The people who were paying New Year's greetings kept chattering, from greetings to blessings, and even if the other person didn't say anything, they could talk for half a day as if it was a one-man show. Song Xuanlin lowered his eyes slightly and responded politely from time to time, his eyes aimlessly scanning everything around him, from the dust in the sun to the collar of Song Jiabao's father that was turned up.
The person over there was still talking, Song Xuanlin responded indifferently, turned around and wanted to go outside to get some fresh air, his feet and head turned back first, his arm holding the phone and his body were only slightly tilted, he was about to turn around, his movement suddenly paused, and his brows wrinkled as he paused.
His eyes were fixed on a spot not far away. Besides the voices of people wishing a happy new year, he could also hear voices talking on the sofa behind him.
"Jiabao found a girlfriend a few years ago, but his mother and I both felt that she was not very suitable. These young people still don't think deeply about choosing a wife. Only when they grow up will they know how important it is to marry someone of the same social status. But Xuanlin is already this old, whether he has brought a girl back or not, if he doesn't have a girlfriend, his aunt and I can keep an eye on him first."
"No rush." Li Nian'an said with a smile: "He is not too old now. Nowadays, it is considered early for children to get married at 30. We will not rush him."
"That won't do." Song Jiabao's father said, "A man should get married first and then start a career. Xuan has had several boyfriends, but Xuanlin hasn't seen any."
The sound from the sofa came clearly. Song Xuanlin listened quietly without moving his eyes, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"Hebao is young and playful." Li Nian'an said in a doting tone, "We have spoiled this child too much since he was young. His words about Jiabao were indeed not very nice. I hope you won't hold it against the child."
"How could that be possible." Song Jiabao's mother laughed twice: "My Jiabao felt guilty towards him, so he came to apologize as soon as he felt better. I don't know what they were talking about outside, and they haven't come back yet. Why don't I go and take a look..."
"Boys don't usually hold grudges after a fight," Song Jiabao's father interrupted his wife. "Besides, they grew up together and are brothers. It's normal for them to talk to each other after reconciliation. Wouldn't you be interrupting their conversation if you went over there?"
"That's right, hahahaha." Song Jiabao's mother covered her mouth and laughed.
Hearing their conversation, Song Xuanlin's mouth curled up slightly, then he raised his hand to his lips and coughed silently twice, then regained his calm expression.
"It's just that the weather is a little cold." Song Jiabao's mother smiled and said with some concern: "It's snowing heavily outside. Will the two children be cold if they stay outside like this?"
Li Nian'an smiled and said, "That's true. If my sister-in-law is worried, she can go look for them."
"How can I let you go?" Song Jiabao's father smiled and stood up: "You two are chatting, I just want to go outside to smoke a cigarette and see what they are talking about."
Song Jiabao's father turned around as he spoke, but just as he took a step, he was pushed back onto the sofa by a force. He looked stunned: "Xuanlin, what are you doing..."
"Uncle." Song Xuanlin straightened the collar of Song Jiabao's father: "Your collar is not straightened."
Li Nian'an paused for a moment, then smiled when he saw Song Jiabao's mother looking at him, "This child has been a clean freak since he was young and loves neatness. He can't stand even the slightest mess. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
Song Jiabao's father only reacted at this time and couldn't help feeling flattered.
He has always liked this nephew very much. Both in character and academic performance, he is far superior to Song Jiabao, let alone Song Xuanhe.
So he always hoped that Song Xuanlin was his son, or even better, Song Yansong's son. However, Song Xuanlin was precocious and polite. Normally, he was not particularly close to him just because they were relatives. He even did not follow Song Xuanhe's way of calling him uncle but cousin. Today, he was so surprised that his face was full of smiles.
"What's so funny about this?" Song Jiabao's father said with a smile, "Xuanlin is a steady kid. Luckily he saw it and sorted it out for me. Otherwise, my friends would laugh at me when I meet them tonight."
He turned to look at Song Xuanlin: "Thank you, Xuanlin."
"You're welcome, cousin."
Song Xuanlin glanced out the window, nodded slightly, and sat down next to Song Jiabao's father. However, just as he sat down and was about to say something, he heard the glass facing the garden being hit with a bang.
Everyone in the living room frowned and looked in the direction of what happened.
"What's going on?" Song Guochao stood up immediately. When he stood up, he saw Song Jiabao, whose face was covered in blood, being beaten by Song Xuanhe outside the French window. He shouted quickly, "Song Xuanhe! What are you doing!"
Song Yansong had his eyes closed to rest, but when he heard Song Guochao's loud shout, he slowly opened his eyes.
At this time, Song Jiabao's parents had quickly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and tried to push open the locked window. However, they were too anxious and failed to open it after several attempts.
