Chapter 54 Back at the orphanage, making dumplings! ...
Song Moyan stood by the second-floor window until the Maybach van drove out of the Song family's gate.
"Father, do you really intend to agree to Pei Yanli's request?"
After seeing the person off, Song Jingguo didn't say a word, but simply leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
Time ticked by, but Song Moyan, still too young and impetuous, lost his composure: "No wonder they gave us so many projects; it turns out it was all to get Luo Yunqing into the Song family!"
"Isn't this great?" Song Jingguo said without even opening his eyes.
Naturally, he didn't see the astonishment on his eldest son's face. Song Moyan asked, puzzled, "What did you say?"
“Okay.” Song Jingguo curled his fingers and tapped the sofa armrest rhythmically. “Having a purpose is better than having nothing.”
"But Luo Yunqing..."
"What's wrong with Xiao Qing?" Song Jingguo slightly lifted his eyelids, coldly glancing over, "He's my son too."
Logically speaking, even if Pei Yanli hadn't specifically brought it up, he should have already considered this possibility.
But she eventually got married.
No matter how outstanding they are, we cannot simply hand over the Song family to others.
However, it's good to use it to provoke the eldest son, so that he doesn't think he can do whatever he wants just because he has the Song family in his grasp, and then commit another reckless act.
Thinking of this, Song Jingguo couldn't help but angrily rebuke, "Where were you planning to go upstairs just now?"
"I... am going back to my room."
“Go back to your room? Ha!” Song Jingguo slammed his fist on the sofa and stood up abruptly, crossing his arms and squinting at Song Jingguo. “Do you even believe that yourself?”
Is he blind or deaf?
Song Jingguo was somewhat disappointed in his son, saying, "Do you know how much our Song family has lost just because of this one incident! And yet you still show no remorse."
We absolutely cannot let him continue to act recklessly like this.
After pacing back and forth a few times with his arms crossed, Song Jingguo turned and walked up to the person, saying in a deep voice, "Since Xiaoxue is 18, then hurry up and find him a partner to marry. Your affair will fall apart on its own."
When the time comes, the media will use the same story they told before: the younger brother just sprained his ankle, and the older brother helped him up, minimizing the impact of the incident and recovering the losses for the Song family.
He had thought things through thoroughly, but Song Moyan insisted, "But Dad, I like it..."
"What do you like?" Song Jingguo suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "You're brothers! It doesn't matter if you're not related by blood!"
Keeping Song Xuechen around is just so that one day we can send her out to help the Song family. If we let them be together, wouldn't that be a waste of their time?
Song Jingguo had made up his mind, and said, "I'm entrusting you with the task of choosing a family for Xiaoxue. You decide what kind of family to choose, but don't disappoint me."
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Upon hearing this news, Song Xuechen's face turned pale in waves, and she couldn't stop feeling dizzy.
Song Moyan rushed over, but as soon as he reached out his hand, it was grabbed tightly.
"Brother, please don't send me away." Song Xuechen pleaded with him, tears streaming down her face.
If you give them away, will they ever have a good life?
“But this was Dad’s decision.” Song Moyan resolutely avoided his gaze. “I… had no choice.”
Dad's meaning is already very clear.
If this matter is not handled well, he will not only agree to Luo Yunqing joining the Song family, but may even... change the successor.
"Xiaoxue, please have some understanding for your brother."
"I understand you?" Song Xuechen forcefully shoved him away, shouting, "I understand you? Who understands me!"
Song Moyan stumbled back two steps, knocking over the display case behind him. Model toys scattered all over the floor, many of them gifts he had brought back from his business trips around the world.
Now, the gift is torn to pieces.
"Brother, how could you be so heartless?" Inside the room, wailing and sobbing filled the air as Song Xuechen cried out, "Didn't you say you loved me the most and cared for me the most?!"
“It’s because I’m not capable.” Song Moyan quickly thought of someone more capable than him. “Isn’t there Pei Hengzhi? I heard he woke up yesterday. Go and beg him. He’ll be willing to protect you.”
"there is none left."
"What?"
"It's all gone, he broke up with me!"
…………
After being so enraged by the video that he fainted, Pei Hengzhi stayed in the hospital for two more days.
I didn't go back until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
Upon arriving home, the old man immediately sent his butler over to inquire about the situation.
The head injury only needs to be treated and will heal in a month or two, but the injuries below the waist show no improvement.
