Chapter 324 You Disdain Boasting
Song Jingyi remained nonchalant, "Why did you suddenly decide to come back?"
"I just... I just suddenly remembered your grandmother." Meng Qingzhi stared at her son, slightly dazed.
This time, she read impatience and disdain in her son's eyes.
Both strange and familiar.
He didn't seem to be like this before.
It's as if he's always been like this, but I only realized it today.
“This is where your mother was born and raised. Why can’t she come back?” Song Shuchen walked to Meng Qingzhi’s side and quickly protected her.
Song Jingyi lowered his head, his black leather shoes lightly crushing the cigarette butt, and a very soft laugh escaped his throat.
He lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone casual, "Go back, go back however you like."
Having said that, he turned around.
With his back to his parents, he took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth, speaking indistinctly, "Grandpa and Grandma like quiet, so you'd better not make a scene on their turf. If you want to argue, turn left outside."
"Qingzhi, are you tired? Go back to your room and rest first." Song Shuchen took his lover's hand.
Meng Qingzhi did not reciprocate by holding his hand as usual.
She didn't exert any force in her hands, letting him lead her.
"Mr. Song, Madam, this is your room. If you need anything, just call the housekeeper." Chen Mo spoke in a businesslike manner.
"Um," Meng Qingzhi called softly to the person who was about to leave, then pondered before speaking, "what about that little girl's room?"
"It's next to Yi-ge's room," Chen Mo said, then turned and left.
Song Shuchen looked at Meng Qingzhi warily, "Qingzhi, why are you asking her?"
"Oh, it's nothing. She is... Huiwen's future daughter-in-law after all. I was just asking her a few questions." After saying that, she went straight back to her room without waiting for Song Shuchen.
Song Shuchen frowned slightly.
They keenly sensed that something was wrong.
At dinner time, Song Jingyi went to call his younger sister himself.
Her door wasn't closed, and before I even got there, bursts of pleasant laughter drifted out.
"So you're saying that Acheng was raised by Brother Jingyi, and that he was always getting beaten up from childhood?" Shen Buyu said with a laugh.
“Yes,” Mu Zi’s usually flat voice revealed a hint of pleasure, “He’s always causing trouble and he deserves a beating.”
“Then he must be very capable,” Shen Buyu continued, “otherwise, given Jingyi’s personality, he wouldn’t have kept him around until now.”
Song Jingyi smiled slightly; his sister knew him very well.
He knocked on the door and went in. "You're right. If his skills were as good as his mouth, he would have been reincarnated several times over by now."
"Brother Jingyi?" Shen Buyu sat up from the sofa, his smile still lingering. "I'm having Mu Zi tell me about you and Acheng."
"Yes, dinner's ready," Song Jingyi said in a good mood. "If you ever want to know anything in the future, you can just ask me."
Being with her, even casual conversations and gossip don't seem so boring anymore.
"Okay, so who's better, you or Acheng? If we disregard the superior-subordinate relationship." She pulled Muzi outside, asking as they walked.
"Me and Acheng?" Song Jingyi chuckled. "I'll use one hand while he uses both, and I'll let him have dozens of rounds."
Shen Buyu looked up at him with eyes full of admiration, "I knew you were the best."
"Aren't you afraid I'm bragging?" Song Jingyi lowered his head and smiled.
“You wouldn’t,” Shen Buyu said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, sincere and certain. “You wouldn’t stoop to bragging.”
Song Jingyi felt an indescribable sense of relief.
He never needs anyone's verbal approval.
The business empire he built speaks for itself.
But just a simple compliment from my sister made me feel so happy and joyful.
"Boss! Miss! What are you talking about!" Acheng saw his boss smiling gently from afar.
He, always eager for gossip, jogged over.
“Oh, I was asking Jingyi-ge who’s better between you and him,” Shen Buyu’s eyes darted around, and he had the idea of teasing Acheng. “Jingyi-ge said you’re better.”
Acheng froze in place.
He looked at Song Jingyi with a terrified expression, "Brother, I never bragged about anything in front of Miss, are you trying to kill me?"
"You can prove yourself and go toe-to-toe with Brother Yi," Mu Zi chimed in from the side.
"Me, fight him?" Acheng jumped up and down like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Haven't I been beaten up enough by the boss? Every time he beats me up, I have to lie in bed for days before I can get out of bed."
He's been so well-behaved lately.
Why did I suddenly want to beat him up again?
Chen Buyu laughed happily, his clear laughter echoing in the small garden.
Meng Qingzhi passed through the gourd-shaped doorway and happened to witness this scene.
Her son smiled gently, his gaze falling tenderly on the girl beside him.
The girl looked remarkably like her mother, with crescent-shaped eyes and a bright, innocent smile.
"Qingzhi".
"Hmm." She only came back to her senses when Song Shuchen called her for the third time.
"I'm asking if you want to have dinner with Jingyi and the others." Song Shuchen felt a tickle in his heart when he heard the child's laughter.
As he reaches middle age and achieves success in his career, he also longs for the companionship of his children.
Like Shen Zhiye.
"No, thank you," Meng Qingzhi said, pulling her foot back from the doorway. She glanced at the distance and turned around. "I'm a little sleepy."
As Song Shuchen watched her retreating figure, his brows furrowed even deeper.
He strode forward and stood in front of Meng Qingzhi, "Qingzhi, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine." Meng Qingzhi didn't look at him, but looked down at the pebbles on the ground.
"You clearly have something on your mind," Song Shuchen took a deep breath. "Qingzhi, can you tell me what's wrong?"
"I'm really fine." Meng Qingzhi remained the same.
"Did someone say something to you?" Song Shuchen grabbed her hand. "Is it about Jingyi?"
"No, I'm just tired." Meng Qingzhi shook off his hand, walked past Song Shuchen, and strode towards the room.
"A-Dong," Song Shuchen called out to those behind him.
"Brother Chen."
"Go ask the people who are with the lady who she met and what she said."
"Yes, Brother Chen."
A Dong left, leaving Song Shuchen standing alone in the same spot.
To the east was his wife, who was sulking again.
To the west, there was a pair of children, chatting and laughing happily.
He wanted to go east, but when his wife was angry, she would only say "I'm fine" and nothing else.
He wanted to go west, but his son mocked him and his daughter was wary of him, treating him like a human trafficker.
A life of carefree living, a life of untamed arrogance.
Now past fifty, he has no idea where to go from here.
The children's laughter faded into the distance.
He could barely hear anymore.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale.
He opened his eyes again, a determined gleam in them.
He is Song Shuchen.
He will surely get what he desires in this life.
Focus on the result, not the process.
He turned and headed west, wanting to at least make himself known to the children.
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