Song Qiluo rebuked him with a gloomy face.
"Just take it. My contact information is on the business card. Don't worry, you'll get your share of the benefits."
Aunt Zhang accepted it tremblingly, "Thank you, Second Miss."
The second young lady lives abroad most of the year, and this was her first time meeting her. She thought that since the young lady was so cheerful, she must be a good-tempered person, but she didn't expect her to change her expression faster than turning the pages of a book. When she got fierce, she looked just like Song Lingshan.
No wonder they're sisters; her cuteness was just a facade.
A short while later.
The door was opened from the outside.
Song Qiluo turned her head to look at the door and saw that it was Song Lingshan. She excitedly stood up from the sofa and ran towards her.
Without saying a word, he gave her a warm hug and exclaimed excitedly.
"Sister, you're finally back! You have no idea how long I've waited for you!"
Song Lingshan pushed her away with disdain, bent down to change her shoes, and complained as she walked towards the living room.
Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?
Although she often found her younger sister annoying, feeling that she was clingy and talked too much like a broken record.
But since her younger sister came back from so far away, she, as the older sister, should still go to the airport to pick her up.
Song Qiluo chuckled and followed behind her like a little shadow, not behaving properly.
"What? If I told you in advance, would you have picked me up from the airport?"
Song Lingshan sat on the sofa and glanced at the basement. Seeing that the door was locked, she prayed that the nanny must have ventilated the basement before her sister returned.
She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then slowly looked at her younger sister standing in front of her, who was looking at her expectantly. She said, "No, I won't."
Song Qiluo sat down next to Song Lingshan dejectedly, raised her hand to cover her chest, and exaggeratedly said...
"Oh no, my heart is aching so much. Don't you know I have a heart condition?"
Song Lingshan rolled her eyes. "I bet you went abroad to study acting, not painting."
"No way, I would never be an actress!"
Being an actor is too restrictive. You have to be managed by the director, criticized by the investors, and also have to consider the fans' opinions.
There is no freedom at all. Actors are not like painters, who can paint whatever they want.
Song Lingshan put down her teacup, changed the subject, and said seriously.
"Qiluo, you won't leave again this time you're back, right?"
Song Qiluo grasped Song Lingshan's slightly cool hand, staring at her amber eyes which sparkled with expectation, and asked softly.
"Sister, do you want me to stay?"
Song Lingshan subtly withdrew her hand, avoiding her sister's gaze, and said calmly.
"If you want to stay, then stay. Why ask for my opinion?"
Song Qiluo pouted, somewhat hurt, and said, "You're the older sister, of course I have to ask you."
Song Lingshan said helplessly.
"Qiluo, I've told you many times, you're an adult now, you don't need to ask for my permission for everything like you did when you were a child."
Perhaps it was because their mother passed away too early and their father was too busy to take care of the two sisters that the younger sister became overly dependent on him.
She wanted to correct her younger sister's mindset, and not to spoil her like she did when they were little.
Upon hearing this, Song Qiluo immediately became anxious, grabbed her sister's hand again, and looked extremely aggrieved.
"I don't care. No matter how old I am, you'll always be my sister, my closest person. Do you want me to stay or not?"
Song Lingshan gave her a deep look and said casually.
"I don't want that!"
"Okay, I'll go back now!"
Song Qiluo acted immediately, releasing Song Lingshan's hand.
He walked quickly to the window, picked up his suitcase, and headed out the door.
That demeanor didn't seem like acting at all.
Looking at her younger sister's thin yet resolute back, Song Lingshan finally softened her heart just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob, and said irritably.
"Alright, come back here!"
Song Qiluo turned around blankly.
Her beautiful eyes were red and swollen, and her pink lips were trembling slightly.
"Sister, aren't you going to kick me out?"
"..."
Song Lingshan helplessly raised her hand and rubbed her temples.
Speaking of which, my sister's style of dress has changed this time. It's no longer the cute style she used to have, but an artistic style that suits her identity as a painter. She used to always dye her hair bright colors, but now she has honestly returned to her natural color.
She thought her younger sister had really grown up, but she was surprised to find that she was still the same as before.
Seeing that Song Lingshan remained silent.
Song Qiluo put down her suitcase and snuggled up to Song Lingshan again, hooking her arm around hers and nuzzling her shoulder, saying happily.
"I knew my sister wouldn't want to part with me."
She was terrified; she thought her sister really wouldn't try to keep her.
Song Lingshan stopped resisting and let her hug her, saying in a deep voice.
“It’s not that I’m reluctant to part with you. You know about Dad’s situation, right? Now that you’re back, spend some time with him. Even though he says he doesn’t care about you, he still thinks about you.”
Song Qiluo gently nuzzled Song Lingshan's neck and obediently said, "I know, I'll go see him later."
This rubbing made Song Lingshan's heart itch.
She had to admit that Song Qiluo smelled wonderful. She wasn't wearing perfume; it was just the scent of lavender shower gel. Her hair smelled amazing too. Leaning against her felt like you had no bones.
Song Lingshan restrained her emotions, pulled her arm away, moved it to the side, coughed twice, and looked at Song Qiluo with a serious expression, saying earnestly.
“Since you’re not leaving, come and help me manage the company. You can’t paint for the rest of your life.”
Song Qiluo shook her head, her eyes filled with unwavering determination, "I won't go, I'm going to paint for the rest of my life!"
Although she longed to go to and from get off work with her sister every day and live together, she did not want to give up her dream; she had not yet become the best painter in the country or even the world.
Song Lingshan had never seen her sister with such a determined look in her eyes before, and questioned.
"How much money can you make from drawing? You spend so much money, don't you want to earn more?"
Although my younger sister is indeed talented and got into the best art academy in the United States, she hasn't made much of a splash in recent years. A painting can only sell for a few hundred thousand dollars. A few hundred thousand dollars might be enough for an ordinary person, but it's really not enough for my sister, and she always asks me for pocket money.
Song Qiluo lowered her head in disappointment and whispered.
"Of course I'd like to, but I'd rather work hard myself. Sister, you know I know nothing about business. If you really put me in charge, I'd definitely lose money."
"..."
Song Lingshan fell silent. What her sister said actually made a lot of sense, and she couldn't keep an eye on her sister all the time.
After thinking for a moment, he sighed softly, "Alright, then you can continue drawing."
Song Qiluo was overjoyed, "Sister is the best!"
She hadn't originally planned to go back this time. Now that she had finished her studies, she wanted to focus on her career in China.
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