Chapter 503 Song Jingyi's IF Route (Twenty-Four)
Without his younger sister around, Song Jingyi was alone in Beijing with his grandmother and suddenly felt very lonely.
When my younger sister is around, it's always lively.
She has that kind of magic; people and small animals all like to gravitate towards her.
"Jingyi, Jingyi?" Qiu Wanyin had been moved to a regular VIP ward. She called out twice, but the child didn't respond.
"Yes, Grandma, I'm here," Song Jingyi said, snapping out of his reverie. "What's wrong?"
"Are you worried about Tingyu?" Qiu Wanyin asked him. "Why don't you go back and visit her too? Grandma is also feeling uneasy."
“She doesn’t need Grandma. She has people around her who will protect her. Besides, our little fish has grown up and can take care of herself.”
"Sigh..." Qiu Wanyin sighed, "Grandma has been a burden to you all."
"What are you saying? If Xiaoyu hears this, she'll start nagging you again." Song Jingyi peeled an apple, leaving a long, intact strip of peel.
He cut the apple into small pieces and handed them to his grandmother, saying, "Eat the apple, and you'll be safe and sound."
Qiu Wanyin smiled happily, "Our Jingyi can make Grandma happy now."
"Yes, you must take good care of yourself so that Xiaoyu and I can take care of you for a few more years."
“The apples are delicious, Jingyi. Grandma won’t be so stubborn anymore. If you need to have surgery, then do it. Be brave like you and Tingyu.”
Qiu Wanyin deeply regretted that she almost caused her two children to feel guilty for the rest of their lives because of her own actions.
"You'll be fine from now on," Song Jingyi said.
Qiu Wanyin smiled and shook her head. Her smile faded as she put down the fruit. "Your mother is here. Let her in."
"You know?" Song Jingyi raised an eyebrow.
“After all, she’s my own daughter, and I can sense it. I saw her sneaking around outside yesterday, so let her in.”
Song Jingyi couldn't understand why his grandmother still had feelings for that kind of daughter.
But he didn't want to argue with his grandmother at this time, so he got up and opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Meng Qingzhi.
She hadn't expected the door to open suddenly.
In a moment of panic, he cried out, "Jing... Jingyi."
"Grandma wants you to go in, but I advise you not to cry in front of her," Song Jingyi said in a low voice.
Meng Qingzhi pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
"Mom," she began, her voice choked with emotion. The white-haired Qiu Wanyin on the bed was completely different from the energetic, long-haired mother she remembered.
"Sit down," Qiu Wanyin said calmly. "You see I've aged and don't recognize me anymore."
"I'm sorry, Mom." Meng Qingzhi didn't sit down; she walked to the bedside. "It's so good that you're alright."
"Um."
“Mom, I saw Tingyu. She looks a lot like you,” Meng Qingzhi said again. “You knew about her existence so long ago, why didn’t you tell me?”
Qiu Wanyin closed her eyes. She thought her daughter had changed for the better, but it seemed not.
She's still so selfish; she only speaks for herself.
"I...I didn't mean that, Mom. I'm not blaming you. I just...you know, when the child I was raising died, I almost went with him." Meng Qingzhi said with tears in her eyes, "It was Shuchen who saved me."
"Is there anything else in your mind besides Song Shuchen?" Qiu Wanyin had wanted to say this to her for a long time, but she used to think of her as a child and didn't want to say much.
But after Qiu Wanyin herself narrowly escaped death, she discovered that her daughter was simply mentally ill.
He can't compare to the older generation, nor to the younger generation.
His mind is full of romance and he has nothing serious to do.
"No, I'm still worried about you. I just think you should tell me the truth." Meng Qingzhi still had that innocent look on her face, crying as if the whole world had wronged her.
"What truth are you going to tell me? You can't even recognize your own child, what can you do? I heard that the child you took back died at eight years old, poisoned. If I give you my Tingyu, what will you give me back?"
Is it a little kid who was poisoned to death, or a spoiled brat who's annoying to everyone?
Meng Qingzhi was speechless.
Qiu Wanyin continued, "You gave birth to Jingyi but didn't care about him. You did care about your daughter, but what did you do? I used to complain that you didn't take care of Jingyi, but now I'm grateful to you. Luckily you didn't take care of him, otherwise I wouldn't even have this grandson."
"I...I didn't..." Meng Qingzhi wanted to say something for herself, but found that she couldn't say anything.
"What are you? My darlings are all grown up now, so you shouldn't interfere. Go back to your love affair with Song Shuchen and live your own lives. You weren't there when the children needed you, and now that you're back, you're completely useless."
Song Jingyi listened quietly the whole time.
Grandma has changed. After this incident, she's started saying whatever comes to mind.
It's like my sister has possessed me.
very nice.
That's how it should be.
Meng Qingzhi sobbed softly, "Mom, we haven't seen each other for so many years, don't you even ask me how I'm doing?"
“You’re doing great. Your clothes, shoes, and bag aren’t cheap, and you look like you’re in your thirties or forties,” Qiu Wanyin said, then added, “The jewelry you’re wearing is so dazzling it hurts my eyes. You’ve already told me you’re doing great.”
“These are all external things. Nobody cares what I’m thinking!” Meng Qingzhi suddenly felt wronged. “I just want to acknowledge my own daughter. Why won’t you agree?”
"Have you ever been this defiant towards Song Shuchen?" Song Jingyi walked over and looked down at her. "You only know how to bully your grandmother who truly cares about you."
"You, Jingyi, how could you talk to your mother like that?" Meng Qingzhi was even more hurt.
"Why can't he?" Qiu Wanyin quickly spoke up for her grandson. "You haven't cared about him for a single day, how do you expect him to talk to you?"
Meng Qingzhi cried so hard she couldn't speak.
"Alright, you can go now," Qiu Wanyin waved her hand. "I don't really want to see you. I'm tired."
Song Jingyi asked the person to leave, saying, "Grandma needs to rest."
He didn't make any definitive statements because his sister had told him before she left not to make decisions for their grandmother.
She was, after all, her maternal grandmother's biological and only daughter.
Grandma couldn't possibly not feel sorry for her.
It doesn't matter that the two of them have no feelings for Meng Qingzhi, but they need to consider their grandmother's feelings.
Meng Qingzhi left, but before she did, she looked at Song Jingyi with a wronged expression, "Mom really loves you and your sister. Please give Mom a chance to make it up to you, okay?"
Song Jingyi remained silent.
The compensation she mentioned is at most some money.
He sighed, reached for a cigarette, and walked out with it in his mouth.
His phone rang, and he answered it. It was Tan Juntin calling. "Ah Yi, does that guy surnamed Si have feelings for Xiaoyu?"
"You're only just realizing that? No wonder you were chased and attacked by that illegitimate child."
Tan Junting: "Didn't we agree not to expose each other's shortcomings? Besides, I'm just concerned about Xiaoyu."
"Don't worry about it, as long as Xiaoyu is happy." Song Jingyi lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of white smoke. "My sister is still young and doesn't have that kind of interest. Let him do whatever he wants."
Tan Junting paused for a moment, then said, "Xiaoyu's gaze towards him is also strange."
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