Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Troubles
Song Yuqiao called Xu Yu.
Xu Yu was surprised. His eyes fell on his youngest son, and he immediately misunderstood. He raised his phone and said, "Xuanxuan, you see, your eldest brother still cares about you. Even though he is so busy, he didn't forget to call and ask about you."
After saying that, he answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone: "Hello, Yu Qiao, what's going on?"
Song Yuxuan pricked up his ears expectantly.
If his elder brother really cared about him, he would reluctantly forgive his elder brother for ignoring him in the hospital before, and instead worried that Zhang Jianan would be wronged.
Song Yuqiao leaned back in his chair. He was in a bad mood and said in a cold tone, "Dad, when will you decide whether Song Jianan will stay or go?"
Xu Yu hesitated for a moment. The tone on the other end of the phone was not very good. It seemed that Song Yuqiao didn't want Song Jianan to stay either.
He pondered for a moment and said, "Xuanxuan said that his parents are very good. Your father and I think there is no problem. We have transferred Xuanxuan and his household registration, gave his family one million, and let him go back."
The phone beeped and then hung up.
Xu Yu frowned, dissatisfaction showing on his face.
On the side, Song Yuxuan half-closed his eyelashes, hiding the jealousy, unwillingness and dissatisfaction in his eyes.
He is Song Yuqiao's biological brother. Why should Song Yuqiao care about that fake? Why doesn't he care about whether he has lived well over the years and whether he has suffered?
On the other side, Song Yuqiao hung up the phone with a terribly gloomy expression on his face. He made another call and asked the person on the other end to check Song Jianan's bank information.
The answer was that all the bank cards and other assets that Song Jianan held when he was in the Song family were transferred to Song Yuxuan's name.
It is true.
Song Yuqiao's fingers were so strong that they almost crushed the phone.
Before entering the lounge, he asked Lin Shu to check Song Jianan's identity information. As he guessed, Song Jianan changed his name to Zhang Jianan, and his household registration had been transferred to the Zhang couple's household registration.
He had always known that his father and his father disliked Song Jianan, but he had never imagined they would dare to drive him away without telling him, not even letting him take anything. The only one million yuan he had was actually transferred to the Zhang couple.
No wonder Song Jianan cried and begged to get into his bed.
Although Song Jianan is not the biological son of the Song family, he grew up in the Song family after all. Leaving the Song family means being abandoned by his family. Not only abandoned, but also forced into penniless. How can he accept it?
It is understandable that one may go to extremes for a while.
Song Yuqiao actually felt a sense of guilt for taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but the guilt was very faint and only lasted for a moment.
The person on the other end of the phone saw that he was silent, waited for a while, and then took the initiative to ask if he had any other instructions.
Song Yuqiao pinched his brows, gave a casual instruction, hung up the phone, and sent a message to Lin Shu, asking him to move Song Jianan's household registration out and set up a separate household, change his name back, and deal with Song Jianan's parents so that they would not find Song Jianan.
He flipped to Song Jianan's chat box, stared at the page with only a few messages for a while, and sent a message.
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Song Jianan looked at the message that popped up on his phone.
Song Yuqiao told him that there was a spare card of his at home and asked Song Jianan to use it.
Song Jianan immediately replied: Okay, thank you brother.
Song Yuqiao is very generous to his lover and doesn't care that he doesn't want his money. It seems that his choice is right.
Song Jianan held the phone, his almond-shaped eyes bright as he gave a faint smile.
The discomfort in her heart of having to endure Song Yuqiao's cold words while sleeping with her, as well as the faint complaints in the bathroom just now, have faded a lot.
Given his status, he shouldn't have too many expectations of Song Yuqiao. As long as Song Yuqiao does what he promised, he will be a good sponsor.
He found the spare card and put it away.
He is penniless now and in urgent need of money, so there is no need to refuse.
With this card, he can immediately apply to live on campus, and can also rent a house outside during the winter and summer vacations, without having to live in Song Yuqiao's house.
It's not good to always live in someone else's house, especially with his relationship with Song Yuqiao. If one day Song Yuqiao's family suddenly came to Xihe Garden and saw him, he couldn't even imagine that scene.
Thinking of this, Song Jianan opened the counselor's chat box and inquired about the application process for boarding school. He quickly received a reply. The counselor asked him to go to the school tomorrow to fill out the information, and the specific result would take a few days to know.
He could only stay in Xihe Garden for the next few days. Song Yuqiao was not at home, so neither of them would feel awkward.
Song Jianan squatted at the door of the laundry room, waiting for the clothes to dry while playing with his mobile phone, thinking that he had to buy two sets of clothes to change into tomorrow. If he was sure that he could live on campus, he would also have to buy bedding and daily necessities.
Everything costs money. Fortunately, he has Song Yuqiao's backup card, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.
However, relying on the sponsor to give you money is not a long-term solution. What if the sponsor gets unhappy one day and suspends the card?
Therefore, he still has to find a part-time job. Only by working hard to save money can he have the ability to resist risks when something unexpected happens.
I don’t have any financial difficulties now, so I can take my time looking for a job. If I find an easy job with a high salary, I won’t have to work so hard.
The clothes were dry and he changed into them.
Dinner was ready, so he went downstairs to eat.
There is a vase on one side of the large and long gray dining table, with a few colorful roses in it, which is very beautiful.
