Chapter 113 Chu Song Black Heart Sesame
In the original novel of "The Richest Man in the 1970s" written by the mortal enemy, Chu Heng is the mascot male protagonist. Although he does not have many roles, he is the official CP.
His sister Chu Song is the heroine's lifelong enemy. This bully sister-in-law does nothing in her daily life, but single-handedly drives the KPI of the villain throughout the story.
Although Chu Song traveled through time, the plot of the original novel still developed along the predetermined trajectory. Under the same roof, Xiang Baoshu and Chu Heng became lovers without knowing when.
Bully Chu gritted his teeth, then pressed Fang Qingrong, "Could you please tell me? Are they a good match?"
Fang Qingrong looked embarrassed.
Judging from appearance alone, the two are a good match. The Chu family has good genes, otherwise Chu Song would not have been born. Chu Song's two brothers are also very handsome.
As for other things, Chu Heng is young and promising, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and is one of the best in the village. It is not difficult to accept that he and Xiang Baoshu are together, not to mention that they seem to have a mutual understanding... What could be more important than two people being in love with each other?
But judging from Chu Song's attitude, he was obviously dissatisfied.
Fang Qingrong hesitated for a moment, then said carefully: "I think..."
"I don't want to hear it." Chu Song covered his mouth. "Your opinion is not important. What I say is what it is. This is an imperial decree. Do you understand?"
Fang Qingrong blinked lightly to show that he understood. When Chu Song let go of him, he said helplessly, "Don't say these words in front of others in the future. If someone with ulterior motives hears them, it will not be good for you."
Chu Song: "Don't be afraid, as long as you are here, I have the courage to fight the whole world."
Fang Qingrong was stunned.
Chu Song was also greasy with himself, and his brain conditioned reaction made these rubbish blurt out. She turned her head to look over. Although Fang Qingrong pursed her lips and did not respond, avoiding her gaze, the bloodshot tips of her ears gave everything away.
...and there really is an audience for it.
Awesome, Chu Song thought.
Chu Song was shocked by the shocking news halfway through the date. She had no other thoughts in her mind. She hurried back to the village entrance and had just said goodbye to Fang Qingrong when she turned around and ran into Ye Xiuzhi who came out to look for her.
"Where did you go? I thought you really fell into the toilet and was about to come out to rescue you."
Chu Song: "How is that possible!"
"Or maybe you have a fever and can't defecate?"
"..." What kind of words were these? Chu Song choked. "Mom! This is a public place, watch your words!"
"What's wrong? Isn't eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating normal?" Ye Xiuzhi suppressed her laughter and stopped teasing her. She was afraid she would get mad. "Alright, alright, you're back, so leave. You're keeping me from watching the movie."
"Look for yourself. I don't want to go in front. I want to be in the back."
Ye Xiuzhi thought her daughter was a fool. What could she see standing at the back? All she could see were heads. It was a good thing she had snagged such a good spot.
Chu Song: "Second brother is over there, I want to go find him."
Ye Xiuzhi looked in the direction of her finger and saw Lao Er under the tree. Without thinking much, she asked, "When did you two become so close? Did Lao Er give you food again?"
"You are slandering me."
Ye Xiuzhi: "I don't want to bother with you." Then she turned around and went back.
Chu Heng didn't notice Chu Song approaching at all. His eyes were fixed on the movie screen with a strange smile on his lips.
Chu Song turned his head and saw on the screen that the heroine who had lost her comrades was trying hard to hold back her tears and was ready to die together with the enemy. The scene was sad and tragic, and many sentimental people were secretly wiping away tears when they saw it.
Chu Song: “…”
Chu Heng saw the person only when he got closer. He was slightly startled. "Little sister, why are you here?"
Chu Song stared at him without saying a word.
"Little sister?"
Chu Song continued to stare at him without saying a word.
Chu Heng was baffled. As a doctor, he immediately felt her forehead and found the temperature to be normal. "Feeling unwell? That's strange, you don't have a fever."
Chu Song: "Xiang Baoshu."
"What happened to Baoshu?"
Chu Song pinched his throat, "What happened to Baoshu~"
Chu Heng stared at her with eyes wide open, vaguely realizing something. His face flushed red, and after a long while he said, "Little sister, you...you know everything?"
"I know everything I should know and shouldn't know."
Chu Heng was a little embarrassed to say this in front of his sister. He scratched his head and said, "We did... but it wasn't for long. We just decided on our feelings."
Chu Song was merciless: "You're done. I'm going to tell my mother and have her break your legs."
Chu Heng was shocked and couldn't believe it. "Little sister, why are you like this? You are so unfair!"
Chu Song stretched out his hand.
“???”
Chu Song: "Hurry up and pay the hush money, or you're done. I know you have some private money."
Chu Heng: “…”
"You have 24 hours to prepare hush money, otherwise I will tell Mom and tell trolls."
The good sister filter in Chu Heng's heart was shattered. He looked at the little robber who had transformed from "white glutinous rice balls" to "black sesame" and gritted his teeth. "How much do you want?"
"How many do you have?"
"You don't want to take it all, do you?"
"Second brother, I'm going to be sad when you say that. In your heart, am I that kind of person?"