The Song family's house is well soundproofed. Even the floor-to-ceiling windows connecting the garden and the living room are soundproofed. However, Song Xuanhe quickly calmed down after his rage, and kept the system paying attention to the movements in the house. Therefore, the system reminded him as soon as Song Xuanlin discovered it. However, he was so angry at the time that he had no intention of stopping.
But later, Song Xuanlin's behavior surprised him and also calmed him down a little. Besides, there was almost no intact place on Song Jiabao's face where he could attack. Even his arm, which was still wrapped in gauze, was broken by his foot, and now it was drooping and unable to move, groaning and unable to make a sound. He really didn't want to attack again.
So he just picked up Song Jiabao and slammed him against the glass, alerting everyone in the room.
[Brother, brother...] The system swallowed its saliva in a very humane manner: [What are you doing? Do you have to make everyone know about beating someone? Also... you were a little too harsh...】
Seeing Song Xuanhe's calm expression, the system stopped talking halfway. For some reason, it always felt that it saw another very familiar shadow in Song Xuanhe at this moment. However, at this moment, it was looking up the laws of this country and analyzing the attitude of the Song family towards this matter. It did not have any extra data to analyze who Song Xuanhe looked like at this moment.
However, there is one thing that it is very clear without any analysis. There is a huge error in the data archive of Song Xuanhe. In its archive, Song Xuanhe's danger index is C, which is only one level higher than the ordinary person's data D+, and is far from the protagonist Xiao Yuanmu's S level. It seems that the danger level in Song Xuanhe's archive may need to be re-analyzed.
[I detected that... Song Jiabao had three broken ribs, a severe head injury, and 21 soft tissue contusions throughout his body, with the waist and abdomen being the most serious. However, he has not yet suffered any internal bleeding, but his arm has been completely broken. Suffering such a severe secondary injury before recovery, with the current level of medical care in the world, will cause certain sequelae in the future. As far as I know, the laws of this country have no provisions for intentional injury that causes serious injury and...]
[Okay.] 】
Song Xuanhe interrupted the system in his mind, let go of Song Jiabao who was speechless, stood up and looked at the people who finally opened the glass door.
[You can’t go to jail!] 】The system said anxiously: 【If you go to prison, the mission will be considered a failure. In this case, you will...】
Song Xuanhe's gaze swept across Song Xuanlin, who was frowning slightly but blocking the way of the emotional Song Jiabao's mother intentionally or unintentionally, and stayed on Li Nian'an's face for two seconds as he walked towards him quickly with a worried look on his face, and finally fell on Song Yansong's face with a steady step and a dignified look.
He asked calmly: [Before you found me and entered this book, didn’t you read what happened to me before? 】
Facing Song Xuan's sudden question that was not related to the matter, the system did not even pause and directly answered: [The system has no right to infringe on the host's privacy. This is the first rule of the system. Even if the host needs to be analyzed for mission requirements, only major events that have occurred in the host in the past year will be screened and must not be crossed. Once violated, the main brain will detect it and destroy it. 】
Fearing that Song Xuan might misunderstand, the system added: [It is absolutely impossible for me to privately investigate anything you did in the other world or check any of your private memories, so I don’t know what happened before you entered this world. 】
Song Jiabao was helped up by his mother. He curled up and groaned. His mother screamed and asked someone to call a doctor. The servant who had been hiding far away picked up the phone to contact a private doctor when Song Xuanlin raised his hand. Song Guochao glared at Song Xuanhe with an expression that showed a hint of deep surprise besides anger. Only Song Yansong was neither happy nor angry. He just glanced at Song Xuanhe who was standing there without saying a word.
Song Xuanhe lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and said to the system in his mind: [You don’t have the authority to view... It doesn’t matter, you just need to know that I will be fine. 】
Why are you so sure? 】The system observed and analyzed the emotional fluctuations of everyone present, calculating the possibility of them calling the police and putting Song Xuanhe in jail. It felt that its main brain was a little hot due to running so fast.
[Because...] Song Xuanhe hid his bloody hand behind his back, and when he saw Song Yansong's slightly frowned brows, he pursed his lips, but his voice was unhurried, calm and even: [Because the last person who fought with me is still lying unconscious in the hospital, but wasn't I fine when you found me? 】
After saying that, Song Xuanhe looked up at Song Yansong and said, "I will take full responsibility."
Song Guochao quickly said, "Of course you have to take responsibility for this matter! Even if you are my cousin, you can't..."
"Shut up." Song Yansong glanced at Song Guochao before saying to Song Xuanhe, "No matter what the conflict is, you can't beat your cousin like this. Apologize to him immediately!"
Li Nian'an was about to walk up to Song Xuanhe when he paused. Song Guochao widened his eyes in disbelief. The couple who were supporting Song Jiabao had tense expressions but did not say a word.
