birthday party, saying, "Let's hold Xiaoqing's birthday party together, so everyone can get to know each other."
"dad!"
The pampering and favoritism of parents have led to the current situation where even birthday parties are shared with another person.
Song Xuechen was so angry that she clenched her fists. She tried to hold back, but she couldn't take it anymore. She put down her chopsticks and ran away.
When Song Moyan caught up, she turned around, hugged his lean waist, and shook him vigorously: "This is my birthday party, it's for me alone, why do you have to give this to him too!"
“Xiaoxue, Xiaoqing…we’re the same age and born on the same day as you.” Song Moyan coaxed patiently, “And the Pei family will be coming that day too.”
"No, no!"
Song Xuechen didn't care about the Pei family or anything like that; all he knew was that everything he had would be taken away by Luo Yunqing.
Song Moyan, who had always been on his side, actually told him to "be obedient."
"Go away! You're no longer my good brother. Go find your Xiao Qing." Song Xuechen angrily slammed the door shut and wouldn't open it for anyone.
He's lost everything, except...
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Upon receiving a tearful phone call from Song Xuechen, Pei Hengzhi rushed out of the house. At the corner of the garden, he ran too fast and couldn't stop, nearly crashing into a wheelchair on the other side.
"I'm sorry, Second Uncle."
Pei Yanli was on her way to the hospital when she heard this and shook her head. She then saw him hurriedly say something and head towards the garage.
"Where is he going in such a hurry?"
Chen Zhao glanced lazily into the distance and scoffed, "Where else can we go besides the Song family?"
"The Song family?"
Pei Yanli casually tapped on the latest trending news on her phone. Chen Zhao glanced at it sideways and sighed, "I never expected that the prestigious Song family could pull off something like this. That young master really suffered a lot at the orphanage."
Every news article about the Song family includes several photos of the Song couple visiting the orphanage to reunite with their son, with the camera mostly focusing on the real young master.
The most talked-about photo is of Madam Song hugging him, with a single tear naturally sliding down her cheek, which can be described as an angel's tear.
Especially after learning about his complicated and difficult life story, it has aroused countless people's sympathy online.
Chen Zhao was one of them.
I never imagined that someone could be even worse off than him.
"Now that the real young master is back, that fake young master from the Song family must be panicking." Chen Zhao, with an air of never missing a chance for a good show, said, "That's why he's going to ask our young master Pei to back him up..."
Before he could finish speaking, he pressed the back button on his phone and opened another trending news item.
Unlike other articles with similar themes, this one focuses on the Blue Sky Welfare Home, accompanied by a photo of the real young master and a little boy smiling cheek to cheek.
With slender fingers, she clicked on the image, then pointed two fingers at the face of the young master of the Song family, zooming in again and again.
Chen Zhao raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at Pei Yanli.
"boss."
"Um?"
"Is it pretty?"
Pei Yanli withdrew her hand, and the image instantly returned to its original state.
He didn't panic at being caught; instead, he nodded seriously and said, "Very beautiful."
It looks familiar; I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.
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