Chapter 462 Song Jingyi's IF Route (Part Two)
Qiu Wanyin smiled and patted her grandson's head, "My Jingyi, you're already very well-behaved. There's no rush to make money. Grandma has a pension, which is enough to support you and your sister."
Song Jingyi held his grandmother's hand even tighter.
"Tell Grandma, was the little sister in your dream pretty?" Qiu Wanyin asked.
Little Song Jingyi finally smiled slightly, "She's pretty, not only pretty, but also very well-behaved. You'll definitely like her."
"Definitely, definitely."
After getting off the bus, Qiu Wanyin realized that she had acted impulsively.
She was unfamiliar with Beijing; she didn't even know where her daughter had given birth, let alone where to find the man who had taken her granddaughter away.
As she hesitated, Song Jingyi waved and stopped the taxi. "Grandma, come with me."
"Okay!" Qiu Wanyin got into the car.
In the previous life, Yan Qihang's neighborhood had many residents and wasn't as dilapidated as it is now.
Eight-year-old Song Jingyi walked in front, while Qiu Wanyin followed silently behind.
She trusts her grandson.
From the room at the end of the corridor, the faint sound of a baby crying could be heard.
Qiu Wanyin exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the house? I heard a child crying!"
Song Jingyi nodded, unsure whether Yan Qihang was there.
If we were there, we'd have to use our brains a bit more.
Although he was confident he could kill Yan Qihang, he didn't want his grandmother to see it.
“I’ll knock on the door first. If someone’s inside, we’ll say we’ve got the wrong person. If no one’s inside, we’ll go in and take my sister away,” Song Jingyi said, turning to Qiu Wanyin.
"Let Grandma knock on the door, you step back." Qiu Wanyin objected; how could such a small child face a demon?
Song Jingyi couldn't refuse her, so he could only agree and step aside.
Qiu Wanyin's heart raced. She had never done anything like this before and was a little nervous.
But when she heard the baby's hoarse, urgent cries inside, she couldn't bear it any longer.
He raised his hand and tapped a few times.
No response.
She knocked a few more times, but there was still no response.
"No one's here, Jingyi. Grandma will go find a locksmith, give him some money, and you wait here..."
Before Qiu Wanyin could finish speaking, Song Jingyi had already pulled out a wire from who-knows-where and opened the door in a few quick movements.
"Grandma, hurry, my sister's crying has subsided." Song Jingyi didn't want to explain too much.
"Ouch!" Qiu Wanyin rushed into the room immediately.
The curtains were drawn inside, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.
Song Jingyi glanced at one of the doors that wasn't closed properly, and a pair of men's slippers came into view.
On the sofa, a hospital sheet wrapped around a baby with red skin, eyes closed, crying loudly.
The baby cried for a long time, with tear stains at the corners of his eyes, but no more tears flowed.
Qiu Wanyin walked over, squatted down, and gently lifted the bed sheet.
The weather has been cold these past few days, so cold that some people are wearing thin cotton-padded clothes in the mornings and evenings.
But this child was simply wrapped in a thin sheet with the hospital's name printed on it.
The child cried until his body turned blue, there was no diaper or disposable diaper, and the cloth under his buttocks was soaked.
She was tiny, curled up, her only layer of warmth gone, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Qiu Wanyin burst into tears.
She checked the child's body and, making sure there were no injuries, quickly took off her coat and carefully wrapped the child up.
"Jingyi, let's go." She turned around. "Jingyi?"
Song Jingyi came out of one of the bedrooms, holding a towel in his hand.
I closed the door and wiped the doorknob.
"Grandma, let's go."
Qiu Wanyin led the children ahead, while Song Jingyi followed behind to clean up the mess.
He wanted to erase all traces of his and his grandmother's visit.
In this day and age, surveillance is not widespread, and this dilapidated community doesn't even have security guards or property management.
When they arrived, it was already dark, and no one saw them.
As for Yan Qihang inside the house.
Letting him die while drunk is too lenient on him.
Qiu Wanyin came out carrying the baby, and Song Jingyi didn't let her buy baby formula at the nearby supermarket.
The two took a taxi to the vicinity of the station, bought a can of baby formula and a baby bottle, and got water from the station's hot water dispenser.
The baby, only two days old, had his first meal.
For a two- or three-day-old baby, a single feeding of 15 or 20 milliliters of milk is sufficient.
But this one had been hungry for too long, so it quickly finished its meal and then started howling again.
Song Jingyi made some more for his younger sister.
Looking at his younger sister, who was sucking on her pacifier with her eyes closed, Song Jingyi's eyes welled up with tears.
Great, this time, he finally found her first.
But it was still two days late, and my sister went hungry.
"My poor child," Qiu Wanyin cried, tears streaming down her face. "That beast."
Song Jingyi didn't know who she was cursing, so he assumed that his grandmother had cursed all three of them.
"Grandma, let's take my little sister home." Song Jingyi reached out and gently touched his sister's face.
In her grandmother's arms, her little face was already warm.
"Go home, take my granddaughter home." Qiu Wanyin leaned down and whispered in the baby's ear, "Baby, I'm your grandma. Grandma will take you back to our home in Suzhou. Don't be afraid."
As if it had heard her, the little baby twisted its little body and snuggled closer to Qiu Wanyin.
“She’s clingy,” Qiu Wanyin said with a smile.
Song Jingyi also smiled.
Being clingy is the best.
Back in Suzhou, everyone in the neighborhood knew that she had a new baby.
Qiu Wanyin only told others that she was a child from a distant relative's family, and that her mother was in poor health after giving birth and had no one to help her, so she was asked to take care of the child for a while.
No one suspected anything, given that the child's features resembled Qiu Wanyin's.
In the blink of an eye, the baby is already a month old.
The little girl, who was small and red, became fair and lovely under Qiu Wanyin's careful care.
She was very well-behaved; aside from eating, drinking, and using the toilet, she rarely cried.
It's not annoying at all.
"Jingyi, your little sister is one month old today. Shall we name her?" Qiu Wanyin asked her grandson, holding the baby.
"Okay, please get up, Grandma." Song Jingyi not only cherishes his younger sister, but also cares about his grandmother.
In this life, he will take very good care of both of them.
"You get up. If it weren't for you, our little baby would still be suffering out there. Think of someone."
Looking at his soft and adorable younger sister, Song Jingyi chuckled, "How about calling her Tingyu?"
"The swallows have come this year, but who will listen to their murmuring?" Qiu Wanyin sighed. "It's quite nice, let's call her Tingyu (Listening to Words), Song Tingyu, how about that?"
“Let her take your surname,” Song Jingyi had already decided, “anyway, we can say she’s your relative.”
He also didn't want his sister to have any relationship with Song Shuchen.
Qiu Wanyin disagreed, "I'll still take your surname. I know you don't like Song Shuchen, but Song isn't necessarily his Song; he's Song Jingyi's Song. Grandma won't be with you for much longer. You and your sister must always love each other."
People with the same surname are always closer to each other.
Song Jingyi stopped insisting.
He really, really wanted to have the same surname as his sister.
Now, my wish has finally come true.
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