Chapter 31 Chapter 31

The longer Song Lingxi was lost in thought, the longer Zong Xuecheng looked at her.

Coming back to his senses, Song Lingxi looked puzzled, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Zong Xuecheng laughed dumbly. Song Lingxi was probably the person with the strongest heart in the world. He felt ashamed of himself. No wonder she could achieve what only a few people in the world could achieve.

In her previous life, she was neither desperate nor terrified when facing death, and she even had the mood to laugh at his jokes.

In this life, when she learned that she had escaped from a dead end, she was able to accept it quickly, adjust her mindset quickly, and even began to want to get rid of him and make plans for her future life.

Zong Xuecheng thought he would hate Song Lingxi for who he was. The revenge this woman had exacted when she died in her previous life made him a complete joke. He loved without knowing it and could not get the love he wanted. When he finally understood his own heart, he had lost the one he loved forever. In this life, she treated him as nothing and didn't even pretend.

But she was too vivid. Every expression and every look of hers, whether laughing or scolding, was Zong Xuecheng's salvation. She was so carefree, so cold, so upright, and so easy-going... Every picture of her was treasured in Zong Xuecheng's memory.

Life is too short to hate.

"Good night, Lingxi." Zong Xuecheng's voice was gentle, immersed in the evening when the glow of the sunset was about to fade away. He thought, strength has more than just one rule, love also represents weakness.

Zong Xuecheng walked away with the last ray of afterglow. Song Lingxi tilted her head and looked at his back... She finally realized where Zong Xuecheng had changed. He became much softer and more carefree.

In just a few months, can a person really change so significantly?

“Squeak—”

The door opened again and Xie Qiao poked his head in.

Song Lingxi: “…”

This kid suddenly became lively after going out, and all his bitterness and hatred disappeared.

"Hey, where have you been?" Song Lingxi threatened him, "Why don't you tell the truth!"

Xie Qiao sneaked in through the door, looking quite stealthy, then turned on the door light, quickly ran to Song Lingxi's side, and looked at her carefully.

Song Lingxi's complexion was very different from when he left in the morning. He looked like a dead tree coming back to life, his complexion rosy and white. No one could tell that this man was about to run out of energy in the morning.

"Mom, you're okay!" Xie Qiao was as excited as a little child. He wanted to hug his mother, but was afraid of hurting her belly.

Song Lingxi saw his dilemma and reached out to hug his son. Xie Qiao's body froze.

Warmth and moisture came from his shoulders. Song Lingxi patted his back like Xie Qiao did when he was a child and said softly, "Your experience today must be very exciting. Do you want to tell me about it?"

Xie Qiao said in a muffled voice, "It's very exciting, but I can't do anything."

"Hmm?" Song Lingxi raised his eyebrows.

Xie Qiao secretly wiped away his tears, turned his head and said, "It was Uncle Zong and Zong Fei, Mom, you were always controlled by the plot before, but now it's good, Zong Fei has given up the fate of the protagonist, you don't have to die, and I don't have to be a villain anymore."

Song Lingxi opened his mouth and froze...

The amount of information was too much, and even though she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked.

The protagonist... the villain...

How did Xie Qiao know that he was the villain?! How did Zong Fei give up the fate of being the protagonist? What does Zong Xuecheng have to do with this?

Song Lingxi: "What's going on?"

Xie Qiao organized his speech and recounted what had happened today, including the dream he had. When he came to the condition under which the old monk agreed to change his fate, he suddenly remembered that Uncle Zong had asked him not to tell his mother about his offer of ten years of life. He paused and omitted this part.

Song Lingxi listened attentively, as if he was listening to a story.

After Xie Qiao finished speaking, Song Lingxi rubbed Xie Qiao's drooping head and said proudly: "Our Xiaoqiao is really good. He never gives up. Even if he is a villain, he is the best villain."

Xie Qiao was stunned. He never thought his mother would react like this.

At this moment, Xie Qiao's heart was filled with infinite grievances, grievances that he could only feel in front of his mother.

After his mother's death, Xie Qiao in the dream changed from a kind and upright boy to a unscrupulous and unrecognizable person who was committed to opposing the male protagonist. Xie Qiao, who once was proud of his mother and dreamed of making the same achievements and contributions as his mother, is now going further and further in the opposite direction.

He could imagine how afraid he was of death in his previous life, afraid that he would not be able to face his mother's disappointed eyes after he died.

Since having this dream, Xie Qiao often dared not fall asleep at night, for fear of dreaming about that terrible self and his half-life as a walking corpse.

Now his mother told him in a relaxed tone that she was proud of him.

At this moment, Xie Qiao reconciled with his dream self, and all the problems in his past life were wiped out.

"But then again," Song Lingxi stroked his chin and asked curiously, "Are you and Zong Fei really in love with the same girl?"

Xie Qiao: “…”

Xie Qiao hesitated: "No, just a classmate."

"Hmm?" Song Lingxi approached Xie Qiao and said, "Tell me what you want to say. If you don't, there must be something wrong."

"No, I don't like her." Xie Qiao was too embarrassed to discuss such things as "whether he likes a girl" with his mother, let alone that he and his brother like the same girl. It was too embarrassing. After hastily denying it, he quickly said before Song Lingxi asked the next question, "I'm going upstairs to take a shower first."

"Tsk, what a spoilsport." Song Lingxi collapsed back onto the sofa.

In fact, Xie Qiao did not lie. No matter in reality or in the dream, Xie Qiao did not like Qi Jinchao. In reality, he treated Qi Jinchao as an ordinary classmate. In the dream, Xie Qiao was determined to oppose Zong Fei, and the plot forced him to get close to Qi Jinchao. How could he like Qi Jinchao under such circumstances?

As for Zong Fei, whether it was influenced by the plot or he really fell in love with Qi Jinchao, he had no idea.

After taking a shower, Xie Qiao returned to the living room and found that the nanny was already setting the table.

"Come and have dinner." Song Lingxi got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to help get the dishes and chopsticks.

After dinner, the mother and son sat on the sofa, watching TV and eating fruit. They hadn't seen such a comfortable atmosphere for a long time.

"By the way, you just said that Zong Fei told another story," Song Lingxi picked up an apple and handed it to Xie Qiao, "The heroine in the story had a very tragic early life. After all, this heroine is your classmate, and I want to help her."

"Think about it, if the plot constrains the supporting characters, it may also constrain the protagonists. If Zong Fei never falls in love with that girl in her life, but if her family of origin does not change, who can she turn to for help? Just in case, I will be the long-legged aunt and help her."

Xie Qiao nodded obediently, his fluffy hair scattered, his face extremely delicate, and he looked like a little marshmallow prince when he nodded obediently.

Song Lingxi couldn't help it, so he pinched Xie Qiao's cheek, and then released and pinched it again like pinching a doll.

So cute, how can there be such a cute boy!