Chapter 4: There are routines in front and tricks in the back
She will never forget this bracelet even if she dies.
Song Rouxi took a step back and covered her wrist. "What's wrong with you, sister? You promised to give it to me, why are you regretting it now? I like this bracelet very much."
As she spoke, her face was full of reluctance, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and her pink lips glanced down slightly.
Song Rouxi was still just like in her previous life, adept at playing the role of pitiful and weak. Whenever something didn't go her way, she would make such an expression, as if you were a great sinner.
"Song Ci, you've already given it to me, why would you take it back? You're so petty, asking me for a bracelet. How shabby! I'm so kind to you, always giving you a share of anything delicious or fun. How can you be so shameless?"
Song Ying glanced at Song Ci with a look of disdain on her face.
Song Rouxi scolded softly, "Second sister, don't talk like that."
Song Ying was displeased, "Big sister, look at her. She's arguing with you over a bracelet. It doesn't seem like she treats you as a sister."
This time, Song Rouxi did not refute, but looked at Song Ci with a sad and hurt expression.
Song Ci said calmly, "This bracelet was a birthday gift from my father. I was young and ignorant at the time, but my sister said she liked it, so I gave it to her. Now I want it back."
Wanxiang stepped forward and added fuel to the fire, "My daughter loves this bracelet the most. She kept thinking about it when she was sick. With this bracelet, maybe my daughter will recover faster."
Give it as a gift? It was like giving it as a gift, but it was no different from robbing someone. If Song Rouxi didn't want to give something she liked, the third room would scold her.
Having said that, Song Rouxi lowered her eyes to look at her wrist. She didn't know what material the chain was made of, and there were a few small green stones hanging on it.
It looks good, but it's not rare.
Just as she was about to take off the chain, a resistance rose in her heart, as if telling her that this chain was very important to her.
Seeing her pause, Song Ci coughed a few times, and two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks. "This chain is not a precious thing. Big sister has always been kind to us. She won't be reluctant to give it back to me, right?"
Her eyes were clear, which made Song Rouxi frown.
Song Rouxi didn't react yet. Song Ying was a little angry. She stepped forward and pushed her. "It's just a broken chain, not a precious thing. Big sister, just give it back to her. Look at her petty behavior. It's really despicable."
Song Ci was pushed and staggered, and it was Wanxiang who supported her so that she did not fall.
She coughed even more violently, her eyes watery and tears welled up in her eyelashes. She looked at Song Rouxi stubbornly.
"Okay...okay..." Song Rouxi took off the bracelet and held it in her hand reluctantly.
She clenched it so tightly that Song Ci finally pulled it out and held it in her hand. "In that case, I won't bother you, big sister. I'm still sick, so I'll go back and rest first."
"Hurry up and go away." Song Ying glared at her and hurriedly drove her away.
After getting the chain and turning a corner, Song Ci, who had just walked as if he was so weak that he was about to faint, suddenly felt better.
She looked at the bracelet carefully. The birthday gift was just an excuse. She vaguely remembered that the bracelet had been on her hand since she was a child, but she had forgotten what it was and how it came about.
But in her previous life, it was with the help of this bracelet that Song Rouxi got the ruthless Pei Ji to help her become the Crown Princess. When her uncle got into trouble and almost lost his life several times, it was Pei Ji who rescued him.
The reason lies in this bracelet.
Unable to figure it out for the time being, Song Ci put the matter aside. She had more important things to do right now.
When the time was almost up, she walked towards the gate of the Song Mansion and saw her father, who was covered in dust, from a distance. He looked a little tired, but in good spirits. Song Ci felt sad and was about to call for help when she saw a figure walking past.
"Second brother."
"Thank you for your hard work, third brother. You have been away on business for more than a month. Mother, my eldest brother and I are all very worried about you." Uncle Song looked at his younger brother with concern.
Song's father was moved and dodged the hand that Second Uncle Song extended. "My younger brother just came back and hasn't had time to change his clothes yet. Don't dirty Second Brother's clothes."
As soon as these words came out, Uncle Song quickly withdrew his hand and glanced at him from head to toe. Seeing that his clothes were filthy, disgust flashed in his eyes. "Then Third Brother, you should change your clothes first. Mother and eldest brother are waiting for you in the main hall. It's time for our family to have a good time together."
"Yes, but second brother, this time it's not just me who came back, I also brought someone with me..."
Song's father explained the rescue process and the man's origins. Upon hearing that this man was the famous God of Wealth in Beijing, Second Uncle Song's eyes lit up with joy and he patted him on the shoulder. "Third brother, saving someone is a good deed. The person is there. Do you want to go get a doctor to take a look?"
Father Song was almost knocked down by the slap, but he steadied himself and said, "I've sent someone to get a doctor, and the patient is already resting in the guest room."
"Okay, okay, okay." Uncle Song said three "Okays" in a row. "Go back and change your clothes first. My brother and I are enough for the guests. They come from afar and are guests. We should treat them well."
Father Song felt that his brother was kind-hearted and was happy. Thinking of his wife and daughter, he hurried towards the third room.
Song Ci saw this scene from a distance and sighed in her heart. It seemed that she could not escape this time, but she still had a trick up her sleeve.
"Wanxiang, have you done everything I asked you to do?"
Wanxiang nodded, "Miss, I did everything you asked."
The two returned to the house and lay down. Right after, Song's father rushed in and went straight to his daughter's bed. His voice was gentle, "Xiaoci, Daddy is back, but you missed him."
Song Ci seemed to have just woken up, her eyelashes trembling. After a long while, she opened her eyes with difficulty, tears flashing in her eyes. She rushed over and hugged Song's father, her voice trembling, "Dad, your daughter missed you so much. You are finally back..."
Daddy is fine now! Song's father is different from what she remembered, younger and taller. Before she died, her father was already hunched over, his clothes hanging loosely on his body. He was not even forty, but his face was already full of wrinkles. He looked as old as if he were already in his sixties or seventies.
Father Song looked at his daughter in his arms with pity. She had lost a lot of weight. Her chubby cheeks were now only the size of a palm. Her chin was pointed and her face was pale. Because she was so thin, her eyes looked unusually large.
He lovingly wiped away the tears from his daughter's eyes with his fingers, thinking that she was excited because she hadn't seen him for a long time. "I heard you were sick. How come it's so serious?"
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