Chapter 467 Song Jingyi's IF Route (Part 7)
Ling Huiwen and Meng Qingzhi were junior high school classmates. She had lived in Suzhou with her parents for a few years.
During that period, her parents were busy with work and could not take good care of her.
It was her good classmates Meng Qingzhi and Qiu Wanyin who gave her a feeling of home.
Qiu Wanyin was gentle and kind, and often invited her home for meals. She even specially learned some northern Chinese dishes for her.
Even after she returned to Beijing, got married, and had children, she always remembered the person who had shown her kindness.
She had visited several times during that period, but she only knew of Song Tingyu's existence, yet she never actually met her.
Either she was in a hurry to leave, or her child was participating in a school study tour during winter or summer vacation.
This time, I finally got to see him.
The first thing she did when she saw Song Tingyu was to be shocked.
This child looks so much like Aunt Wanyin, and she even calls Aunt Wanyin "Grandma".
Even though she had doubts, Aunt Wanyin only said that it was a relative's child, so she didn't ask any more questions.
When Song Tingyu came home from school, Aunt Ling was chatting with her grandmother by the pond.
“I visited Qingzhi a while ago, and she’s doing quite well,” Ling Huiwen observed Qiu Wanyin’s expression and then smiled. “And Song Shuchen, he hasn’t come to visit you at home in all these years.”
Qiu Wanyin snorted, "I don't want to see him even if he comes. Let the two of them live their lives however they want."
Ling Huiwen looked down on Song Shuchen utterly.
In any case, she is his mother-in-law.
They lived in Beijing, immigrated to Italy, and haven't come back to visit even once in all these years.
“I’m annoyed with him too,” Ling Huiwen turned her head, “Oh, little cutie Tingyu is back.”
Song Tingyu smiled and said, "Aunt Ling."
“Why call me Aunt Ling? It’s too formal. I met your brother in Italy a while ago, and he called me Aunt Huiwen. You should call him that too.” Ling Huiwen took Song Tingyu’s hand and helped her sit down, her eyes full of affection. “Girls are so nice. They’re so pleasing to the eye. I just find my son annoying.”
Qiu Wanyin laughed, her tone full of doting affection, "She's such a little rascal, she's giving me a headache."
“Aunt Wanyin, girls shouldn’t be too quiet, or they’ll get bullied. They need to be a bit tougher,” Ling Huiwen then asked Song Tingyu, “My little cutie Tingyu, how about going to university in Beijing?”
"Aunt Huiwen, I haven't decided yet. I want to listen to my brother," Song Tingyu replied obediently.
“That’s so nice. It’s really enviable how good the siblings are. I feel like I didn’t have enough children,” Ling Huiwen said, then pulled Song Tingyu along to continue, “Consider Beijing. Your aunt lives in Beijing and can take care of you. Your maternal grandmother took care of me back then, and I will take care of you in the future. Your aunt also has an older brother, so he can take you out to play.”
Song Tingyu smiled and responded with a couple of words, not taking it to heart at all.
She's only in her first year of high school, why is she thinking so far ahead?
She wants to see where her brother is and follow him.
Qiu Wanyin, however, took it all in.
She's getting old and won't be able to spend many more years with the children. Jingyi is a restless person, and his time at home is unpredictable.
If she leaves, only this little one will be left.
Even if you had a lot of money back then, the children wouldn't be happy.
You need to plan for your child's future.
Ling Huiwen was chatting with her granddaughter, her affection for her overflowing.
She's incredibly shrewd, a million times better than her daughter.
They probably guessed something by now.
Tingyu's background is perhaps not a secret.
In other words, Song Shuchen and Meng Qingzhi were so preoccupied with their own love affairs that they completely ignored what was happening here.
In the past ten years or so, whenever they came back and saw this child, they understood everything.
Serves them right.
"Aunt Wanyin, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Ling Huiwen keenly sensed the old woman's bad mood. "Have you been having your regular check-ups?"
“I’m fine, let’s eat. I’ll cook a few dishes for you myself today,” Qiu Wanyin said, getting up. “Tingyu, why don’t you chat with Auntie for a while?”
"I understand, Grandma." Song Tingyu smiled and stood up. "Aunt Huiwen, let me make you some rose tea. My brother brought some back earlier, and it smells especially good."
"Okay, your brother really cares about you, much better than my son." Ling Huiwen brought the conversation back to the topic, "Try taking the college entrance exam in Beijing, Beijing is a lot of fun."
"Okay, let me think about what major I want to study and look at some schools."
Ling Huiwen was delighted. "Just choose, and tell Auntie when you've made your choice. My family knows a few school leaders in Beijing, so it'll be easy to talk to them."
Song Tingyu smiled but remained silent.
Upon learning of Ling Huiwen's visit, Song Jingyi stood alone in the courtyard and smoked two cigarettes.
Chen Mo came over. "Brother Yi, what happened?"
"Amo, do you think there really is such a thing as fate?"
Previously in Italy, when he went to see Song Shuchen, he encountered Ling Huiwen, who was there to accompany Meng Qingzhi.
At that time, he wondered if one day, these people from Beijing would run into his sister again.
It happened in just a few days.
In this life, apart from his sister and grandmother whose life trajectories differ from his own, everyone else seems to be following the same script.
The fake daughter in the family was poisoned to death by her enemies when she was eight years old.
Meng Qingzhi developed mental health issues, and Song Shuchen immigrated to Italy.
Chen Mo, Acheng, Muzi, Zeming... all of these people appeared at the originally scheduled time.
If I am like this, will the little fish be the same?
The people who were with her in her past life will gradually come to her side in other ways.
Actually, it's not so bad; her friends are all nice.
"Brother Yi, I don't understand, and I don't believe in this." Chen Mo poured a glass of warm water for him.
“I don’t believe it either,” Song Jingyi took a sip of water. “Pack your things, and bring everything you bought for Xiaoyu. Don’t forget anything.”
"Okay, Yi-ge," Chen Mo replied, then added, "Tan Juntin is here."
"What is he doing here?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a male voice with a slightly sleazy tone rang out.
"Of course I came to see you, A-Yi, my benefactor."
Song Jingyi glanced at the person who came in, "The wound has burst open."
Tan Junting is 185 cm tall, with short, choppy black hair, thick eyebrows, and big eyes; he looks like a noble young master.
But a scar in the middle of his left eyebrow adds a touch of roguishness.
He was wearing a floral shirt, with only the bottom two buttons fastened, and his chest was wrapped in thick bandages.
Hearing Song Jingyi's words, he actually looked down and then chuckled, "You're teasing me again."
He was one of the few people Song Jingyi could consider a friend.
In his previous life, he was betrayed by his family's illegitimate son and died in Hong Kong.
Out of consideration for their friendship, Song Jingyi even personally killed his enemy for him.
In this life, Song Jingyi directly rescued the person from the scene of the fight and incidentally eliminated his own future troubles.
From then on, Tan Junting, who already regarded him as a brother, regarded him even more as a benefactor.
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