Chapter 461 Song Jingyi's IF Route (Part 1)
When Song Shuchen and Meng Qingzhi were happy, they were like a match made in heaven.
A handsome man and a beautiful woman, love at first sight, a love that transcends class boundaries…
All the beautiful words to praise love can be used to describe the two of them.
But once they start arguing, they'll definitely become a miserable couple.
The woman cried and wailed, while the man was violent and domineering.
They all looked like they had a serious illness.
The most direct victims are their relatives.
Song Shuchen had no relatives, so it had nothing to do with him.
Meng Qingzhi's parents were heartbroken over her unforgettable love affair.
But the daughter is love-struck, her heart and eyes are filled with the man who makes her cry and laugh, and she can't see her parents who have worried their hair out for her.
After they had their first child, they gained another victim.
Song Jingyi grew up drinking milk powder.
Song Shuchen felt sorry for his wife and didn't want her to suffer too much after giving birth, so he hired several nannies to take care of the child.
Meng Qingzhi barely held her baby during her entire postpartum period because she was overthinking things, believing that Song Shuchen was having an affair with someone else again.
Even though Qiu Wanyin was still angry with her, she was still her own daughter, and she had come to see her by car.
They discovered that their grandson could only be cared for by a few nannies.
Qiu Wanyin stayed in Beijing for three days and didn't go anywhere else.
She arrived in a hurry, carrying only a small bag with her.
As she left, her steps were slow, and she held Song Jingyi, who was still in swaddling clothes, tightly in her arms.
Song Shuchen and Meng Qingzhi were so focused on arguing and making up that neither of them thought there was anything wrong with the situation.
As if under a spell, the two of them were only thinking about their love affair, and neither of them thought about going to Suzhou to see the elderly and children.
He only instructed people to send money to Qiu Wanyin on time every month.
Qiu Wanyin, with her proud spirit, had hidden the card that had been tucked into the baby's swaddling clothes under the TV cabinet.
Meng Qingzhi married at the age of twenty-one and gave birth to a child at the age of twenty-three.
Qiu Wanyin was only forty-five years old when she took Song Jingyi as her husband.
She and her husband devoted all their energy and love to their little grandson.
And so, little Song Jingyi grew up.
When he was five years old, his maternal grandfather passed away, and he could only live with his maternal grandmother.
After her husband's death, Qiu Wanyin's health deteriorated further.
She worries about her unfilial daughter, misses her deceased husband, and still has to force herself to take care of her young grandson.
He was just clinging to life.
Song Jingyi was sensible at a very young age, but his understanding was limited to listening to his maternal grandmother and being filial to her.
I've never met my parents and don't know anything about my family.
All he knew was that his grandmother was unwell, and he needed to be more obedient and sensible.
When he was eight years old, he got caught in the rain on his way home from school and developed a high fever.
The burning lasted for three days.
He woke up again and stared blankly for a few seconds at his grandmother, whose hair was completely white and whose face was tired and worried.
Then he looked down at his own body.
Qiu Wanyin was terrified by his appearance. "Jingyi, Jingyi, don't scare Grandma. Do you still recognize me?"
Song Jingyi didn't say anything, but rushed over and hugged the person he had thought about for so many years.
He never imagined that he would be reborn one day.
He was clearly experiencing turbulence on the plane; perhaps the plane even crashed.
I wonder how much the little fish will cry.
Little fish!
Song Jingyi remembered, "Grandma! What's the date today!"
"Today? Today is the 17th! You've had a fever for three days, Grandma was terrified." Qiu Wanyin's voice was trembling with tears.
This is the closest person to her in this world. If something happens to this child, she will have no hope of living.
Song Jingyi pondered for a moment. In his previous life, his grandmother had already passed away by this time.
but…
Perhaps it was divine intervention that not only was he given a second chance to save his sister, but also to have his grandmother by his side.
Seeing that the child seemed to be in good spirits, Qiu Wanyin asked, "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? But your stomach is sensitive, so how about I make you some porridge or thin noodles first?"
“Grandma, let’s go to Beijing,” Song Jingyi said.
"What are you going to Beijing for?" Qiu Wanyin was taken aback, then frowned. "Did you overhear their phone call earlier and find out that your parents are in Beijing?"
Song Jingyi did not deny it.
Qiu Wanyin sighed, "Jingyi, they don't deserve to be parents. Don't be sad or upset. Grandma is still healthy and will try her best to stay with you until the end so you won't be alone."
“No, Grandma,” Song Jingyi didn’t know what to say, but looking at the kind woman in front of him, the relative who raised him, he said, “Grandma, I had a dream.”
Song Jingyi highlighted the key points.
Qiu Wanyin, like the storyteller, was stunned.
When Song Jingyi thought she didn't believe him.
Grandma said, "So, you're saying your mother gave birth yesterday and was taken away by Song Shuchen, but the baby was switched, and your own sister is now in the hands of a man who abuses her?!"
“I know this is absurd,” Song Jingyi was still just an eight-year-old child in body, and no matter how mature his thoughts were, there were still many limitations to what he could do. “Grandma.”
"Let's go!" Qiu Wanyin immediately packed his clothes. "Discharge him from the hospital, buy tickets, and go to Beijing."
This time it was Song Jingyi's turn to be surprised. "You believe me?"
“I’ve been raising you since you were three days old, and now you’re eight. You’re my closest relative. If I don’t trust you, who do I trust? Besides, those things you just mentioned, that couple would do the same thing.”
Qiu Wanyin became more and more anxious as she spoke, "No, Jingyi, why don't you not go? Your high fever has just subsided. You should rest at home. Grandma will go by herself. I can't let my little granddaughter fall into the hands of that bad person. I won't feel at ease."
Before she could finish speaking, a man with no blood relation appeared with a newborn baby girl.
Who knows what he'll do?
What if he sells the child? What if he goes berserk...?
The more I think about it, the more scared I get.
"I'm fine, Grandma. I'm a man. I'm going to go and bring my sister back myself. I also want to protect you and her." As Song Jingyi spoke, he jumped off the bed.
However, after not eating properly for several days, his body was still very weak.
"Let's go together. I, Jingyi, am the best. I'll help Grandma." After the grandmother and grandson were discharged from the hospital, they bought milk and bread for Song Jingyi at a store and then bought train tickets to Beijing.
In the car, Qiu Wanyin asked Song Jingyi, "Do you want to tell your parents the truth?"
Song Jingyi snorted coldly, "What's the need?"
Qiu Wanyin sighed, "That's true. Who knows how long they can support them? They're perfectly healthy children, not objects. Grandma can support you, and she can support your sister too."
“Grandma, spend the money Song Shuchen gave you as you see fit. After he died, all that money will be mine. You're just spending it in advance as a way of showing my filial piety.” Song Jingyi held his grandmother’s calloused hand. “Wait for me for two years. I’ll be able to earn money soon.”
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