Chu Heng reflected on himself and quickly explained: "No, I don't think so..."
"Hehe, that's just who I am."
"..." Chu Heng felt a pang of pain. This was all the private money he had worked so hard to save. "Little sister, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"What is conscience? There is no such thing."
Although she was dissatisfied, Chu Song did not really break up the two. She cheated Chu Heng out of a large sum of "hush money" and built her happiness on the pain of others. Only then did she feel balanced.
When she returned home in the evening, Xiang Baoshu was diligent and was making mung bean cakes to sell the next morning. The whole kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of mung beans.
Chu Song strolled into the kitchen and was immediately disappointed when he saw that the mung bean cake was only half done.
Xiang Baoshu was sitting in front of the stove, reading a letter by the light of the fire. The flickering light of the fire cast a shadow on her face.
Chu Song leaned forward curiously, "What are you looking at? Can you see it clearly? A love letter."
Xiang Baoshu was helpless: "What love letter? It's a letter from my parents."
"It's amazing that they still remember you and wrote to you. The sun has risen from the west."
Xiang Baoshu: "The sun still rises from the east. They only write to me at times like this."
Chu Song heard the sarcasm in her words and moved closer to take a closer look. There was not much in it, just a few lines. She said a few hypocritical words of concern at the beginning, but then she began to reveal her true colors. She said that the expenses had been high recently, her younger brother was growing up, and the family was struggling to make ends meet. She hoped Xiang Baoshu could help out a little.
"Where did this vampire come from? Not only did he not send you anything, but he also asked you for money."
Xiang Baoshu was not too sad. Over the years, she had seen through her parents and accepted them calmly. However, she was still amused by Chu Song's description.
Even if others don’t know, doesn’t she understand?
Although the Xiang family was not wealthy, they were definitely not "spending more than they earned", enough for the three of them to live comfortably. But even so, they still racked their brains to try to get something out of her.
Vampire, what an apt description.
Chu Song: "What are you laughing at? If you send money back, I will really look down on you."
"It's my own money, why should I send it to them?" Xiang Baoshu smiled faintly, "Let's not talk about the fact that they haven't given me anything at all. Even if they did, I would have paid them back long ago after all these years."
"That's about right." Chu Song nodded, staring at Xiang Baoshu, as if he was thinking about something.
Xiang Baoshu was puzzled by her stare, "What's wrong?"
"I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, my identity was reversed with yours. You didn't have much money, but you had parents who loved you dearly. I, on the other hand, could only see my parents a few times a year."
As Chu Song spoke, he felt strange. It was so strange. Who knew Xiang Baoshu had a family that loved her, but she still had to arrange such a life for herself.
She and her parents have a real plastic family relationship, but here, she meets Ye Xiuzhi.
Xiang Baoshu thought about it seriously for a while, then smiled and said, "Maybe you want to experience my life? Only by truly putting yourself in someone else's shoes and experiencing it can you understand how they felt at that time."
After she finished speaking, she saw that Chu Song's expression became even stranger, complicated, and hesitant to speak.
"You mean, to understand the other person's feelings at that time?"
"Hmm." Xiang Baoshu nodded slightly. "Perhaps there are other possibilities, but this is the only one I can think of for now."
Chu Song showed a disgusted expression, "It's so corny, I don't want to experience it."
"Besides," she emphasized, "who am I? I don't need to be understood."
Chu Song's birth was an accident, but that doesn't mean her birth was not blessed. Her mother and father had a business marriage and usually went about their own business. They had some real feelings for their unexpected daughter, but not much.
In essence, family members are the ones who love themselves the most.
Chu Song has no control over what his biological mom and dad are doing outside, but over the years, the fake family relationship between them has been very solid. Real flowers will wither and die, but plastic flowers will never fade.
During holidays, although the blessings are forwarded online, the money transferred is real.
Chu Song inherited the genes of both of them perfectly, even surpassing them. He is either cheating his father or his mother, and has never suffered any grievances.
Chu Song lived with her grandparents when she was a child. After her grandparents passed away, she became a nanny. The nanny loved her, but she was never as good as her own child.
Outsiders might think that this was a poor little thing that no one cared about. However, if you knew Chu Song for a few days, no one would think so.
For a long time, Chu Song was a ghost-seeking existence.
Occasionally, Chu's father would feel guilty and worry about the child continuing to act wild. What if she became a spoiled child? How could he trust her with his inheritance when he got old?
Mother Chu thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, this child is much smarter than both of us."
Father Chu: “…”
"You still remember her high school days, right? Before her senior year, Xiao Song's grades were always at the bottom of the class. I had all the connections ready to get her in, but then, as the college entrance exam approached, she suddenly changed her ways, picked up her textbooks and started studying. Her grades shot up from the bottom of the school to the top ten."
Father Chu: "...How could I not remember? Later, the teacher asked her to share her experience, and this naughty kid stood on the stage and said only two words."
Mother Chu took a deep breath and felt that she had the same style as she did back then, "Talent."
Father Chu: "To be honest, he's even crazier than when I was young."
"As expected of me."
"Stop flattering yourself."
"Same here."
“…”
Xiang Baoshu felt that Chu Song was a little strange today. He was clearly talking to her, but it seemed like he was talking to someone else through her.
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