Song Xuanhe originally wanted to go to Xiao Shenglin's house right after New Year's Eve, but things did not go as he wished.
——On the morning of the first day of the new year, Song Jiabao, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, followed his parents to the Song family to pay New Year's greetings. In front of everyone, he talked about how Xiao Yuanmu had beaten him before, and then Song Xuanhe beat him up in front of everyone, and the time for him to leave was delayed.
It was just after New Year's greetings. Song Jiabao's parents were trying to get close to Song Guochao and Li Nian'an, Song Xuanlin was answering a New Year's greeting phone call, and Song Xuanhe was sitting next to Mr. Song. Because he got up late and missed breakfast, he was eating the snacks specially prepared for him.
Bullying was not a bad idea, but Song Jiabao didn't know what he was thinking. He dragged his plastered arm to look at Song Xuanhe, and spoke slowly and softly, revealing infinite grievance and self-blame: "Xuanhe, I'm so sorry. I've always wanted to apologize to you in person. I didn't pay much attention to my words before and offended Mr. Xiao. Although I learned a lesson and suffered some minor injuries, I still feel guilty. Especially when I heard that you broke up with Mr. Xiao, I felt so guilty that I wanted to apologize to you immediately, but the doctor forced me to stay in bed and rest, so I delayed it until now. You won't blame your brother, will you?"
"How can you be blamed for this?" Song Xuanhe had just taken a bite of his bacon sandwich, and before he could swallow it, Song Guochao took over what Song Jiabao had said, "Originally, our family would never agree to let a man like Xiao Yuanmu come into the family. It was your brother who was obsessed with him. Breaking up now is actually a good thing. Besides, Xiao Yuanmu knew that you were Song Xuanhe's cousin, but he still showed no mercy. This shows that he is not only a bad person, but also doesn't take our Song family seriously. You were beaten, and Song Xuanhe should apologize to you. There is no reason for the victim to apologize to the perpetrator. Speaking of this, uncle is here to make the decision and let your brother apologize to you in front of everyone."
"No, no, no, uncle, it's my fault. How can I let Xuanhe apologize to me?" Song Jiabao looked terrified, and his eyes were filled with resentment and pride as he looked at Song Xuanhe. He glanced at Mr. Song who had been silent, his eyes flashed, and he whispered, "Xuanhe, I'm sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing to him!" Song Guochao interrupted, "He is just spoiled by his family, that's why he doesn't know how to apologize when he does something wrong. This is a good opportunity for him to learn to respect his brothers and elders and correct his mistakes."
"But..." Song Jiabao looked at Song Xuanhe cautiously, with an expression as if he wanted to say something but stopped, and seemed to be very afraid of him.
"No buts. Uncle will take care of it for you. Apologize to your brother quickly." The latter sentence was said to Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe didn't even raise his eyes, eating the snacks quietly and elegantly. When the aunt handed him a towel, he smiled and thanked her, as if the concerted action between Song Guochao and Song Jiabao just now had nothing to do with him.
"Why don't you apologize!" Song Guochao knocked on the table and said sternly.
Song Xuan didn't even raise his eyelids until he had taken the last bite of the crisp. Then he slowly put down the butter knife, wiped the corner of his mouth elegantly, and said with a smile: "Since cousin Jiabao apologized sincerely, I will accept it. After all, you came home on New Year's Day, and I can't bear to think about what happened last year. I just hope you won't talk nonsense like that outside in the future. Although our Song family is big, a big tree attracts the wind. You never know when others will disrespect our family and make you regret it-"
"What are you talking about!" Song Guochao interrupted Song Xuanhe and carefully glanced at Mr. Song's face. Seeing that he didn't seem angry, he was relieved. Then his expression sank and he said, "I want you to apologize to your cousin, not your cousin to apologize to you!"
"Father." Song Xuanhe raised his eyes to look at Song Guochao. The smile on his face faded, and his eyes were calm and cold. "If I remember correctly, this matter is between Xiao Yuanmu and my cousin. If you insist on involving a third person, it is only me. Xiao Yuanmu, my cousin and I all think that this matter is my cousin's problem. Since the three parties have the same idea, I don't quite understand why you insist that I admit my mistake."
The confusion on Song Xuanhe's face was just right, his drooping eyes revealed innocence, and a hint of loss, as if he really didn't understand why Song Guochao had to get involved in this matter and asked him to apologize, and he was sad for his indiscriminate behavior.
After saying this, Song Jiabao and his parents, who had remained silent, changed their expressions slightly, and a hint of worry also appeared on Old Man Song's expressionless face.
"You have to apologize if you did something wrong. Even if you broke up, the conflict between Xiao Yuanmu and Jiabao was caused by you." Song Guochao naturally knew who Mr. Song was targeting. After all, the old man was biased, but he continued, "You know why your cousin apologized to you. You can't treat your relatives like this just because you are the heir of the Song family. Besides, if you treat your cousin who grew up with you like this, how can you treat the people who work with you in the company well in the future? Can you still manage the company well?"
The second half is Song Guochao's real purpose. He originally planned to save this sentence until the end, and it would be better to end the matter after saying it, leaving the old man some room for thinking and planting a thorn in his side. However, he did not expect that Song Xuan could turn black into white. If he continued to defend himself, he would probably completely distance himself from the matter, so he could only throw out his real purpose immediately.
"I've already said that I don't plan to inherit the company. This matter..."
"alright!"
