Chapter 323 I have absolutely no feelings for that couple.
Shen Buyu, who was sitting at a roadside stall eating pan-fried buns, immediately spotted Chen Mo approaching.
"Amo!" she said, waving with a smile.
Chen Mo walked straight over, with only one thought in his mind.
People are really different.
“Amo, sit down quickly. We just started. This is a popular restaurant, and the lines are always long,” Chen Buyu said. “Try this, it’s beef, it’s very fragrant.”
"Thank you, Miss," Chen Mo said, sitting down. "It smells delicious."
"You haven't even eaten yet, what's so fragrant about it? Is this how you flatter someone?" Acheng said with a green rice dumpling in his mouth, looking utterly disgusted.
He equally despised everyone who competed with him for the young lady's favor.
“I have a nose, I can smell things,” Chen Mo said, taking a bite of the pan-fried bun. “Your nose is only used for exhaling when you’re smoking.”
Acheng wanted to retaliate, but Shen Buyu stopped him.
"Acheng, you're being naughty," Shen Buyu said sternly. "Amo went to work. You need to talk to him nicely. Also, treat others the way you want to be treated, understand?"
"Okay." Acheng obediently finished cooking and then put a pork pan-fried dumpling on Chen Mo's plate. "Brother Amo, you can have this."
Chen Mo choked for a moment, feeling like he was going to vomit.
After the meal, the group strolled along the pedestrian street.
Song Jingyi's phone, which he had placed with Chen Mo, rang. Chen Mo glanced at it, then looked at his boss who was talking to the young lady, and paused for two seconds.
Finally, he walked to the side and said, "Brother Yi, it's Mr. Song on the phone."
"Give it to me." Song Jingyi reached out and took the black phone.
"Speak," he said into the phone.
“Jingyi, your mother and I are in Suzhou. She wants to go home for a visit.” Song Shuchen went straight to the point.
“She can’t go back,” Song Jingyi said succinctly. “You’re taking her to a hotel; her grandmother’s house is uninhabitable.”
“You bought up several acres of land around here and built villas, how could there not be rooms?” Song Shuchen was a little unhappy. “Don’t forget, that’s her home.”
Song Jingyi wanted to say something to him, but he held back because of his sick mother.
My sleeve was tugged twice.
He lowered his head.
Shen Buyu asked him, "Is it Song Shuchen and Meng Qingzhi? They're coming, aren't they?"
Song Jingyi nodded.
“Let them come,” Shen Buyu said softly. “I don’t care. I’ll just ignore them. After all, that’s her mother’s house.”
No matter how unqualified Meng Qingzhi is as a mother, they have no right to deprive her of her daughter's identity.
If he can remember his mother and come back to visit, then forget it.
The gentle woman in the dream must be missing her child very much.
Song Jingyi's eyes flickered slightly; he was determined to protect her for the rest of his life.
Xiaoyu's personality makes her easily bullied.
“Come on,” Song Jingyi said into the phone again, “but don’t make a fool of yourself.”
Song Shuchen knew what his son was talking about.
But he didn't mind; being able to move in and have more contact with his daughter was a good thing.
He's been learning lately and knows how to treat someone well.
In time, his daughter will recognize him.
Song Jingyi hung up the phone, and Shen Buyu was still comforting him.
“Brother Jingyi, your house is very well designed. There are so many empty rooms. Just find them a place to stay. We go out to play every day and we may not run into them.”
In any case, they would head to Walnut Town in three days.
Three days is a very short time; nothing will happen.
"How can you be so kind?" Song Jingyi chuckled. "Always thinking of others, why don't you think of yourself first?"
“I’m good to you because you’re good to me. I only considered you after thinking about myself,” Shen Buyu said, taking small steps forward. “I really have no feelings for that couple.”
If you don't love, you don't hate.
If there are no vested interests involved, there's no need to consider it too much.
Especially since Meng Qingzhi is ill.
She was even less willing to argue with a patient.
At most, she'll just retort when Song Shuchen spouts nonsense again.
Besides, with Jingyi around now, she's not afraid of anything anymore.
"Acheng, shall we go to that mountain you mentioned tomorrow?" Shen Buyu turned to look at the person who was eating roasted pig's trotters.
Ah Cheng, his lips glistening with oil, nodded excitedly, "It's okay, if you can't rock climb, just watch the scenery from the side. I'll climb the mountain for you."
Where did Nick go?
“He and Ze Ming are at home. The boss transferred a few people over, and they need to make arrangements.”
Back home, Ming and Nick were in the garden.
The two of them walked over, and Ze Ming first glanced at Chen Buyu, then looked at Song Jingyi.
"Boss, Madam and Old Song are always at the old house."
Song Jingyi looked down at Shen Buyu and said, "Go back to your room. We'll call you when it's time to eat."
“Okay.” Shen Buyu pulled Mu Zi into the house. “Quick, quick, help me play the game. I need to call Brother Jingxu.”
Song Jingyi watched his sister go upstairs before asking Nick, "How many people should we arrange?"
At this moment, Nick toned down his usual frivolous manner and answered seriously.
"Ten people have arrived. Three have been sent to keep an eye on President Song, while the remaining seven are stationed in various locations to ensure the young lady's safety."
"Okay, Amo, come with me. You guys stay here and watch over Xiaoyu." Song Jingyi strode towards the backyard.
Since Meng Qingzhi went to the capital with Song Shuchen, she has rarely returned to Suzhou.
He called back once when the two of them had a fight, but after he took her away to have the baby, he never called back again.
She stood in front of the dilapidated little house, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
This is where she was born and raised.
But she hasn't come back for decades.
It doesn't take long to get from Beijing to Suzhou.
"Qingzhi, this place is too dirty. Let's get someone to clean it up before you come back," Song Shuchen said, standing guard beside her.
He has absolutely no feelings for this place.
“That’s my room,” Meng Qingzhi said, pointing to a small room. “It’s a bit small, but it’s warm in winter and cool in summer.”
She walked over, pushed open the door, and found the layout inside exactly the same as before her marriage.
Even the placement of the chairs was a little better.
The dust settled, choking her and making her cough until tears streamed down her face.
"Qingzhi, be good." Song Shuchen pulled her hand and tried to lead her outside.
This time, Meng Qingzhi brushed his hand away and walked to the door of another room. "This is my father's study. He often has me practice calligraphy here with him."
I pushed open the door, but was stunned.
The original large desk is gone, leaving only a small bed and a small rocking horse.
“This is my room.” Song Jingyi came over, smoking a cigarette, and said lazily, “Grandpa didn’t want to touch your room, so he gave me his study.”
Meng Qingzhi didn't turn around; she could imagine what kind of expression her son was wearing right now.
"Jingyi, you're back. Have you eaten?"
She asked that question, but she didn't have the courage to turn around.
She was afraid to see that face that looked so much like her mother's.
“Nick has found you rooms, so don’t make a mess here. My grandma doesn’t like that.” Song Jingyi didn’t answer her question.
"It's just you." Song Shuchen looked back but didn't see his daughter.
Meng Qingzhi then turned around.
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