Song Xuanhe glanced at Song Guochao, curled his lips sarcastically, then turned to look at Song Jiabao, leaned forward slightly, and said apologetically: "I'm very sorry."
To others, it seemed as if Song Xuanhe was bowing, but Song Jiabao shrank back in fear, not daring to look at Song Xuanhe's eyes, which were clearer than anyone else's and seemed full of apology.
Only he knew how terrifying the owner of these eyes was. When Song Xuanhe waved his fist with bloodshot eyes, he was happy for angering Song Xuanhe. However, the next second, Song Xuanhe quickly regained his composure, but he did not stop, but became even more ruthless.
Every blow from Song Xuanhe hit him in the most painful and tricky places. He groaned, unable to make a sound, and could only curl up his body to avoid it. Later, he watched helplessly as his bandaged hand was broken by him again. However, the piercing pain was nothing compared to the horror he felt when he saw Song Xuanhe's clear and pure eyes.
The groans of pain could not affect him, and the blood on his hands could not stop him. What kind of person could remain calm and clear-headed while beating and torturing others?
Song Jiabao realized very clearly that the Song Xuanhe he knew before was not his true self at all. He was not a normal person at all, but like a devil.
No, Song Xuanhe is the devil.
Song Jiabao shrank into his mother's arms, his teeth chattering and unable to make a sound. Only his pale face showed his fear.
Song Xuanhe blinked slowly and said, "It seems that my cousin is unwilling to forgive me. In this case, I will take full responsibility. Whether it is calling the police or compensation, I can accept it."
Song Jiabao's eyes lit up when he heard that. If Song Xuanhe was put in jail, then he wouldn't have to be afraid... Halfway through his thought, he met Song Xuanhe's clean and innocent eyes, just like when he beat him just now, and he couldn't help but shuddered.
No! With the Song family's operation, it is impossible for Song Xuanhe to really go to jail! If Song Xuanhe wanted to take revenge on him at that time, he might kill him!
Song Xuanhe will definitely kill him! Song Jiabao was even more frightened and coughed dryly while trying to speak.
His mother, who was holding him, said quickly, "Jiabao, don't talk, don't move, wait until the doctor comes and takes a look before we tell you. Be good and listen to your mother."
"Why call the police?" Song Yansong's cold eyes fell on Song Jiabao's parents, lingering on his mother's face for a few seconds before he said, "The family doctor will be here soon. There is no reason for a family to have a conflict that is known to everyone. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and there is no reason for the police to come in and out."
Hearing this, Song Jiabao's mother froze and turned to look at her husband. Song Jiabao's father gritted his teeth and agreed in a squeezed voice: "Yes, the children are just fighting. There is no need to call the police. We are all family, how can it be so chaotic?"
Song Yansong looked at Song Xuanhe sternly and scolded him in a deep voice: "Why don't you apologize to your cousin? Get out of here if you don't get his forgiveness. Don't spend the New Year at home!"
The system was shocked by Song Yansong's seemingly angry but in fact non-existent accusation. It whispered: "Don't you humans follow the law when doing things? What you did to Song Jiabao constitutes intentional injury, and Song Jiabao's parents have refused to seek justice for their son. 】
Song Xuanhe did not answer the system's words, but leaned over to look at Song Jiabao again and said softly: "Cousin, I'm sorry."
Song Jiabao shuddered and dry-heaved a few times before squeezing out a sound from his throat: "I cough, I forgive... you!"
"The doctor is here!"
The servant trotted forward, but did not go near the inside of the garden. Instead, she stood aside and raised her voice to remind the masters. Behind her was the doctor who had come over a few steps behind.
Song Yansong paused for a moment when he saw the doctor, then glanced at Song Xuanlin who was contacting the doctor, and then nodded: "The doctor is here, let him take a look at Jiabao."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the doctor coming, but didn't say much. Song Jiabao's parents let Song Jiabao go. They were more concerned about their son's health at this time than how to deal with this matter.
The doctor squatted down to examine Song Jiabao, pressing his palms on different places on his body. At each place he asked him how he felt. Song Jiabao responded with screams that became more and more intense.
Finally, the doctor frowned and concluded: "There are multiple soft tissue contusions all over the body, but no internal organs are injured. The left arm may be fractured. We need to go to the hospital for examination to get an accurate conclusion. I suggest sending him to the hospital immediately."
Song Jiabao's parents were shocked when they heard this, and then their faces were filled with worry and heartache, as well as a trace of resentment that was not hidden well.
Song Xuanhe naturally knew who this resentment was directed at, but he just lowered his eyes calmly and watched the doctor instruct the servants to carry Song Jiabao into the car - because Song Jiabao's parents tactfully said that it was not a good idea to have an ambulance come to their house on New Year's Day.
