Chapter 493 Song Jingyi's IF Route (Thirteen)
When my younger sister was little, she would always cling to him and carry him on her back whenever she was with him.
It got better as I grew older.
For Song Jingyi, the person on his back had almost no weight.
Hearing his sister's guilty tone, Song Jingyi almost laughed. "Afraid your brother will get angry?"
Song Tingyu hummed in agreement, barely louder than a kitten. "I was wrong, brother. I shouldn't have run away without a word. I was just afraid Grandma wouldn't approve. I won't do it again next time."
“Grandma used to call me and complain that you got into a fight again, but she couldn’t bear to punish you because you admitted your mistake,” Song Jingyi chuckled. “My brother has always wanted to see what you look like, and today his wish has come true.”
"So you're not angry anymore?" Song Tingyu chuckled, then snuggled happily against his back with her eyes closed. "I knew you were the best, brother. You wouldn't bear to be angry with me, right?"
Song Jingyi felt that his sister's words were somewhat incorrect.
“That’s right, Xiaoyu, the reason your brother isn’t angry isn’t because he’s reluctant to let you go, but because there’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing,” Song Jingyi told her seriously. “With your brother here, you can do anything without having to consider the consequences. Whatever you do is right.”
Song Tingyu smiled and said, "I know, even if I set the house on fire, you'd still praise me for being a good fire starter, right?"
“Yes,” Song Jingyi ignored his sister’s teasing, “You are right no matter what you do.”
From a young age, Song Tingyu knew that her brother had been so good to her that he could indulge her in everything.
But her grandmother wouldn't allow it; she always said that would corrupt her.
So we set rules for her, and when she makes a mistake, we punish her by making her stand in the corner or criticizing her.
She thought it was a good idea.
If no one teaches her, she might develop the kind of personality that people find annoying wherever they go.
She didn't want that; she wanted to have many friends around her.
At the same time, she also felt that it was a very happy thing to have someone in this world who would pamper and protect her without any limits.
On her brother's broad, warm back, she gradually grew sleepy, and said softly, "Brother, I'm so happy."
Song Jingyi slowed his pace and carried his younger sister step by step towards home.
In the black Bentley behind them, Chen Mo was in the driver's seat, maintaining a steady speed and following not far behind the brother and sister.
Ah Cheng's eyes were swollen shut, his nose was stuffed with tissues, and he sat in the passenger seat rubbing his shoulders, mumbling, "Wood, you went too far."
“Brother Yi said that he would spare your life because you grew up with him since you were a child, but if there is a next time, you should end your own life.”
"I only had a couple of drinks, is it really that big of a deal?" Acheng retorted.
"Are you stupid?" Even Chen Mo, who was usually emotionless, was a little angry.
These people have been by Yi-ge's side for so many years.
Even those who have never met Miss know that she is the apple of Yi-ge's eye.
Moreover, with Miss around, Yi-ge became much more restrained in his actions.
Ah Cheng, that idiot, ran off with the young lady the first time he met her.
That goes without saying; the fact that he can make the young lady happy shows he has some skill.
But he just didn't watch her properly and lost the young lady.
That means the man in the elevator was a decent person.
If it were a drunkard or a pervert, how could such a small girl possibly resist?
If something really happens to the young lady.
When Yi-ge goes crazy, no one present will survive.
Acheng's head wasn't just bald, it was empty.
"You're just waiting to die," Chen Mo said, then ignored him completely.
Song Jingyi carried his younger sister on his back and walked for more than an hour before returning to the home he had purchased in the capital.
He glanced at the villa next door, where the lights were still on; perhaps someone was leaving the door open for them.
Song Tingyu was already exhausted after a long day, but she felt at ease being by her brother's side and slept soundly.
She woke up at 10 a.m. the next day.
I stretched and sat up in the unfamiliar surroundings.
Everything was pink and delicate, just the way she liked it.
With a gentle smile, I saw that this was the home in Beijing that Acheng had mentioned for his brother.
My brother loves her so much; he even prepared a room for her.
I picked up my phone and saw a pinned message from my brother: "Your wardrobe is all ready. Go pick out what you like and change. I'm waiting for you in the living room downstairs."
Ignoring all other information, Song Tingyu threw off the covers and rushed to the dressing room.
The clothes were hung up in full season, all kinds of them, everything imaginable.
She chose a long-sleeved, wide-neck pink dress, paired with white flats, and accessorized with a small beaded necklace.
Her smooth, long hair was secured with a pearl hair clip, giving her a relaxed, casual yet cute and playful look.
I walked briskly downstairs and heard Tan Junting's voice.
"You've saved my life, what's wrong with me staying at your place for a couple of days? Besides, I'm still injured, how can you bear to let me stay in a hotel? What if I bleed too much and no one finds out? It's been so many years, how can you bear to leave me?"
"I'm willing to part with it." Song Jingyi looked down at his phone and spoke indifferently.
"What are you willing to sacrifice? If you were willing, why would you rush to the scene of the gunfight to save me, disregarding your own safety? If it weren't for you, I would have already passed the seventh day after my death."
Song Tingyu raised an eyebrow; the two of them looked like a young couple.
One is hysterically seeking attention, the other is indifferent and ignoring it.
"Have you heard enough?" Song Jingyi looked up at her. "Have you heard enough? Come down and eat something."
Tan Junting then realized that the child was watching. He immediately straightened up and straightened his coat. "Xiaoyu is awake? Come on, breakfast has been prepared for you."
"Good morning, brother; good morning, Junting-ge," Song Tingyu said with a smile as she walked over, glancing around the living room. "Where are Chen Mo-ge and Acheng-ge?"
"Amo went to run errands, and Acheng was packed up and sent back to Italy." Tan Junting kindly brought over a breakfast and also helped her understand.
"Huh? Why are you going back to Italy? Are you busy, brother?"
“No rush, no rush. Ayi has nothing to do these days, so he's just keeping us company. Acheng went back to Italy to be punished.” Tan Junting sat down next to Song Tingyu. “Let’s eat, Xiaoyu.”
Song Tingyu frowned slightly and looked at Song Jingyi, "Brother, is it because he brought me out that you're going to punish him? It was my fault, I asked him first, you can't do this."
Song Jingyi: "Xiaoyu, do you think your brother punished him for this?"
"Isn't that so?"
“Acheng brought you out to meet his online friend, that’s true; he didn’t inform me, and I won’t hold it against him. His only mistake was letting you out of his sight and almost losing you. For that alone, I can’t let him off the hook.”
Song Tingyu still felt guilty towards Acheng after hearing this; if it weren't for her, none of this would have happened.
But... after all, her brother is the boss, and she can't interfere too much when he wants to discipline his subordinates.
"Oh, okay." She lowered her head and obediently ate her food.
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