The other half of the table was filled with dishes. At first glance, it was extremely rich, with good color, aroma and taste. They were all Song Jianan’s favorites in the past.
He was slightly stunned. After two years away from the Song family, he almost forgot what he liked to eat.
He was not hopelessly stupid, and of course he knew that it was impossible for Housekeeper Xue to prepare a table full of food that would suit his taste accurately, so Song Yuqiao had to tell her in advance.
Why did Song Yuqiao remember his preferences?
Song Jianan thought about it and only came up with one answer: Alpha has a very strong memory, which is not comparable to Beta.
He pulled out a chair and sat down.
Steward Xue said, "Young Master, please try it and see if it suits your taste."
Song Jianan tasted the familiar flavor and smiled, "Thank you, Sister Xue."
From Butler Xue to Sister Xue, Butler Xue just raised a standard smile, said thank you, did not disturb him while eating, and turned into the kitchen.
The dinner was very sumptuous, and Song Jianan was very satisfied. His only regret was that he couldn't finish so much food. The rules here at Song Yuqiao were similar to those in the old Song family mansion. They didn't eat leftovers, and what they couldn't finish would be wasted.
He ate until he really couldn't eat anymore and could only watch as the dishes were taken away and thrown away. He subconsciously wanted to ask Sister Xue to make less dishes next time, but he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
He is not the owner here and will not live here permanently, so why should he change the rules here?
After dinner, while rubbing his bloated belly, he found the entrance to check his class schedule from the corner of his memory. He clicked on it and saw the densely packed schedule of classes. His two delicate eyebrows slightly frowned.
He had forgotten that there were too many classes in his junior year and too little time, so it was difficult to find a part-time job.
He sighed slightly, noted down the time when he had no classes, and searched for part-time job information on his phone.
It's not easy to find, but he has to find it. Once he leaves Song Yuqiao, he will have no money and will be unable to move forward.
After a while, he covered his stomach and curled up. The discomfort from overeating not only did not go away, but it began to hurt.
The pain gradually intensified, as if a pair of hands were stirring in his stomach. He shrank to the ground in pain, holding his stomach. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes were closed tightly, and his face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd.
When most people are in pain, their brains can't help but produce extreme thoughts, thinking good things are bad, and overthinking things that aren't that bad. Song Jianan is no exception. He thinks he might be the first person to die from overeating after being reborn.
But he didn't want to die. He had just solved the biggest problem and he still had a tomorrow to look forward to.
He regretted it very much. The food was wasted, but Song Yuqiao didn't need the money, so why did he hurt himself?
Butler Xue cut the fruit and came out, wondering at first, where is the young master?
When he got closer and took a look, he was shocked. He quickly put down the fruit plate and called the family doctor while asking worriedly, "Young man, what's wrong with you?"
Song Jianan raised his sweaty face, a look of pain on his face, and squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "My stomach... hurts..."
When Housekeeper Xue heard this, she realized she had already eaten most of her dinner. What else could she not understand? She thought the young master only looked thin but had a big appetite. Oh, she should have stopped the young master in time and asked him to eat less.
She told her family doctor the general situation, and as instructed by the doctor, she gave Song Jianan some digestive tablets and waited anxiously for the doctor to arrive.
During this period, I called Song Yuqiao.
Song Jianan had no time to stop it. How could he disturb Song Yuqiao because of such an embarrassing thing?
The call was connected, and the person on the other end was Song Yuqiao's secretary.
Although Song Jianan was in pain, he was actually still in the mood to secretly feel lucky. If the secretary had told him, Song Yuqiao should not have to ask about it personally. As long as Song Yuqiao did not ask, he would pretend not to know and would not feel embarrassed.
Half an hour later, the doctor finally arrived, asked about the situation, and observed Song Jianan's reaction. It turned out that he had eaten too much.
The doctor prescribed some medicine and before leaving, he repeatedly reminded me: "Eat in moderation. Overeating is harmful to your health."
Song Jianan took some digestive pills and the pain was less severe. He lay on the sofa and nodded shyly.
Sister Xue kept talking to him for a long time, got him some water, watched him take the medicine and feel much better, then she sent a message to her husband before she felt relieved and went about her own business.
What Song Jianan didn't expect was that half an hour later, Song Yuqiao actually called him on video.
Song Yuqiao's sharp eyes swept across his face first.
Looks okay.
His ugly expression eased slightly, and he asked, "Does it still hurt?"
A caring word came out of his mouth, sounding like a question.
Song Jianan had recovered a long time ago, but he still felt a little uncomfortable and a little listless. Song Yuqiao was still as fierce as ever, and his face was so gloomy that it could scare a child to death.
He pursed his lips and quietly minimized the video. When he could no longer see clearly, his lips slowly relaxed and he whispered, "I took the medicine and it doesn't hurt anymore."
Song Yuqiao's tone was like a lecture: "Jia Jia, you must eat in time when you are hungry in the future. Don't overeat yourself like you did today. Don't do it again. Do you understand?"
Song Jianan thought that this was his financial sponsor, nodded, and said obediently: "I understand."
Song Yuqiao gave a few more instructions, hung up the phone in a hurry, and said that he was about to board the plane.
Song Jianan held the phone in his hand, frowning slightly, feeling a little confused and a little annoyed. Is it possible that every sponsor is like Song Yuqiao, who also cares about such trivial matters?
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