The car drove away slowly, and the servants became orderly again. Song Guochao looked unhappy and hesitated to speak. Song Yansong glanced at Song Xuanhe and said to him, "Come with me to the study."
Standing in the study and looking at the old man sitting behind the desk, Song Xuanhe felt that the scene in front of him was too familiar, as if it brought him back a few years ago.
At that time, he beat the classmate who insulted his parents into the ICU. I heard that the situation was critical and his life might be in danger at any time. He faced imprisonment at any time for causing death. But at that time he didn't care about these things at all. Even if it was a life for a life, he didn't regret beating that person, and he was not afraid of being punished by law.
However, my grandfather handled everything with great vigor and determination. He first asked him to apologize in front of the man's parents at the bedside of his son who was still unconscious, then compensated him with a huge sum of money, and gave up two collaborations that had extremely high returns after analysis by the investment department, thus calming the matter down.
At that time, he felt a little regretful. He thought his grandfather would not care about him and he could return to his parents. Unexpectedly, everything turned out differently and made him realize the huge role of power and money.
It made him sick too.
He remembered his grandfather, who always remained calm, slamming the table and scolding him for being useless, saying he had let his parents down, and telling him how much he had sacrificed and lost in order to keep his Song family. He then asked him why he couldn't learn from his cousin: they both grew up in the care of their uncle and aunt, so why there was such a big gap between them.
At that time, Song Xuanhe just sneered and said, "I will go to Liangshan to race tomorrow. If you regret it, just create an accident that no one can detect or someone can't find evidence even if they detect it. After that, you don't have to give up the two cooperation cases."
What answered him was the inkstone thrown at him and blood all over his forehead.
The seventeen-year-old self was so childish and ridiculous, but thinking back on it again, Song Xuanhe never regretted making that person unable to open his mouth again. The only thing that made him sad was that he failed to live up to his parents' expectations. He failed to become the person they wanted to see and expected, but instead became a bad boy that they would frown upon when they saw him.
From that day on, Song Xuanhe became somewhat afraid of death. He was afraid that his parents would be disappointed in him. He didn't know what he should do if his parents didn't want to see him.
Whether alive or dead, is there no place to go?
"Song Xuanhe, do you know you are wrong?"
Song Yansong's voice brought Song Xuanhe back to reality. He blinked in a daze, then lowered his eyes and said, "I understand."
"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?" Song Yansong looked at Song Xuanhe, paying close attention to his every expression with a serious look.
Song Xuan's eyes were calm as if still, and he spoke in a soft voice with a hint of regret: "I shouldn't have been so impulsive and hurt Song Jiabao."
"What else?"
"I didn't consider that doing this might cause losses to my family." Song Xuanhe said, "I'm sorry for the expectations you and mother have for me."
Song Yansong did not answer, his eyes fell on his drooping eyelashes. After a long silence, he sighed, and the usually vigorous old man showed a trace of fatigue: "No matter how you behave normally, Grandpa knows that you are not a child who is impulsive enough to disregard human life. You did act too harshly in the matter of Song Jiabao, but your mistake was that you did not think clearly about the consequences before doing it. You have countless ways to teach Song Jiabao a lesson, but you chose the most impulsive one. What you did today is not even comparable to your previous boyfriend."
Song Xuanhe looked up, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes.
"Although I don't think you'd be with that kid, he's a talent. Grandpa knows Song Jiabao better than you do. When you're young and impulsive, it may seem like a matter of a moment, but the price you pay for your impulsiveness may last a lifetime."
"Similarly, you may not want to inherit the company now, but you may regret your decision in the future." Song Yansong stopped there, and the dignified expression on his face eased a little bit. A rare look similar to kindness appeared on his thin and stern face: "Let's just let this matter pass. Think carefully before making a decision in the future. Whether you will inherit the company or not, don't let impulse blind you."
Song Xuanhe nodded subconsciously, and Song Yansong waved his hand: "Go out, you will be confined to your home for a week starting from today, and you can leave the house on the eighth day of the first lunar month."
As soon as he walked out of the study, Song Xuanhe saw Song Xuanlin waiting outside the door. Seeing that Song Xuanhe's expression was the same, he nodded lightly and said to him, "Follow me."
Song Xuanhe paused for a moment, then raised his leg and followed.
When they reached the terrace on the second floor, Song Xuanlin stopped and asked directly, "Why did you hit Song Jiabao?"
"He did something that made me angry." Song Xuanhe leaned against the door and asked calmly, "You clearly saw me beating Song Jiabao, why did you help me?"
Song Xuanlin turned around, frowned for a moment, then relaxed quickly, but there was a hint of suspicion in his tone: "You promised your mother to take care of you."
Song Xuanhe was slightly stunned, then chuckled and said, "What if you didn't agree?"
"You are my brother." Song Xuanlin said calmly: "Although you are not what I imagined my brother to be, I accept you."
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