Chapter 501 Song Jingyi's IF Route (Twenty-One)
Ling Huiwen couldn't be bothered with them anymore.
"Jingyi, Grandma has been sick for so long, why didn't you tell your mother?" Meng Qingzhi stood up and vented her anger on Song Jingyi. "I am still your mother, her daughter. How could you do this?"
Song Jingyi didn't care, "Grandma doesn't allow me to say."
“Just because she told you not to say it, you won’t? Jingyi, you’re such a grown-up, don’t you have any judgment? What will your mother do if something happens to Grandma?” Meng Qingzhi started crying again as she spoke.
"What right do you have to blame my brother?" Song Tingyu couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in front of Song Jingyi, frowning and staring straight at Meng Qingzhi. "If you really care about your mother, you should come back to see her more often, instead of making a phone call once a month to pretend to be filial. Even phone scammers are more filial than you."
After Meng Qingzhi got together with Song Shuchen, she was coaxed in everything, and almost no one dared to speak to her like that.
Because Song Shuchen did not allow it.
But the girl who suddenly appeared left her speechless.
The girl's familiar features made Meng Qingzhi forget to complain. She asked suspiciously, "Who are you? You just said Jingyi is your brother?"
“Who I am is not important, what is important is that you shouldn’t talk about him,” Song Tingyu said, still in her protective stance. “You have no right to say that.”
Meng Qingzhi was not good at arguing. She felt wronged by being scolded by a little girl, so she turned around and said, "Shuchen."
Song Shuchen was swayed by her tactics.
But right now he's more interested in the girl's background.
"Alright, Qingzhi, you're too tired. Let me take you to rest for a bit, okay? We'll come see your mother later. You don't want her to see you looking so haggard, do you?"
Meng Qingzhi was even more susceptible to his charm.
They were easily appeased with just a few words.
Song Tingyu was too lazy to even complain; they were just too easily fooled.
Despite their long-standing friendship and Meng Qingzhi's mental illness, she didn't know where to begin when she wanted to say something to criticize her.
Now, however, the little girl scolded him a bit.
Ling Huiwen let out a sigh of relief.
It was so enjoyable to listen to.
Song Jingyi looked at his younger sister's little head, feeling a mix of emotions.
In her past life, she had stood in front of him and cursed Song Shuchen like this; in this life, she cursed Meng Qingzhi as well.
My sister is truly a master of impartiality; she doesn't show favoritism.
They sat quietly outside the ward, staying there all night.
As dawn broke, the doctor brought good news.
Qiu Wanyin is out of danger and has woken up.
"She is still a bit weak, so don't let her talk too much and don't let her eat anything for now."
Ling Huiwen was overjoyed, "That's great, everything's finally alright, I'm going to go to the temple to pray."
"Mom, let's not go in. Grandma is weak. Let Jingyi and Tingyu go in and take a look." Si Jingxu stopped his mother, who was even more excited than her children.
“Look at me, I’m too excited,” Ling Huiwen said with an awkward smile. “Go on, you two go in. Don’t talk about Grandma’s condition. Just say she’s fine.”
"Thank you, Aunt Huiwen, I understand."
Qiu Wanyin knew everything that had happened.
She seemed to have an out-of-body experience, seeing everything outside.
Her granddaughter was resilient and brave; she didn't cry once and contacted the Si family, saving her life.
That unfilial daughter of hers is so old, yet she still acts so heartless.
All Song Shuchen knew in his life was love and romance.
As for her two babies...
Song Jingyi and Song Tingyu came in together.
Song Tingyu bent down, met her grandmother's gentle gaze, pouted, and tears still streamed down her face.
Qiu Wanyin struggled to raise her hand, touched her face, and said weakly, "It's alright, Grandma is alright."
Song Jingyi put his hand on his younger sister's shoulder and looked at his grandmother who had raised him, "Just take good care of her, Grandma."
Qiu Wanyin nodded almost without any variation.
Suddenly she remembered something, and her voice became louder than before, "Tingyu is taking the college entrance exam! You should go back to Suzhou to prepare for the exam."
“No,” Song Tingyu said, her voice thick with emotion, “I want to stay by your side.”
"Don't be silly." Qiu Wanyin wanted to say more, but she was too weak.
She can't even discipline her child.
"Grandma, I'll make arrangements, don't worry about us." Grandma's indicators were all good, and Song Jingyi felt much more at ease. "Xiaoyu won't miss the exam."
The post-operative meeting between the patient and their family is a two-way exchange of reassurance.
"Thank goodness, Aunt Wanyin is alright. From now on, she'll have a good life." Ling Huiwen held Song Tingyu's hand, her voice filled with a relaxed laugh.
Both children are so good, and the younger one is capable of handling things well.
She's worked hard her whole life, she deserves to enjoy her retirement.
"Grandma is doing well. She'll be able to move to a regular ward in a couple of days. Aunt Wen, then you can go see her."
"What did you just say?" Meng Qingzhi rushed over, wanting to touch Song Tingyu but not daring to, and asked in shock, "You called me Mom and Grandma? Then who are you?"
“I am my maternal grandmother’s granddaughter.” Song Tingyu did not shy away from the question, looking directly into her eyes.
"You..." Meng Qingzhi stammered for a moment, "Jingyi, you...you..."
"Let's find a place to sit down," Song Shuchen said, walking over as well.
“I’ll go with you. Aunt Wen, Jingxu, please take Xiaoyu to wash up and rest.” Song Jingyi winked at his sister. “Xiaoyu, be good.”
"good."
Song Tingyu obediently followed Si Jingxu away.
In the hospital cafeteria, Song Jingyi sat alone on one side, while Song Shuchen and Meng Qingzhi opposite him were processing the past that their son had just recounted.
"So you knew from the beginning that the child in your family was fake, but you didn't say anything?" Song Shuchen frowned. "Why did you do that?"
“Why can’t I do this?” Song Jingyi scoffed. “You don’t care about the child at all, so what are you pretending to be, acting like good parents to fool everyone?”
“But we’ve been so good to our sister, Jingyi. She was born with a private jet and an island. Why can’t you see that?” Meng Qingzhi was deeply hurt.
She lost her own child at the age of eight, and now she's being told that she raised the wrong child from the start.
She couldn't accept it.
“Concerned?” Song Jingyi’s smile grew even colder. “If you cared about the child, that fake heiress wouldn’t have been poisoned to death. You two only love yourselves.”
"What's your sister's name? You call her Tingyu, Song Tingyu? What are the characters in it?" Song Shuchen asked hurriedly.
Song Jingyi: "What she's called has nothing to do with you. Her surname is Song, which is my surname."
"So, Grandma knew about this child's background from the very beginning, right?" Meng Qingzhi was deeply hurt. She looked at Song Jingyi with teary eyes, silently expressing her grievances.
Song Jingyi raised his chin. "I know, it was my maternal grandmother who came to Beijing with me to pick her up."
Meng Qingzhi was even more devastated.
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