Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Crazy Thoughts
Song Jianan took a few deep breaths, clenched his fists, then slowly released them, and walked into the main building of the Song family.
Song Boqian and the other two arrived early and were drinking tea and eating desserts and fruits in the living room.
As soon as Xu Yu saw him, disgust immediately appeared on his face, "Song Jianan."
He frowned, "From today on, I should call you Zhang Jianan. Zhang Jianan, don't think you can stay in our family just by relying on Song Yuqiao's sympathy. We have raised you for so many years and provided you with fine clothes and delicious food. We have done our best. Xuanxuan is back, and it's time for you to return to your parents."
"The assets under your name and the things in the house should have belonged to Xuanxuan. Don't even think about taking them away. Of course, we were once father and son, and it wasn't easy for your parents to raise Xuanxuan. I will give your parents one million, and from now on, you will have nothing to do with our family anymore."
"Your parents' address is on the household registration book. Take it and leave our house."
A thin household registration booklet and an ID card were thrown in front of him.
During the short drive, the Song family had already impatiently prepared everything, just waiting to drive him away.
Song Jianan lowered his eyebrows and put it away calmly.
Giving his parents one million was indeed out of kindness from the Song family.
But what does this have to do with him?
It was precisely that one million, of which not a penny ever reached his hands, that made his parents' desires expand. Over time, they both resigned from their jobs. His mother became lazy, vain, and competitive, while his father became addicted to gambling and indulged in sensual pleasures.
No matter how much one million is for an ordinary person, there will come a day when it is all gone.
They turned their greedy eyes to him.
Song Jianan calmed down and thought that as long as he could stay away from them in this life, it would be fine.
Seeing him look downcast, Song Yuxuan, who had changed his name, felt relieved. A subtle sense of superiority surfaced in his heart, and concern brewed in his eyes. He stepped forward and said, "Your parents are honest and decent people. You don't have to worry too much. Besides, with the one million yuan our family has given you, your future life may not be as good as ours, but you will have enough food and clothing, and you will be better off than many people."
He suddenly paused, his eyes accurately catching the corner of the hundred-yuan bill sticking out of Song Jianan's sweatshirt pocket. His eyes changed again and again, and suddenly he smiled: "Oh, I actually overlooked it. You just came back from our house, and you must be spending money lavishly. How can one million not be enough? This little money in your pocket should not be enough. How about I ask Dad to transfer another million to your account?"
Song Yuxuan looked distressed. "But if I give you money alone, will it make your parents think too much and think that you and our family don't trust them?"
Song Boqian's solemn and majestic eyes fell on Song Jianan as if scrutinizing him, and Xu Yu also looked at him with an incredible look as if he was looking at a stink bug.
At first, Song Jianan thought Song Yuxuan's words were strange, and even found it hard to believe that Song Yuxuan actually used the word "honest and decent" to describe his parents.
After hearing the latter part, his heart tightened, and then the Song couple gave him a look that made his whole body cold and his face embarrassed.
But Song Yuqiao didn't write him an IOU, so he couldn't explain to them that he borrowed the money from Song Yuqiao, not stole it from their house.
His eyes were filled with panic, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.
Xu Yu sneered, "It really is the genes of the lower class. After teaching for over twenty years, he's still such a worthless piece of shit! Okay, take this money and use it. When you go back, don't let anyone know I taught you. I can't afford to lose face."
Song Boqian said disdainfully, "Forget it this time. Be more restrained in the future. Without the protection of the Song family, it will be easy for others to teach you a lesson."
They seemed not to care about Song Jianan's "stealing" of money, but Song Jianan felt humiliated from their words.
His cheeks were burning and his body was shaking. He took out two thousand yuan in cash with trembling hands, put it on the table, and without even looking at them, turned and walked out.
Behind him, I could faintly hear some remarks about him being "uneducated".
He lowered his head and walked out of the Song family manor in a daze, feeling a little annoyed and regretful.
That was the life-saving money he borrowed, he didn't steal or rob it, so he should have left with a clear conscience.
He looked back at the huge manor and felt an urge to rush back and grab the two thousand dollars back.
But he didn't dare.
He touched the cold, hard cover of his household registration booklet in his wide pocket, and squeezed underneath was his ID card.
His eyebrows drooped, his delicate face fell, he turned around in frustration, and walked slowly along the empty road.
Just like in his previous life, he was penniless when he was kicked out, with only a cell phone and his ID on him.
All the bank cards linked to the phone have expired, and only the balance on the payment app has seventy-one yuan left.
In Yunjing, where every inch of land is valuable, a shabby black shop or hotel costs more than 100 yuan, and 71 yuan is barely enough for a few meals.
The issue of survival is imminent.
The only consolation was that he had his identification documents with him and he didn't need to meet his biological parents.
However, he walked from the remote manor to the downtown area, but still couldn't think of a good solution.
He thought about asking Song Yuqiao to borrow some more money, but quickly gave up the idea.
Asking to borrow money twice in a row had exhausted his courage. He was afraid of Song Yuqiao's cold aura and couldn't speak again.
Besides, he couldn't say to Song Yuqiao: Your family thought I stole your money, I was embarrassed to take your money again, so I had to return it to them.
Song Jianan squatted on the side of the road, thinking silently that the two thousand yuan had already been returned to the Song family, and Song Yuqiao must not come to him to ask for it back.
He clenched his fists angrily. He was not afraid of Song Yuqiao asking him for money. He must confidently tell him everything his father, dad, and brother said, and make him feel ashamed of his family.
After secretly simulating the scene in his mind, Song Jianan felt much better.
"Hey! Move over! You're blocking my way!"
The cart suddenly bumped into them, and the person pushing it spoke out an impatient warning.
