In the evening, Qingyin also met with the two surviving grandmothers and grandfathers of the Song family.
"Oh dear, my Qingqing, you little girl, you're not having a good time in the Liu family. You didn't even send a letter to your grandmother. If your grandmother knew that bastard surnamed Liu had treated you so badly, I'd make sure your father and your brother would stand up for you!" The white-haired Old Madam Song sat on the edge of the bed, holding her eldest granddaughter's hand tightly. Looking at her eldest granddaughter, whose face was pale (due to the pills) and thin, her heart ached as if it were about to break.
Although her son's first grandson was not her favorite eldest grandson, it didn't mean that the old lady didn't love her lovely and clever granddaughter. In addition, when Song gave birth to this child, she accidentally fell and became a premature baby. She was a fragile little baby at birth, and the old lady felt sorry for her. While Song was in confinement, she personally raised this granddaughter. Over the years, she has basically raised this eldest granddaughter herself. The old lady truly cherished this little granddaughter.
Now, seeing her once chubby, beautiful, and lively little girl, whom she had raised with great difficulty, now lying in bed sickly and pale as snow, the old lady couldn't help but shed tears.
Old Master Song, leaning on his cane, looked at Qingyin's appearance, turned his old face away, secretly wiped away his tears, and then stopped his wife's sobbing: "Alright, stop crying. Qingqing has just returned. If you cry, you might make her cry too. Crying too much will harm your health. Qingqing, relax and take good care of yourself at home. Don't think about anything else. That man surnamed Liu, isn't he just a man with two legs? There are so many men in the world. If you like him, Grandfather will secretly keep him in the manor for you."
Qingyin, who was listening in: "..."
I never imagined the old man had such advanced thinking; he could even think like modern people.
The old lady and her parents, momentarily stunned by the old man's words and forgetting to shed tears, were speechless.
The group silently turned their gazes toward Master Song, who had suddenly uttered such outrageous words, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.
In this quiet moment, Song Fengqing looked at Old Master Song in shock and suddenly said, "Grandfather, I didn't expect you to be so open-minded."
"But I must say, Grandfather, your idea is really good. Sister, if you really like men, we'll find you some good-looking ones ourselves, and then Grandfather can give you some advice."
Master Song's face flushed red, and he glared at Song Fengqing: "..."
You little brat, everyone else is silent, only you talk, only you have a mouth.
Damn it, he said such outrageous things only because he loves his granddaughter. But if he, a schoolteacher, were to personally choose a man for his granddaughter, Old Man Song would truly be too ashamed to face outsiders.
Song Fengqing was bewildered by the stare and scratched the back of his head blankly.
Song Yuebai's lips twitched. Afraid that his grandfather would beat his younger brother, who had finally grown up, to death, he awkwardly changed the subject, avoiding any mention of what his grandfather had just said: "Niannian is back too, right? And now?"
Hearing that the conversation had not returned to that strange topic, Mr. Song breathed a sigh of relief.
When Song's mother caught a glimpse of that scene out of the corner of her eye, her lips twitched slightly. She continued her son's words, "Niannian has been fussing for so long today. Qinghe has already brought her to my room to sleep. My maid is watching over her now, so you don't need to worry about her."
"Mother's thinking is very thorough." Song Yuebai nodded.
...
The group looked at Qingqing and chatted for a while. It was getting late, and Qingyin blinked wearily. Song's mother noticed and gave Song's father a look. Song's father understood and said:
"Qingqing is tired too, and your parents must be tired too. You should rest now."
"And Yuebai and Fengqing, you two have classes tomorrow, so get some rest. You have to get up early tomorrow. I'll check your homework again tonight, so go home now."
"Yes, Father, Grandfather, Grandmother, and Sister, see you tomorrow."
"Okay, Yuebai and Fengqing, let's come again tomorrow." Qingyin lay on the bed and nodded gently.
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Old Madam Song and Master Song left first, followed by the Song brothers, Yuebai and Yuebai, and then their father, who was going to court the next day. Finally, their mother stayed a little longer.
Song's mother tucked the blanket around her daughter's neck as she lay down on the bed before speaking, "Qingqing, what your grandfather said is actually true..."
"Mother,"
"No, Qingqing, listen to your mother first. I know you like Liu Zhi, but that boy isn't worth your affection. Tell me, what exactly do you like about that boy Liu Zhi?"
Looking at Song's mother's earnest eyes, and the way she seemed to want to find a substitute for Liu Zhi and hand her over as soon as she finished speaking, Qingyin couldn't help but want to laugh.
It has to be said that, perhaps due to misinterpreting Mr. Song's words, Song's mother actually had a bizarre idea: to find a substitute for her.
Qingyin wanted to laugh but also felt a warmth in her heart.
The reason why Mrs. Song and Mr. Song think this way is because they genuinely love their daughter/granddaughter.
It was truly rare for the original owner of this body to have such a family in ancient times that genuinely loved her.
Qingyin couldn't help but feel sorry for Song Qingqing, who was unwilling to return and fulfill her wish herself. (Those who come to the River of Time to make a wish are all people who give up on fulfilling their own wishes and expect others to do so for them.)
“Mother, I really don’t like Liu Zhi anymore. After all these years, I have completely severed my feelings for him. My only thought now is to stay by your and Father’s side and raise Niannian properly.”
So many thoughts were running through my mind, yet only a second had passed in reality.
Qingyin looked sincerely at Song's mother and said.
Seeing the determination in her daughter's eyes, Song's mother sighed inwardly and said, "Fine, as long as you're doing well, everything will be alright."
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