Song Zhe felt dizzy and the last bit of strength in his body was drained away. His body softened and he fell backwards uncontrollably.
Chen Xiaoru screamed, and quickly stretched out her arms, hugging him tightly, barely able to stabilize his body.
"How are you...how are you?"
Chen Xiaoru's voice was trembling, her clear eyes were filled with worry, and her hands were tightly around his waist, afraid that he would fall again.
"I'm fine..."
Song Zhe forced a smile that was uglier than crying. His voice was as light as a mosquito's hum, and his face was as pale as a wall that had just been plastered. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, wetting the loose hair at his temples.
Chen Xiaoru felt so distressed that she quickly raised her sleeves and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead. Her heart skipped a beat when her fingertips touched his hot skin.
"You still say it's okay, but it's already like this!"
There was helplessness in Chen Xiaoru's voice.
Song Zhe felt limp all over, as if all his bones had been pulled out. He didn't even have the strength to lift his hands. He could only lean weakly on Chen Xiaoru, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible:
"It's just... I'm a little out of energy."
Chen Xiaoru carefully supported him and let him sit down slowly against the bed.
"Lie down and rest for a while." She said softly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her voice.
Song Zhe grabbed her hand and held it tightly, refusing to let go. His eyes were filled with anxiety and longing, staring at her closely, afraid that she would suddenly disappear.
"Will you...will you stay with me?" His voice was hoarse with a hint of begging.
Chen Xiaoru looked at his weak and helpless appearance, and the softest part of her heart was deeply poked, and a wave of bitterness surged in her heart.
After all, he had just recovered from a serious illness, and after arguing with her for so long, his body must have been exhausted. She sighed softly and nodded:
"I'm not leaving, not yet. You should rest first."
"good……"
A childlike satisfied smile appeared on Song Zhe's face, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He held Chen Xiaoru's hand tightly, as if afraid that she would go back on her word, and spoke anxiously.
"You promised... You are not allowed to regret it..."
"Go to sleep. I'm going out first."
Chen Xiaoru gently pulled out her hand that he was holding tightly, her voice soft and with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, she turned and walked out of the room.
As soon as I left the house, I heard Mother Song's harsh rebuke:
"Qingqing, how can you be so ignorant!"
Song Qingqing lowered her head, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, her voice filled with grievance and unwillingness:
"Mom, I was wrong. I won't do it again."
"Don't dare? I think you dare very much!"
Song's mother's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger as if she was disappointed in her child.
"I just told you this morning, and it hasn't been long since you started acting like this again! It seems like I've spoiled you over the years and that's why you've become like this."
"Mom, what I said is the truth!"
Song Qingqing raised her head, her eyes red, and argued stubbornly. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling slightly, "She was originally bought by our family! Besides, Sister Rongrong is more knowledgeable than Chen Xiaoru, and she can help Big Brother."
"You...you..." Mother Song was so angry that she was speechless.
Chen Xiaoru stood at the door, listening to these words, the corners of her mouth raised, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She walked over slowly, her voice as sharp as a knife:
"Pa pa pa, that's very well said." She crossed her arms and looked down at Song Qingqing condescendingly.
"Song Qingqing, if the Cheng Rongrong you mentioned really likes your elder brother so much, why didn't she marry him and take care of him? They say true love is invincible. It seems that her love..." She paused deliberately, raising her eyebrows slightly, "Hehe..."
"You...you just can't compare to her!"
Song Qingqing felt so hurt that she stood up suddenly and retorted angrily, her face flushed red.
Chen Xiaoru sneered and took a step forward:
"I can't compare to her? How can I compare to her? Tell me."
Song Qingqing took a half step back and spoke faster:
"She's more knowledgeable than you, she's the dean's daughter, and she can help my brother. Can you?"
Chen Xiaoru narrowed her eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Oh, I see. It's all about your father! And you want your eldest brother to live off women. I wonder if he'd be sad to hear that."
"I didn't. That's not what I meant."
Song Qingqing waved her hands in panic, trying to make excuses.
Chen Xiaoru pressed on step by step, her eyes sharp:
"What do you mean by that? They say a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. It seems you are also well-educated! That's why you look down on women who haven't been educated."
“You…I…”
Song Qingqing was speechless. She clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked like she had suffered a great injustice.
Chen Xiaoru snorted coldly and turned away:
"I don't want to talk to someone like you who is arrogant but incompetent. You should lower your standards, you idiot." She strode towards the kitchen, ready to boil water for him to wash.
Xiaoyu followed closely behind and asked softly: "
Sister, are we still leaving?"
Chen Xiaoru slowed down her pace and looked back at Xiaoyu:
"Xiaoyu, do you want to leave?"
Xiaoyu shook his head firmly:
"Sis, wherever you are, I'm there."
The frost on Chen Xiaoru's face melted, revealing a gentle smile:
"Xiaoyu, can you help me light the fire?"
"Okay, sister, I can make a fire."
Chen Xiaoyu rolled up his sleeves excitedly, eager to show off his abilities.
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