Chapter 21
Song Youran took Xie Dong to stay in a hotel in the city and paid the balance to the two big men.
The big gold chain was fake, the tattoo was fake, and when they changed into coarse clothes and cloth pants, the two men were just ordinary people.
Xie Dong cried incessantly, without a single tear on his face, just howling.
Song Youran realized that he was deliberately torturing her and followed his example: "Ahh, I want my mommy, mommy!"
The little thing rolling on the bed sat up, hands on hips: "Don't imitate me!"
Song Youran also put her hands on her hips and said, "Don't imitate me!"
The little thing was so angry that he climbed off the bed and rushed to Song Youran, trying to step on his feet.
Song Youran followed suit and also wanted to step on the little thing's feet.
After all, she was a sports student, so her movements were quick. Song Youran stepped on the little thing several times, turning its white shoes into black ones, but the little thing didn't even step on Song Youran.
Xie Dong was tossed around so hard that he was breathing out more than breathing in, like a fish being repeatedly hit by the waves on the beach.
Song Youran carried Xie Dong into the bathroom. "Look at you, your shoes are so dirty, how unhygienic!"
Xie Dong felt the deep malice from this world and couldn't even cry: "It was obviously you who stepped on it."
"You stepped on me too. Look, my shoes are clean. That means it's still your fault."
Xie Dong seemed to understand but couldn't say a word to refute.
Destroy it!
He sat on the toilet lid like a puppet, allowing Song Youran to wipe his face with a wet towel.
After wiping your face, wipe your butt.
Xie Dong supported himself on the edge of the bathtub with both hands and stuck his butt out: "Why don't you take a bath?"
"What if you catch a cold after washing? Can I take you to get a shot?"
Xie Dong groaned, put on his pants, and was put on the toilet lid again.
Song Youran helped him take off his shoes and socks, wrinkling her nose in disgust: "It stinks!"
Xie Dong's cheeks flushed, and he picked up one of the feet. The child's bones were soft, so he easily moved the foot in front of his nose.
Xie Dong: "Like rotten yogurt."
Song Youran was shocked: "Have you ever eaten rotten yogurt?!"
"I raised one before. I poured the leftover yogurt into a glass bottle, and it became very strange." The child said with a shudder.
Song Youran breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, her head was filled with questions that she couldn't understand.
Xie Dong went to smell the other foot, but Song Youran pinched his nose. The child opened his mouth, smiling with neat teeth, and raised his foot for Song Youran to smell, but was slapped away by Song Youran.
Song Youran threw the child, who had just finished washing his feet, onto the big bed. The child rolled around on the bed, picked up a pillow, and said, "Brother, I want to watch cartoons."
Song Youran took out her cell phone and gave it to him.
The child held the phone and skillfully opened the video software.
Song Youran went to the bathroom to wash up and came out. The child looked at him nervously, and his cell phone fell on his folded bed.
Song Youran raised her eyebrows: "What bad things have you done?"
The child shook his head, crawled to the head of the bed, lifted the quilt and crawled in, "I fell asleep."
Song Youran: "Take off your clothes."
The child came out, took off his clothes in a hurry, and then crawled in with his butt sticking out.
The screen of the mobile phone thrown on the quilt was on and the call was still going on.
Song Youran picked it up and asked, "Hello?"
Wen Chu asked, "You're not coming back tonight?"
Song Youran felt a little guilty: "I'll be back tomorrow."
Wen Chu took the first step and pressed: "When tomorrow? What time?"
Song Youran couldn't tell, so she changed her tone and said, "I'll try to pick you up from school early."
The last evening study session ended at around ten o'clock, and in less than two hours it would be another day. Wen Chu remained silent on the phone for a long time.
Song Youran thought he might not be happy, so she smiled and said, "It's too late. You should go to bed early, or you'll feel sleepy again."
In response to Song Youran's concern, Wen Chu simply hung up the phone.
"The dog's temper is getting worse and worse."
However, there was no trace of anger on Song Youran's face even though she was cursing. Instead, she looked very happy, like a masochistic pervert.
The next morning, Song Youran was brushing her teeth in the bathroom when the doorbell rang.
He went to open the door in his slippers and saw Wei Qian standing at the door.
Song Youran frowned, "How did you know I was here?"
Wei Qian stretched her neck to look inside the room: "Where's Dongdong? Is Dongdong in there?"
Song Youran's arm blocked the door.
Wei Qian's face was haggard. "You Ran, please, let me see Dong Dong once, just once, okay?"
Song Youran's face darkened: "At most half an hour."
After Wei Qian entered the room, Song Youran closed the door.
After talking to Wen Chu on the phone yesterday, he fell asleep. When he turned on his phone, there was indeed a call record with Wei Qian, which lasted five minutes and thirty-three seconds.
Song Youran cursed inwardly, "Little bastard!"
Wei Qian said she wanted to see the child, but her mind was not on the child. Her eyes frequently glanced at Song Youran, who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest.
She didn't sleep all night. Her parents made a fuss in her room all night. They didn't want Wei Qiang to be in debt, so they asked her to ask Song Youran to get the IOU back. They believed that she was the one who got the money back, so she should sign the IOU. Besides, the car had not been bought yet, and they didn't know when Wei Qiang's wedding would take place.
It's not that she doesn't understand that her parents are too partial, but just like her parents said, at this point all that's missing is a car, and the whole thing is just this one car. It doesn't have to be an expensive car, a few hundred thousand or even hundreds of thousands will be enough. Once Wei Qiang gets married, her parents won't have to work so hard anymore.
"Qianqian, please help the family. After this, we will never look for you again."
Wei Qian hesitated. Her parents' words moved her, but she didn't have the money.
"Wei Qian, we worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay us? You live a life of luxury in the city while we suffer in the village?"
