Chuchu stood at the entrance of the Song family mansion, a complex turmoil welling up in her heart. She hadn't expected this sudden family change to draw nearly all of the normally busy family members to the event. Especially when she stepped into the living room and saw her kind, though slightly tired, grandmother, Ms. Shu Wan, she felt an indescribable surge of excitement and warmth. Tears welled up in her eyes, eventually turning into two clear tears that streamed down her cheeks.
Seeing this, grandma quickly put down her needlework, walked over quickly, and hugged her tightly. That familiar embrace seemed to instantly dispel all fatigue and anxiety. "You little kid, I haven't seen you for a few months, why didn't you call grandma? You made grandma worry for a while." Grandma's voice was full of blame and heartache. Chuchu hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, grandma, I know I was wrong. I haven't been out filming much recently. I plan to stay in Jincheng for a while to spend time with you and my uncle."
Just as the grandparents embraced each other warmly, Lu Chenguang had already quietly cast an invisibility spell and quietly came to Chuchu's side. He said goodbye softly, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his tone: "I will return to the demon world first. The human world is too noisy and gives me a headache."
Chuchu nodded slightly.
Later, Chuchu was taken back to the Song family by her family.
Elsewhere, in Ren Jinting's room, the atmosphere was particularly heavy. She leaned against the headboard, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and she looked haggard. Song Yaqing, her closest friend and family member, stayed by her side, bringing her a bowl of carefully prepared soothing soup. "Jinting, you have to cheer up. You still have Yuanyuan. She's so young and needs your love and care," Song Yaqing said gently.
Ren Jinting took the bowl of soup, but only smiled bitterly, tears streaming down her face again. "Sister Yaqing, thank you for always being by my side, comforting me, and accompanying me. I really don't know how I would have faced all this without you. Shen Guang, I raised him for ten years, and he left without saying anything. I really regret it..." At this point, her emotions lost control again, and tears flowed out like a spring.
Song Yaqing gently held her hand, trying to give her more strength. "What do you regret?" she asked softly.
Ren Jinting choked up and said, "I regret not letting him study abroad. I should have left him in Jincheng. I should have faced all his difficulties and challenges with him. But now, he told me that he is the Demon Lord and is going to that legendary world, a place that humans can never reach... He should at least take me there, so that as a mother, I can see what that world is like. That way I would feel better."
Listening to Ren Jinting's story, Song Yaqing felt a surge of sadness in her heart. She understood that Ren Jinting's grief was not only because she had lost a son, but also because she felt excluded from a world she could not understand at all. So, she held Ren Jinting's hand more firmly and comforted her gently: "Jinting, you must believe that no matter where Shen Guang is, he is your son, and this will never change. I believe you also know Chuchu's identity. Chuchu will take us there. Don't worry."
With Song Yaqing's comfort, Ren Jinting gradually calmed down. She wiped away her tears, picked up the bowl of soothing soup, and drank it mouthful by mouthful.
Although the pain in her heart cannot be healed immediately, she knows that she has the support and company of her family and friends, and she must face everything in the future with strength.
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Chu
The moment Chu stepped into the Song family mansion, she felt an unprecedented warmth and welcome. Everyone in the Song family, from the elders to the younger generations, and even every little being in the family, seemed to express their love and anticipation for her in their own unique way. Surrounded by them, she smiled and chatted, feeling as if she had returned to a long-lost harbor.
Amidst this bustling atmosphere, Chuchu unexpectedly discovered she could hear the inner voices of all the living things around her. The usually obscure flowers and plants, the pots and pans in the kitchen, even the chubby Corgi at her feet—all were communicating in their own unique language. The Corgi's round eyes gleamed with a sly glint, as if to say, "Here comes a remarkable deity! Not only does she emanate the mysterious aura of the underworld, but she also carries a faint aura of divine holiness. How intriguing!"
Chu Chu lowered her head and exchanged glances with the Corgi, feeling amused. The Corgi seemed to sense her gaze, and its inner thoughts instantly switched to, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't say anything."
Chuchu laughed softly.
Turning her gaze to her uncle Song Jingping, Chuchu heard his inner voice again the moment her eyes met his: "This child is becoming more and more mysterious. There's something strange about Shen Guang's affairs. And Chuchu has been abroad for several months, but Yaqing is not worried at all. There must be something fishy going on."
Song Jingping's eyes showed both confusion and concern. He then asked, "Chu Chu, what kind of drama are you filming abroad? Why are you gone for two months?"
My aunt Sheng Xiaodan also quickly agreed, "Yeah, we've been missing you so much. What big production are you shooting? Let's open our eyes!"
Chu Chu had already prepared her explanation in her mind. She explained lightly, "It's not a big production. I'm just a supporting role and don't have many scenes. It's mainly because I was too playful. I thought since I was out, I would have a few more days of fun. I didn't expect time to pass so quickly."
At this time, the second uncle Song Yaozu also joined the discussion: "Chen Guang is sick and going abroad. Are you trying to take the opportunity to accompany him there? This child is really worrying."
Chu Chu heard this and her tone was a little hesitant: "Well... maybe this is also a reason." She didn't want to make her family worry too much, so she chose to be vague.
Just as the atmosphere was becoming somewhat tense, servants entered carrying exquisite food, shattering the tranquility. Seeing this, Song Jingping suggested, "Let's eat something first. We can talk later." He then invited everyone to the study on the second floor, apparently wanting to discuss something privately.
Chuchu stayed in the living room, savoring delicious snacks and pastries while leisurely drinking milk.
In her ears, those various voices that were originally interwoven into a dense network seemed to be combed and made unusually clear by an invisible force at this moment. Every syllable and every emotional fluctuation were clearly transmitted to Chuchu's ears.
My aunt's voice came: "It's so strange. There are so many noises in the house, and I can always catch some fragments. Why can't I hear Chuchu's inner voice now? Is it because I am too eager to see what she thinks, and this expectation has blinded my ears?"
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