Song Yansong, who had been silent the whole time, interrupted Song Xuanhe's words with a sullen face. He glanced at Song Guochao with a cold gaze, and said in a steady but unpredictable voice: "What happened between Song Jiabao and Xuanhe's ex-boyfriend was originally a friction between the younger generation. No matter who is right or wrong, how to solve it is their business. As an elder, it's not right for you to interfere."
Song Guochao and Song Jiabao's family all changed their expressions at the same time. Song Jiabao's father quickly tried to smooth things over and said with a smile, "Yes, it's just children playing around. Boys are always going to get hurt. Jiabao came here today to apologize. Come on, Jiabao, apologize to your brother."
Song Jiabao glanced at his father, but his father had been carefully observing Mr. Song's expression. Seeing that Mr. Song was gloomy and didn't speak, he gritted his teeth, turned to Song Jiabao, winked and shouted: "Why don't you apologize!"
With just one word from Mr. Song, the situation changed instantly.
The most embarrassed person was not Song Jiabao who wanted to apologize, but Song Guochao who initially pressured Song Xuanhe to apologize. If Song Jiabao really apologized to Song Xuanhe in front of so many people at this time, it would be tantamount to slapping him in the face.
"Dad is right. Children should solve their own problems." Song Guochao glanced at Song Xuanhe with a fake smile and said, "Xuanhe just said that there is no need to apologize. Let's just let it go. It's not auspicious to dwell on the previous year's affairs on New Year's Day."
"Father is right." Song Xuanhe nodded. "On the first day of the new year, we really shouldn't dwell on what happened the year before. Besides, my cousin has already apologized to me, and I accepted it. Let's just let it go."
Song Guochao was a little surprised when he heard Song Xuanhe's first sentence, but the smile on his face cooled when he heard the second sentence. He just didn't want Song Jiabao's apology to be confirmed, but Song Xuanhe, this bastard, went against him. If this goes on, if Song Xuanhe really inherits the company in the future, he will have to live in fear in this family for the rest of his life.
No matter what method is used, Song Xuanhe must not inherit the Song family. A cold light flashed across Song Guochao's eyes, and he turned his face away. For the first time, he did not respond to Song Xuanhe's words in anger.
No one noticed the fierce light that flashed across Song Guochao's face. Song Jiabao was being forced to apologize by his father. He was in his twenties and couldn't save his face. Although he said at the beginning that he was there to apologize, he couldn't utter a word at this moment.
Song Xuanhe was not in a hurry and waited leisurely.
Song Jiabao gritted his teeth, his eyes moved from his parents' faces to Song Yansong's dignified expression, and then saw Song Xuanhe's expectant look, his back teeth were grinding until Song Yansong's eyes moved over, he spoke: "This is indeed a misunderstanding, and I should apologize, but I still have something to say to Xuanhe, let's go to the garden to talk."
Song Xuanhe didn't know what Song Jiabao was up to. Seeing him trying to hold back his humiliation, he raised his eyebrows in a good mood, glanced at his watch and said, "If cousin wants to change places, of course, I can, but I have an appointment, so let's hurry up."
Song Jiabao and Song Xuanhe walked to the small garden outside. It had been raining for several days in a row, and there was nothing to see in the garden except for the greenhouse more than 20 meters away. Snowflakes mixed with the wind penetrated into the collars, forcing those who had just stepped out to immediately retract their legs.
Song Xuanhe stood directly by the French window, crossed her arms and looked at him: "Let's talk here?"
Song Jiabao's face was gloomy when he stepped out of the door. When he saw Song Xuanhe's lazy and calm posture, he became even more gloomy. However, after Song Xuanhe opened his mouth, he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly smiled and walked a little closer to Song Xuanhe. He lowered his voice and said, "Speaking of which, you should thank me. Xiao Yuanmu, who came from an orphanage, can't be a good thing. He may have been sold to countless people before you. Only you treat him as a treasure."
Song Xuanhe smiled and looked at the time, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what?"
Song Jiabao's face twisted for a moment, as if he didn't care about anything, but he soon laughed again: "I've always been curious about how that man could capture your heart, so I sent someone to investigate. I didn't expect that I actually found out something. If you want to know, I'll tell you for free, how about that?"
Song Xuanhe nodded nonchalantly, tapped his watch with his fingertips, and said as he turned around: "It seems that cousin is not going to apologize, but it doesn't matter, I will tell grandpa and the others that you have sincerely apologized to me. I am in a hurry, cousin, please do as you please..."
"Don't you want to know?" Song Jiabao looked at Song Xuanhe's back and said coldly, "But I'm a good brother, so I have to share what I found with you. After all, you should thank me for helping you deal with the man who dumped you."
Song Xuanhe paused, sneered softly and didn't look back.
Song Jiabao seemed to be stimulated by the low laugh. He suddenly raised his voice and said, "You should really see your ex-boyfriend who usually doesn't care about anyone being locked up in the snake house. He looks innocent and pitiful, with no power to resist, as if anyone can fuck him..."
Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind swept through the air and his fist hit Song Jiabao's chin. The next second, his knee and stomach were both hit hard. After being knocked to the ground, Song Xuanhe's knee hit Song Jiabao's stomach directly.
Seeing him struggling and retching, he punched him again and again, his eyes red and merciless, his voice frighteningly cold: "If Xiao Yuanmu gets hurt, I will let you experience the feeling of dancing with a python."
The author has something to say: Today is the day for the aggressive Xuanzai!
Xiao Yuanmu: I knew he loved me.
Song Xuanhe: Xiao Yuanmu is someone I protect, and anyone who dares to touch him will be against me, Song Haonan!
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