Before being discharged from the hospital, Wang Manshu specifically took him to see Tang Yajun, and the conclusion reached was the same as that of the other doctors.
It was incredibly lucky that I survived; my legs are now completely ruined.
Unlike Pei Yanli, who could have a steel plate inserted into her leg, Pei Hengzhi's case was useless even with a steel plate. If it weren't for Wang Manshu's insistence, the doctor's initial suggestion would have been to amputate the limb.
Tang Ya-yun also suggested that with today's advanced technology, one can still walk after being fitted with a prosthetic leg, but Wang Man-shu still refused.
She always felt that their medical skills were inadequate, and that once she found a doctor with better skills, her son might be able to stand up without amputation.
Tang Yajun did not force the issue.
I hope she can really find such a wonderful person; she will definitely become his disciple immediately.
"Mom, why is it so quiet in Uncle's yard?"
On the way back, passing by the second house, there wasn't a sound. Pei Hengzhi grabbed his mother's hand anxiously, "They... Luo Yunqing is gone!"
The words that were about to come out were immediately swallowed back. When Wang Manshu heard him say that name, her vision went black.
"Yes! I'm leaving! Don't think about it anymore."
"No, you're lying to me, you must be lying to me." Pei Hengzhi released her, moved his wheelchair to the door, and asked the servants in the yard, "Where are Second Uncle and Second Aunt?"
The sudden sound startled everyone.
The servants looked at each other before one of them whispered, "Second Master and Young Master went to the orphanage early this morning."
“The welfare home…” Pei Hengzhi murmured.
Wang Manshu quickly came over, glared at the talkative one, and pushed the wheelchair back into the house: "Can you please stop thinking about him? It's impossible."
As early as the second day after the wedding, Pei Yanli wrote that man's name into the family genealogy. During the New Year, she worshipped the ancestors and led him to receive New Year's greetings from the younger generation of the Pei family. Everyone knew about it.
"Here, take a look for yourself." Wang Manshu opened her phone and brought up the entries from the past few days.
The entry about "Luo Yunqing is a lucky star" has long disappeared, replaced by "Master Pei's mobile phone photo album is revealed".
Honeymoon trip, daily life at home, snowball fight... every picture is of Luo Yunqing, from various angles.
Laughing, acting silly, or just quietly lying down and sleeping.
"Do you know what I think when I see these photos?" Teng Zaiye sat in the kitchen of the orphanage, a lollipop in his mouth, holding a child in one arm, occasionally flipping through his phone, and gazing wistfully at the person making dumpling wrappers.
As Luo Yunqing continued to swing, the sleeves of his sweater fell down again. His mother-in-law quickly wiped her hands, found two small rubber bands, rolled up the sleeves, and tied them inside his sweater.
The loose sleeves stopped falling down. Luo Yunqing tugged at them twice, then turned around: "What are you thinking?"
"I'll kill you both."
"Oh—" He looked at the person who came in after washing a basket of vegetables at the door, and suddenly raised his voice: "You're going to kill me!"
"Young Master".
Teng Zaiye had just opened his mouth when he was almost startled by the sound. He quickly stood up and waved his hand to explain, "No, that's not true. He's just talking nonsense."
"Are you here as a guest?"
Jiang Ziyu said one sentence.
Teng Zaiye quickly pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. He had only eaten half of it and didn't know where to put it, so he simply chewed it up in a few bites, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and was about to take the bok choy from his hand when he said solicitously, "I'll go wash the vegetables."
Jiang Ziyu: "It's already been washed."
"Then I'll go... pick out the dumpling wrappers!" Teng Zaiye laughed and rolled up his sleeves to go to Luo Yunqing's side.
Faced with a rolling pin and a pinch of dough, I blinked helplessly, wondering, "Aren't there ready-made dumpling wrappers in the supermarket?"
“There are ready-made dumplings in the supermarket.” Luo Yunqing skillfully grabbed a little flour and spread it on the board, then flattened the small dough ball with a rolling pin, rolling it into a thin wrapper in a few quick movements.
Teng Zaiye scratched his head and followed behind to learn. Luo Yunqing had already picked out dozens of sheets, while he had only barely finished one. It was square and not thin, so it needed to be processed a second time.
Jiang Ziyu picked up the lump of dough and said bluntly, "You'd better go out."
