Chapter 603 is about wanting to marry him, wanting to marry Shang Shiyan!
All I saw was—
Ms. Xia Xun sat on the sofa, affectionately holding Pei Jinwu's hand, tears streaming down her face.
"Please don't cry."
Pei Jinwu patted her mother's back and gently comforted her, "I've come back safe and sound, haven't I?"
"Waaaaah..."
Xia Xun wiped her eyes, her whole body trembling from crying.
"???"
The three brothers looked at each other as they watched this scene unfold.
I thought the mother and daughter would hug each other and cry.
My sister is so calm.
"Mom, little sister is fine." Song Mingji almost couldn't help but laugh when he saw Xia Xun crying like a cat: "If you cry like this, people who don't know the situation will think that the old fox is dying."
"???"
The old fox, leaning against the headboard, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"Don't rush me." Song Mingji looked at Shang Shiyan and deliberately explained, "It's because you were so weak and helpless just now, looking like you were about to collapse."
"Thank you for your concern, Third Young Master Song." Shang Shiyan gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "I'm perfectly fine."
"That's fine then." Having gotten the upper hand verbally, Song Mingji was in a good mood.
"Alright, Mom."
Jiang Jibai stepped forward and gently reminded her, "Your sister just got back, don't frighten her."
"Besides, she hasn't eaten anything yet."
"Oh, right."
Xia Xun reacted instantly, hastily wiping away her tears, and said excitedly, "Wuwu, I made you something delicious."
soon.
His men then brought over a steaming bowl of shredded chicken noodles.
"When you were little, your favorite food was the shredded chicken noodles that your mom made."
As Xia Xun recalled, tears welled up in her eyes again. "I don't know if you still like me now."
"like."
Pei Jinwu took the bowl and ate several mouthfuls. The rich chicken soup flavor spread between her lips and teeth, fragrant and mellow.
So this is what mom's cooking tastes like.
tasty.
It's especially delicious.
Pei Jinwu paused for a few seconds, then picked up her chopsticks and continued eating, showing her special consideration.
"Eat slowly, there's more in the pot." Xia Xun looked at her daughter with loving eyes, overjoyed.
She had heard Qingli recount Wuwu's experiences.
The little girl had a really tough time.
She felt truly guilty.
"Delicious." Pei Jinwu finished the soup, her eyes shining. "Thank you, Mom."
"You're welcome."
Xia Xun touched Pei Jinwu's face and choked up, saying, "If you like it, Mom will make it for you every day."
"good."
Pei Jinwu smiled and nodded, then looked at Shang Shiyan: "He didn't eat either."
"Mom has everything ready."
Xia Xun smiled slightly and explained, "I added some medicinal herbs to Shi Yan's chicken soup. It's still simmering in the kitchen, and someone will take care of him during his meal later."
“He’s our family’s savior, and he’s also your boyfriend. Mom won’t let him go hungry.”
Boy friend?
Pei Jinwu swayed slightly, stealing a glance at the man on the bed with a smile on his lips.
It seems he's behaving quite well in front of his parents.
“Your three older brothers will take care of things here. I’ll take you to see Dad.” Xia Xun held Pei Jinwu’s hand, looked at his three sons, and said seriously, “Shi Yan is in your care now.”
"OK."
Song Mingji put his hands in his pockets and answered in a nonchalant manner.
After the mother and daughter left.
Only four men remained in the room.
Just then, a subordinate brought in chicken soup and asked in confusion, "Master, are you going to drink it yourself, or should I feed you?"
"Um?"
Shang Shiyan's gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing on the cheeky Song Mingji. He deliberately spoke up, "My hand is injured from a gunshot wound and I can't use it properly. Could I trouble you, Third Young Master Song?"
"..."
Jiang Jibai and He Huaixu exchanged a glance, then smiled and sat down on the sofa.
"I?"
Song Mingji pointed to himself, his expression one of utter shock.
"Hmm." Shang Shiyan raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "My aunt said you should take care of me. Since Young Master Song is unwilling, I'll call Wuwu and ask her to find me someone else..."
"Fine, I'll feed you." Song Mingji glared at Shang Shiyan.
It's obvious they want to file a complaint.
Wuwu, this "love-struck little devil," loves Shang Shiyan like crazy.
This made her realize that her third brother's identity could still be kept!
Song Mingji carried the chicken soup, walked to the bedside, sat down, scooped up a spoonful, and held it to Shang Shiyan's lips: "Drink—"
"Is it a bit hot?" Shang Shiyan frowned.
"?"
Song Mingji glanced at it, and it really was. He blew on it and handed it to him again.
"It seems a bit chilly again."
"?"
Song Mingji's face immediately turned cold, and just as he was about to lose his temper, Shang Shiyan suddenly spoke up: "Just kidding."
Then drink the soup.
"I'll do it myself." Having successfully avenged himself, Shang Shiyan reached for the bowl.
"No." Song Mingji turned away and continued feeding him, "You're a wounded soldier, a hero, so I have to take good care of you."
"Thank you." Shang Shiyan raised an eyebrow smugly and lowered his voice, "Brother-in-law."
"snort."
Song Mingji awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, but his hands moved very carefully.
Shang Shiyan's appearance is seven parts genuine and three parts pretense.
Her wrists were covered in scars, yet she still tried to pick up a bowl.
Don't spill it; it would be a waste of the soup his mother had worked so hard to simmer for over ten hours.
"We just got a new batch of sports cars in the garage. Shall we pick one?" Shang Shiyan asked.
"I want the red one." Song Mingji had his eye on it for a long time, but hadn't had a chance to "steal" it.
"OK."
"Thanks." Song Mingji's face lit up with a bright smile, instantly transforming into a sycophant. "Is Mr. Shang full? Shall I get some more?"
"..."
Jiang Jibai and He Huaixu stroked their foreheads.
Money can make even Song Mingji bow down.
——
The next room.
Sheng Beitang leaned against the headboard, an IV drip still attached to the back of his hand.
I was so excited to know that my daughter had returned safely that I couldn't wait to see her.
Unfortunately, my body is very weak.
The door opened.
Upon seeing the young girl who had accompanied his wife in, Sheng Beitang's aged eyes involuntarily reddened.
He struggled to raise his hand towards Pei Jinwu, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Wuwu."
"..."
Pei Jinwu walked up and sat down next to Sheng Beitang, holding his thin, bony hand, a sweet smile playing on her lips: "We meet again, Dad."
"I'm sorry."
Sheng Beitang had so much to say to Pei Jinwu, but when it came to his lips, it all turned into an apology: "Mom and Dad didn't protect you well, I'm sorry."
"It's over."
Pei Jinwu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said softly, "Isn't everything alright?"
"I heard Li Xiao ran away." Sheng Beitang held her daughter's hand, her brows furrowed. "He won't let you go. You must be careful."
"Am I afraid of an old man like him?"
Pei Jinwu snorted coldly, his tone arrogant: "He had better not provoke us again, otherwise, who knows who will make trouble for whom."
Since it's a time bomb, she might as well defuse it.
"Good boy."
Sheng Beitang stared at his daughter, his eyes full of affection: "Daddy and Mommy want to ask you something."
"Please speak."
“Shang Shiyan, he…” Sheng Beitang looked at his wife, gesturing for her to speak.
"oh."
Xia Xun wiped away her tears and asked cautiously, "Are you and Shi Yan really determined to be together? Mom wants to hear your opinion."
"It's not a decision to be together."
Pei Jinwu thought for a moment, then raised her head and solemnly said, "It is I who want to marry him, I want to marry Shang Shiyan!"
——
good evening.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
