Chapter 77 "Zhang Henian, you're not pretending anymore?"
When Mrs. Song heard the name, she couldn't believe it.
Song Xi chose to marry the northern man in the capital city whom she disliked the most?
She actually got the marriage certificate secretly, hid it from her family, and casually decided on her own marriage!
"How dare you be so bold? How could you be so rebellious!"
She clutched her chest, so angry she forgot to cry. "It's my parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. How can you just decide your own marriage so casually? Your family will obviously arrange your marriage, so why are you so anxious?"
Song Xi spoke calmly without blinking.
"If my parents were still alive, they would also give me the choice."
"Are you blaming me for not respecting you and not giving you the right to choose?" Old Mrs. Song gasped, seeming very hurt.
"Grandma, I'm very grateful to everyone for raising me all these years, from the little five-year-old to adulthood. I tried my best to be a good child, but even the best child wants a little freedom. When she grows up, she also wants to fly wherever she wants to go."
"She also wants to take the initiative to choose her own future, family, career, and dreams."
"So I chose the capital and chose a husband for myself."
Old Mrs. Song was about to cry again: "You..."
"Don't ask me why I'm so rebellious, why I'm so cold-blooded, why I have no conscience, just like I never asked you why, when I was five, you divided my parents' inheritance into several parts: some for my uncle, some for my cousin, some for my younger cousin, and none for me."
"Just like I never asked, when I was six years old, my uncle's friend molested me at home, ripped my skirt, and pulled my hair. You bought me a small cake to appease me because of the huge compensation he paid."
"Just like I wouldn't ask. When I was eight years old, there was a heavy rainstorm. My family moved all my parents' jewelry inheritance out and left me waiting in the attic for three days and three nights."
"It's like if someone came to propose marriage for me, you would push my cousin out to a good family and say you would find a more suitable one for me."
"Over the years, you've always ignored me a little, and then made up for it with me a little."
"A piece of cake, a greeting, a cheongsam, and some loving and caring words."
Song Xi raised his eyes and calmly met the old man's mottled and ridiculous face.
"Grandma, I have never been angry because of your neglect, nor have I been resentful because of your balance, nor have I been obsessed with my parents' inheritance."
"I just want to...stay in the capital, is that okay?"
These words are too naked and too straightforward.
It tears apart the false prosperity on the surface of a happy family, revealing the most unbearable human heart.
It was torn apart, and everyone was half human and half ghost, and no one could see it.
All the words the old lady wanted to say were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
She took a deep breath and said, "You want revenge and choose someone to marry because you hate us and blame us."
"No." Song Xi said, "Because I like him."
"I like Jingcheng, Jingzhuo, his parents, his brothers and sisters, his grandparents, the big terrace at his house, the sunset in the evening, Aunt Wang, and the golden retriever."
Song Xi expressed his choice seriously and firmly.
"So I'm staying here. I have to stay here."
Outside the door, Jing Zhuo's tall and slender figure leaned against the wall, listening quietly to every word.
Every word fell clearly into his ears and struck his heart.
Heavy, sour, and heavy.
It's thumping again.
Inside, Song Xiti helped the old lady pick up the luggage, still respectful and polite.
"Your leg is healed, and I've explained everything to you. Let me take you back to the villa so you can have a good night's rest. I'll take you to the airport tomorrow, okay?"
The old lady was helpless with her granddaughter's frequent out-of-control behavior today, and she became angry because she couldn't control her.
She angrily shook off Song Xi's hand.
"I don't want you to send me off, and I won't live in your villa. I want to go back now."
"Grandma, your ticket is tomorrow."
"I don't need you to worry about me. Just let me fend for myself. I'm an evil grandma anyway. I've never felt sorry for you!"
The old lady said this and walked out of the ward angrily. When she met Jing Zhuo at the door, she also had a bad look on her face.
Zhang Hening opened his almond-shaped eyes wide and watched a wonderful show to the fullest.
Giving Song Xi a thumbs up: "Awesome, Xibao, you're really good."
Xu Jincheng next to him also silently gave a thumbs up, just two words.
“Awesome.”
Song Xi didn't have time to talk to them, so he picked up the old lady's luggage and chased after her.
There's no way around it. After all, he came to her for help, so she has to take care of him.
As they passed the ward, the luggage in her hand was snatched away by a hand. Jing Zhuo took the package from her hand and held her hand with the other hand.
"Let's go."
Song Xi pursed her lips and did not struggle this time.
She held the man's hand back.
After leaving the hospital, the old lady was still crying in the car, and she said she didn't want to go back to Millennium Garden at all.
He insisted on buying a ticket back to Suzhou and was determined not to stay in Beijing.
Then Song Xi had no choice but to respect her.
I bought her the nearest first-class ticket and sent her to the airport.
After waiting for the old lady to board the plane accompanied by the staff, she called her uncle again.
Song Shiqian briefly heard about this and comforted her.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Song Shiqian laughed over there and said, "Actually, I've noticed that there was a problem between you and Jing Zhuo."
"You're too depressed staying in Su City. It's better to go to Beijing. Mr. Jing is a good person. Although he is a little fierce in his work, he is serious and responsible. If he bullies you, tell me and I will stand up for you."
Song Xi's eyes were red.
There is not much difference in age between her and Song Shiqian.
Song Shiqian is not the old lady's biological son, but an adopted son.
Later, he graduated from university, started his own business, and built a successful technology company, which also helped his uncle and the whole family to rise in status.
In just a few years, he joined the circle of new rich.
After hanging up the phone, Song Xi turned around and was hugged by the man.
In the busy airport, her face was pressed against the warm and solid chest, and she could hear the man's strong heartbeat.
"Song Xi."
He spoke slowly, his chest buzzing and vibrating.
"Now that you're registered in my household registration book, you're a member of my family from now on."
"My parents, my brother and sister-in-law, my grandparents, my grandparents, and my dog are all yours."
Song Xi's eyes turned red again.
She blinked and looked up at him.
"Zhang Henian, you're not pretending anymore?"
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