Chapter 461 The World Is Wonderful (Main Story Completed)
Si Youche's stomach was growling with hunger.
However, a couple who arrived before the steak were about the same age as the grandparents.
Acheng never expected it to be such a coincidence.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by," Song Shuchen patted Acheng on the shoulder, "just passing by."
“Mr. Song, we have a curfew, so I’ll take him home.” Acheng stood up and grasped Si Youche’s hand.
They hadn't gone two steps when they were stopped by the men brought by Song Shuchen.
They were tall and strong, and each of them had a weapon at their waist.
Acheng's expression turned cold, and he stepped in front of Si Youche to block her path. "Is this blatant robbery?"
"Acheng, we just want to talk to the child." Meng Qingzhi walked over and gestured for her subordinates to step back. "Please."
Acheng naturally refused; he couldn't bear the responsibility.
“Master, it’s alright,” Si Youche said, peeking out from behind Acheng and looking at the couple opposite him. “You two must be Mr. Song and Ms. Meng.”
Song Shuchen smiled in surprise, "You know?"
“Ah, sit down,” Si Youche said, precocious as a child. “Master, you sit down too.”
My mother's background is not a secret, and no one is trying to hide it. The important thing is that no one cares about it.
He didn't know the two were in Italy; the moment he saw their faces clearly, he understood.
The reason my parents don't like coming here is because they're afraid of these kinds of 'chance encounters'.
“You look more like your mother.” Song Shuchen looked the child up and down. “Are you the second child?”
You really don't know how to talk.
Si Youche corrected, "I was born a little later."
"Do you know who we are?" Song Shuchen asked again.
“My uncle looks a bit like you,” Si Youche said truthfully.
Song Shuchen admired the child; he was young but spoke with maturity and wasn't shy.
"You are Youche, right? You are eight years old, aren't you?" Meng Qingzhi looked at him, suddenly feeling a little dazed.
Jingyi was also sent to a mercenary group when he was eight years old.
An eight-year-old boy, he's only this small.
“Yes, ma’am,” Si Youche replied again.
"Are you... are you alright? Has your mother come? Where is your uncle?" Meng Qingzhi asked a series of questions.
Over the years, she has thought a lot and come to understand many things.
Both children are suffering, and the source of their suffering is herself.
It has nothing to do with anyone.
If she had been willing to say a few more words, the two children wouldn't have met such a fate.
They don't treat other people as their parents either.
Now, if she wants to see her child's child, she has to resort to all sorts of inquiries.
They were treated like human traffickers.
Everything was her fault.
She wanted to make amends, but no one needed this concern that was decades overdue.
"Excuse me, ma'am, may I eat something first? I'm a little hungry." Si Youche was unwilling to talk about his mother.
He had no liking for either of them.
Irresponsible father and mother, causing their mother so much suffering.
But his mother had taught him that if he ever encountered these two people, he shouldn't do so with hatred or hostility.
The matter is over and has nothing to do with the younger generation.
Therefore, it was enough for him to have a few calm words with them.
Neither Song Shuchen nor Meng Qingzhi spoke again.
The two of them stared intently as Si Youche finished eating a large piece of steak and a plate of spaghetti bolognese.
They tried to find the shadow of silence in the child before them.
Acheng nodded repeatedly.
His apprentice has a good attitude; even with two people watching him like that, he can still eat so heartily.
He's someone who can accomplish great things.
Not bad, not bad.
Si Youche drank another large glass of water, let out a long sigh of relief, feeling quite full.
The moment the empty glass landed on the table, his phone rang.
It was his mother calling.
"Mom." He answered the phone.
Song Shuchen and Meng Qingzhi looked expectant.
"What are you doing? Is Italy fun?" Shen Buyu asked gently. "Do you miss your mother?"
"I just ate, Mom. Uncle Cheng took me to that steakhouse you said was good. It tasted great. I miss you so much, and I miss my little sister too. How's Ningning?"
"That steakhouse, you've made my mouth water," Shen Buyu chuckled. "Ningning is doing well. Today, Dad and I took her to the mall, and she picked out gifts for you and Youqian. She's waiting for you to come back and give them to her."
Si Youche smiled, then turned his head and was startled.
Song Shuchen's large face was right next to his phone.
"I need to say a few words to your mother." Song Shuchen, disregarding any sense of shame, took advantage of the child's dazed state to snatch the phone away. "Buyu, your son is in my hands."
Silent: ...
Si Youche: ...
“No, no,” Song Shuchen quickly explained, “we just happened to meet each other while passing by.”
“What a coincidence. I ran into him when I went to Italy, and now my son ran into him again. That place is really small.” Shen Buyu’s voice had turned cold. “Let him go after the chance encounter. It’s time to go to sleep.”
"Ah, Buyu, how are you? How is Ningning? Can I go to Beijing to see you?" Song Shuchen's tone was quite humble.
“I still stand by what I said, it’s unnecessary. What’s the point?” Shen Buyu asked him. “Isn’t it good as it is now?”
“It’s not good. Your mother and I, the two of us, really wish we had a child by our side.”
"At your age, you should understand the law of cause and effect better. You will reap what you sow in your youth."
Si Youche took back his phone. "Master, let's go."
"Let's go, young master."
Acheng glanced at the stunned Song Shuchen and couldn't help but laugh.
They also have a bit of a masochistic tendency; a few words from someone can make them behave for a while.
Meng Qingzhi stared intently at the plate that Si Youche had just finished eating. She slowly said, "Shuchen, I was wrong. It's all my fault. Buyu is right. Cause and effect, this is the karma I created back then."
Song Shuchen sighed and patted the back of her hand. "Don't say that. I also have problems. It's not just your fault."
Meng Qingzhi's eyes welled up with tears, and she murmured softly, "If there is an afterlife..."
“If there is an afterlife…” Song Shuchen repeated these words.
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Si Youche trained in Italy for two months, and when he returned home, he had grown taller and more muscular.
Standing next to Si Youqian, they don't look like twins anymore.
My older brother is more refined.
Si Youning hadn't seen her second brother in a long time, and she was so excited that she stayed up all night playing with his new toys.
Si Youche gave his sister face and did whatever she asked.
Si Youqian quietly watched over the two of them.
Shen Buyu leaned on Si Jingxu's shoulder and sighed, "The world is so beautiful, isn't it?"
"It's all so wonderful because of you." Si Jingxu put his arm around her shoulder. "Without you, I would never be as happy as I am today."
"Come on, even without me, you'll meet other people, there will be others."
“No,” Si Jingxu interrupted her, “there will be no one else but you, we will meet sooner or later.”
After saying that, he turned his head and kissed her lips.
No matter where she is, he will find her.
The little feather belongs only to him.
(End of text)
Starting tomorrow, Song Jingyi's "if" storyline will begin.
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