Song Jianan stood up, holding his hurt head, tears welling up in his eyes. He subconsciously looked at the spacious road, feeling a little confused.
But he didn't dare argue with anyone, and quickly moved out of the shade of the tree and stood in the sunshine.
The sunlight was too bright and he felt like crying.
Why does anyone want to bully him?
He sniffed and waited until the man pushed the cart past before returning to the shade of the tree, rubbing his head gently with his hand.
At this time, the aroma of food wafted over, and he looked over eagerly following the smell.
Steam was rising from the pot of cooked food in the convenience store.
A few minutes later, a couple walked past him carrying packaged prepared food.
His eyes moved with it.
The couple rolled their eyes at him and said, "What are you looking at?"
The couple walked away, and the convenience store pot was covered with a lid, but the lingering fragrance lingered for a long time.
Song Jianan covered his rumbling stomach, bitter tears welling up in his eyes.
He starved himself again.
Even though he still had a few dozen dollars left, he didn't dare go in and buy the cheapest loaf of bread.
He is very poor now and has to break a dollar into two halves to spend. He will endure it for now if he can.
But the feeling of being hungry was very uncomfortable, and his tears flowed even more violently. While crying, he had to think about how to get through the night.
When he was still the young master of the Song family, he had never lived in school and had no beds in school. Now he really had nowhere to go.
Song Jianan stared at a clean bench under the overpass in the distance, wiping away his tears and thinking that the bench under the overpass seemed to be a good choice.
At this time of year, it won’t be too cold at night and you can take shelter from the rain under the overpass.
But he remembered something he had heard from someone in his previous life: two homeless people fought each other for a piece of land under an overpass, and one of them was stabbed to death. The fight was even reported on the news.
He quickly kicked the thought out of his mind, and his heart became more and more desperate.
Amidst the noisy traffic, the voices of two Omegas talking came from far away and gradually approached.
"This new milk tea is delicious! I will buy it again next time."
"Give me a drink."
"Wow! It tastes amazing! I'm going to buy this from you next time."
"Have you noticed that Xie Mao has been very generous with his money recently? He used to refuse milk tea when the class monitor invited the whole class, fearing that he would have to return it to the monitor. But last time, I actually saw him treating others to milk tea!"
"Are you out of your mind? It's been spread around the school for a long time that he's been kept by someone, so he must be generous."
"Huh? When did that happen? How come I didn't know? Isn't he a Beta?"
"Betas are the ones who are suitable for being kept. They are not restricted by labels, and their physical endurance is stronger than that of Omegas. If you get bored, you can always switch..."
The voices of the two people gradually became blurred from near to far until they disappeared.
Song Jianan was thinking about their conversation in his mind, when suddenly a shocking idea came to his mind.
If we can find a suitable person to support him, will food and shelter no longer be a problem?
It would be best if this person has some power so that he can help him solve the household registration problem and cut off the possibility of the two people getting involved at once.
This way he doesn't have to worry about the nightmare of his previous life happening again.
He happens to be a Beta, the most suitable gender to be kept. When the sponsor gets tired of him, he will withdraw and leave Yunjing, never to come back.
He stopped crying and thought about all the people he knew in his mind, but found that none of them met the requirements.
As a child of the Song family, he was not welcomed. Xu Yu rarely took him to various social places and celebrity banquets, and he knew very few people from the same class.
Among these people, some are very bad and like to bully others, or have chaotic private lives. Let's not talk about whether they are willing to support him or not. Even if he goes with them, he will definitely not end up well. What's the difference between this and being sold in the previous life?
Even if he actively wants to be kept, he still has to choose a good sponsor.
He wanted to cry again, scratched his hair in distress, wiped his tears and stood up, planning to find a job first, to support himself and get through the current difficulties before his parents remembered him.
He opened his mobile phone as he walked. In addition to offline searches, he could also look for job postings online. This was his experience in his previous life.
When I opened my phone, I accidentally clicked on the text message page, and the three words "Song Yuqiao" came into my sight.
His eyes widened a little and his breath caught.
Suddenly, a crazy idea came to my mind.
Isn’t the most suitable candidate for sponsorship someone who is both far away and right in front of you?
Song Yuqiao is rich and powerful, has good character, and has no messy private life. His only shortcoming is that he is too cold, which makes people feel scared.
However, Song Jianan only wanted to be his lover and only needed to please him in bed. It would be better if Song Yuqiao was a little colder and talked less, so he didn't have to bother communicating with him.
Besides, Song Yuqiao can't be so cold and emotionless in bed, right?
As the thought came to his mind, the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. Song Jianan was excited and nervous, thinking quickly in his mind how to become Song Yuqiao's lover before Song Yuqiao went on a business trip.
He couldn't just rush up to Song Yuqiao and say that he wanted to be supported by Song Yuqiao, otherwise Song Yuqiao would definitely think he was sick.
However, there was no relevant information on how to be kept in Song Jianan's knowledge base, so he had to make good use of the Internet search.
The answers I searched for were all over the place, such as a chance encounter at a high-end place, working part-time as a hostess in a hotel, posting beautiful photos of myself fishing on social media, etc.
Song Jianan had no choice but to withdraw and find a solution on his own.
He paced back and forth in the shade of the tree.
After thinking for a while, he reopened his phone and typed in the search box: How can I sleep with the person I want to sleep with?
As long as he slept with Song Yuqiao, he would have the confidence to ask Song Yuqiao to support him.
But Song Yuqiao is not a fool, how could he sleep whenever he wants?
This time he finally found the answer he wanted. His eyes curved and he quickly used his mobile phone to find the nearest pharmacy and went in to buy the medicine he wanted.
Fortunately it’s not expensive, only over fifty yuan.
He looked at the remaining balance, gritted his teeth, waved and hailed a taxi to the Song Group headquarters.
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