Wei Qian was in great pain.
She said to Song Youran, "Youran, help me one more time, just once, and I won't care about them anymore."
Song Youran didn't want to listen to her and pushed her out the door.
Xie Dong jumped off the bed, stepped on the ground barefoot, and hugged Wei Qian's legs, "Mommy, hug me!"
Song Youran wanted to carry Xie Dong away, but the child was very strong. His fingers were short and thin, and they hooked onto his clothes tightly. It was almost impossible to pry his fingers apart without hurting Xie Dong.
Song Youran pinched his chin: "You want to go back with her? Can she support you?"
Xie Dong: "I want my mom! Mom, hug me, hug me!"
Song Youran was furious: "You want your mother, not your brother?"
Xie Dong stubbornly repeated: "I want my mother! I want my mother!"
Song Youran knelt on one knee and looked down at the tiny figure. "Think carefully about who has been useful to you. Who paid for your toys, snacks, and education since you were a child? Who raised you until now?"
The child doesn’t care: “I want mommy, mommy, I want mommy!”
Song Youran felt powerless. He couldn't influence anyone. He stood up and said to Wei Qian, "Take him away."
Good, he is free.
He looked around the room and planned to pack his luggage and leave, but he found that he had rushed to this strange city and didn't bring anything with him.
"Leisurely..."
Wei Qian was anxious. This wasn't the outcome she wanted. She tried to prove herself, "You Ran, believe me, I really won't care about them anymore."
Song Youran didn't listen, changed her shoes and went to open the door.
Wei Qian hugged Xie Dong and chased after him: "You Ran, don't go!"
Unable to control the angry Song Youran, she shook Xie Dong in her arms, "Dongdong, help mommy comfort brother. Hurry up! Comfort brother quickly, he's leaving!"
Xie Dong doesn't like his brother. He is very fierce and not nice to him or his mother.
But my brother's head was bleeding, and he had an ugly bandage wrapped around his head. There was an unpleasant smell of medicine on his body. My brother looked a little pitiful.
Xie Dong made a bitter face and muttered reluctantly: "Brother, don't be angry. If you get sick from anger, no one will take your place."
Song Youran gripped the door handle tightly. He would absolutely not care about these two annoying guys anymore, absolutely!
More than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan.
A dozen?
Eleven, or nineteen?
Or twenty?
Song Youran didn't lie, his pockets were really empty.
On the way back to City A, he sent a message to Lao Yu, his long-time partner: Are you still interested in my store?
Song Youran told Wei Qian that she could give her 200,000 yuan, but Wei Qiang had to write him a promissory note.
"Tell them this is the last payment. If they dare to harass you again in the future, I will make them pay it back. You can try this to see what will happen if they don't." Song Youran smiled at Wei Qian, "You can try it too."
Song Youran removed the bandage on her head, ruffled her hair, and saw nothing wrong in the mirror before riding her bike to the school to pick someone up.
Wen Chu sat behind Song Youran, put his arms around his waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder.
The gentle wind disturbed Song Youran's heart. He was confusedly wondering if Wen Chu liked him a little bit too.
Before going to bed, Song Youran mentioned the store transfer to Wen Chu, wanting him to help find someone to handle the transfer and notarization.
Wen Chu yawned and asked, "Why did you transfer out? You don't want to do it anymore?"
Song Youran lay on her side on the bed, staring at the dimly lit bedside lamp behind Wen Chu's head.
"I'm tired of it. I'm fed up with it. I don't want to do it anymore."
He looked vicious and it was unclear who he was angry at.
Wen Chu turned around and faced Song Youran: "So how much does your shop sell for?"
Song Youran said a number.
Wen Chu immediately objected: "This price is too low. I'll find you another buyer."
"No thanks," Song Youran said. "I set the price. Old Yu originally offered me double what I expected, but I didn't accept it."
Wen Chu was puzzled: "Why?"
The warm breath sprayed on Song Youran's face, making her face and heart hot. She controlled her breathing, turned over and lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling that was illuminated yellow by the light.
"I know how much the store is worth. He might want to help me, but if I take so much extra money from someone we're not related to, I might not be able to sleep at night. I'll just take what I deserve and live in peace."
Wen Chu stared at Song Youran's profile, as if meeting him for the first time. "Don't you love money?"
Song Youran chuckled, "I love money, but putting everyone's money into my pocket is just like throwing it into a trash can."
Wen Chu leaned his head against Song Youran's shoulder and said sullenly, "This price isn't worth it. It's much less than the market price for similar items."
Song Youran turned her head and stroked his hair. "He offered me double the price, and I gave him a discount. This is a return of favor, and we're done with each other."
Wen Chu raised his head from Song Youran’s shoulder. Is this how business is done?
Their eyes met, and Song Youran wondered, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Wen Chu: "...There are flowers on your face."
Song Youran's lips trembled. These words sounded familiar. He remembered what he had done to Wen Chu when he was young. He treated Wen Chu like a dog and trampled on him and teased him at will. Now he was finally getting his comeuppance.
He turned his face away and continued to look at the ceiling. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't find a word to respond.
He admitted that he was a bad person and had not changed from the past to the present. That was why no one liked him, and this was retribution.
Wen Chu asked, "We are not related, I will give you money, do you want it?"
Song Youran laughed loudly: "Don't just talk about it, give it to me."
Wen Chu reached out to grab the phone on the bedside table. Song Youran noticed his movement, suddenly sat up, and held his arm.
A hand gripped his heart, and a bitter torrent surged through his chest. The bitterness spread to his mouth, numbing his entire tongue. He said distractedly, "No..."
Wen Chu asked, "Why?"
Song Youran turned off the bedside lamp, hiding her distorted face. "Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."
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