Chapter 494 Song Jingyi's IF Route (14)
Tan Junting is a shrewd person. He noticed that Song Tingyu was unhappy and immediately began to comfort her.
“It’s normal, Xiaoyu. Acheng is good in every way, his skills are top-notch. The only problem is that he’s not very steady. If your brother doesn’t train him, even good steel will rust. This is for his own good, you know?”
Song Tingyu nodded and swallowed the sandwich she was chewing. "Brother Junting, you're from Hong Kong, but you speak Mandarin so well, and you can even talk about profound principles."
Tan Junting chuckled, "Yes, you've noticed my Mandarin has improved, haven't you? My mother is from Beijing, and I come to Beijing with her to stay for a while every year."
"So that's how it is." Song Tingyu suddenly remembered something important. Her face turned pale, and she looked at Song Jingyi with a bitter expression. "Brother, Grandma is going to be angry."
Song Jingyi couldn't help but reach out and pat her head, "You only just remembered if Grandma is angry?"
“Brother…” Song Tingyu looked at him expectantly.
Song Jingyi couldn't stand her gaze.
He couldn't bear to see her feel even slightly aggrieved, even if she was faking it.
"Don't worry, I already talked to Grandma yesterday. She won't say anything to you when we go back to Suzhou. Just eat your food."
Song Tingyu's mood brightened, and she gave Song Jingyi a big smile, "Brother is the best! Little Fish loves brother the most!"
Tan Junting was extremely envious.
She is obedient, listens to advice, is sensible, and knows how to be affectionate.
We're all human, so why is Jingyi so lucky?
He does have some ulterior motives, but the child is too young. If he shows too much, Ah Yi might chop him up himself.
Ugh! So annoying.
"Xiaoyu, what do you want to eat for lunch? Juntin knows a few good restaurants, shall we go?"
Song Jingyi: "You eat by yourself, we have something to do later."
"What's wrong, brother? Aren't we going home? I have class tomorrow," Song Tingyu asked.
“Yeah, Yi, what can’t you include your best brother who’s been through thick and thin with you?” Tan Junting asked.
Song Tingyu paused for a moment. What an awkward way to put it. Could he really have something going on with her brother?
Song Jingyi ignored Tan Junting and looked tenderly at his sister, "Do you still remember Aunt Huiwen? The online friend you met yesterday is her cousin. She knew we were here and invited us to have a meal at her house before we left."
"Aunt Huiwen is Nianke's cousin?" Song Tingyu's eyes widened. "What a coincidence! Is the world really that small?"
Song Jingyi was momentarily dazed.
Yes, what a coincidence, the world is still so small.
"Can't you take me with you when you go to see your aunt? Can I be your sidekick?" Tan Junting didn't give up on self-promotion before the two siblings left home.
Song Jingyi completely ignored him.
Song Tingyu felt embarrassed. "Brother Junting, you are good-looking and have a great image and temperament. You look like a noble young master. How can you look like a follower? Aren't you injured? You should rest at home and wait for us. We'll go back to Suzhou together later."
The girl's soft, gentle words flowed through my heart like a clear stream.
Tan Junting's heart calmed down.
His eyes softened. "Okay, then Brother Junting will wait for you at home."
Song Jingyi snorted coldly, "They can't even hide their thoughts, one after another."
However, he neither exposed nor stopped it; he was happy to give Si Jingxu something to do.
Besides, having been given a second chance at life, my sister has many more choices. Why hang herself on to just one tree? It's good to eat and see more.
Song Jingyi, holding his younger sister's hand and carrying the gifts prepared by Chen Mo, arrived at the Si family's residence.
Ling Huiwen started making arrangements early in the morning.
The fresh flowers in every corner of the house will be replaced with pink ones, the restaurant was specially ordered to serve southern cuisine, and the tablecloths will also be matching the plaid and lace designs…
Si Jingxu was about to go out when he went downstairs and glanced around. "Where have I traveled to?" he wondered.
“What do you know? You have no aesthetic sense at all,” Ling Huiwen complained to her son. “You’re not allowed to go out. Stay home with me and help me entertain the guests at noon.”
"Who are you entertaining? Kindergarten kids? I can't take care of children. I've made plans with Long Yu and the others for lunch. You can play house by yourself." Si Jingxu walked out lazily.
Ling Huiwen got angry as she watched her son's back. She muttered to herself, "Why did I have to have a son? Why wasn't I lucky enough to have Xiao Tingyu? I wish she were my daughter."
Si Jingxu paused, "Whom do you want to have?"
"Hurry up and leave." Ling Huiwen said irritably, then turned to the housekeeper and instructed, "The young lady who came at noon doesn't eat mutton or celery. Go to the kitchen and remind her again, so that she doesn't make a mistake."
"Mom, who did you just say? Who are your guests at noon?" Si Jingxu realized what was going on. "You're inviting Song Jingyi and his sister over for lunch, aren't you?"
"What's it to you? Go find your Long Yu." Ling Huiwen ignored him and checked the gift she had prepared for Song Tingyu.
“Song Jingyi is Aunt Qingzhi’s child, so I’ll stay. Long Yu isn’t important; it’s just a meal,” Si Jingxu said, picking up a box from the table and opening it. “These pearls are a bit small. You’re too stingy. I have a bigger one that’s perfect for giving away.”
Ling Huiwen looked bewildered. "Son, have you been through something?"
He said he needed to entertain the guests and prepare gifts for them.
Where did the sun come from today?
Si Jingxu didn't reply, but turned and walked upstairs. "I also have a diamond brooch. It's a little small for me, but it would be perfect for a young girl."
Si Chengli walked over to his stunned wife, put his arm around her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong, honey?"
"Chengli," Ling Huiwen said, watching her son's retreating figure, "Jingxu seems to be possessed."
"I'm glad you're alright," Si Chengli said, glancing at the time. "You said that child might be Meng Qingzhi and Song Shuchen's daughter?"
“Eighty percent,” Ling Huiwen said, coming back to her senses. “I just don’t know what happened to the one who died back then.”
"Anything can happen between them, don't overthink it. For Aunt Wanyin's sake, just be good to the child," Si Chengli reassured them.
“That’s what I think too, and I like listening to his voice. The child’s appearance is just good,” Ling Huiwen’s eyes suddenly lit up as she thought of something. “I even told Qingzhi back then that we should arrange a marriage between our children!”
"Let's not talk about it for now. Our son might not be willing. He doesn't give face to anyone, and it wouldn't be good if he said something that would embarrass the girl."
“That’s true. If all else fails, I’ll just say I’m going to make Tingyu her godmother,” Ling Huiwen said with a sly smile. “Am I clever?”
“Smart, my wife is the smartest.” Si Chengli cooperated perfectly.
Upstairs, Si Jingxu changed clothes again and again in the dressing room.
He scratched his hair in front of the mirror. Would it seem too deliberate and too late to call the hairstylist at this moment?
But he really wanted to leave a good impression on the girl from last night.
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