"No way, I can't do dough-making, but I can do other things." Teng Zaiye wandered around for a moment.
He's terrible at everything – slaughtering chickens and ducks, making soup and stewing.
Helpless, they could only run to Pei Yanli's place, where she was teaching children how to make dumplings.
"Old Pei, are you sure you can handle this? Don't set a bad example for the kids." He said with a hint of schadenfreude, but when he turned his head and saw the neatly arranged dumplings, he immediately stopped laughing.
Chen Zhao: "Why isn't Young Master Teng smiling anymore? Is it because he's not naturally inclined to smile?"
"No, you all secretly learned it behind my back!" Teng Zaiye broke down immediately. Why could everyone else find work but he couldn't?
"Old Pei, didn't you only know how to cook porridge and instant noodles before? When did you evolve?"
Back when we were abroad, I never saw him so talented!
“The past is the past.” Pei Yanli glanced at him indifferently, then looked away. “You’ll understand when you have a family.”
Teng Zaiye broke through the defenses again.
She turned back to Jiang Ziyu's side, hugged his waist and cried loudly, "Xiaoyu, they're bullying me because I don't have a wife."
Jiang Ziyu lowered her eyes to look at the hands that were tightly hugging her waist, her brow twitched, and she said in a low voice, "I didn't either."
"That's perfect! Be my wife! That way we can..."
Suddenly, the incandescent light above his head was blocked by something. Teng Zaiye looked up blankly and saw the bottom of the stainless steel basin.
"What did you say?" Jiang Ziyu asked with a smile and a lowered head.
Teng Zaiye immediately let go, licking his dry lips. "I said... if you don't agree, I'll come back and ask again tomorrow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he darted out of the kitchen.
Soon, chattering sounds came from outside, calling out, "Brother Ono."
"You two aren't together yet?" Luo Yunqing then moved closer to Jiang Ziyu, rubbing his face as he asked.
When I arrived, my mother-in-law told me that they had been staying here since New Year's Eve, which is five or six days, and they even slept in the same bed. How come there was no progress at all?
Jiang Ziyu: "You care about me that much?"
"I want to see how long you'll keep up your stubbornness, brother," Luo Yunqing muttered softly.
If he spoke even softer, Jiang Ziyu's hearing was superb, and he immediately retorted, "Where did I speak so stubbornly?"
"Yes, you're not being stubborn."
His mouth was harder than a stainless steel basin.
Jiang Ziyu cut off a piece of the bok choy heart and couldn't help but sigh, "Didn't I ask him what he was saying?"
What did he say? Teng Zaiye was just asking him if he could be his wife...
Luo Yunqing pondered for a long time before finally realizing what she meant. She grabbed the rolling pin and was about to rush out.
"Come back!" Jiang Ziyu called out hastily. "Where are you going?"
“I’ll tell him,” Luo Yunqing said excitedly.
If you say it again, he'll agree.
Jiang Ziyu: "You are not allowed to go."
Luo Yunqing was puzzled.
“Wait…” Jiang Ziyu turned around and mumbled, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Tomorrow is tomorrow.
I reckon even if it comes to tomorrow, he'll still say to wait a little longer.
When will we get there?
Ten years from now?
After Luo Yunqing finished rubbing the dough, she put down her sleeves and, instead of going to find Pei Yanli, pulled Teng Zaiye over to squat in the corner and muttered something to him.
"Little brother, is this really going to work on your brother? I'm afraid he'll beat me up later."
"What are you afraid of! If you succeed, you'll have a wife! If you fail, just keep pursuing her."
"That's right!"
Teng Zaiye seemed to awaken from a dream, and suddenly understood everything.
After a pot of dumplings was cooked, the teachers went to distribute them to the children first. Jiang Ziyu followed along, but was pulled away as soon as she picked up a soup spoon.
"Teng Zaiye, what's gotten into you now!"
Luo Yunqing seized the opportunity, filled the empty space, and scooped a full spoonful of dumplings into the bowl.
"Xiao Luo, this is too much. A child can't eat many of these," Pei Yanli said, maneuvering her wheelchair over.
He then scooped up a few more.
"Why are you so happy?" Before dinner, Pei Yanli saw him and Teng Zaiye acting mysteriously, as if they were plotting something.
"Them." Luo Yunqing raised her chin and gestured towards the two people walking away, "If it works out, I have to sit at the head table!"
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