Chapter 25
Wen Chu got what he wanted. At night, he finally saw Song Youran using her broken leg to press him down in bed so that he couldn't get up.
That’s too bad.
He could have easily knocked Song Youran over, but Song Youran's words pinned him to the bed, preventing him from moving.
"If you dare move, my legs will hurt, and I might even limp."
"Your legs haven't hurt for a long time." Wen Chu exposed Song Youran. "You didn't stand firmly when you went to the bathroom and stepped on the floor. I saw it."
Song Youran's face was gloomy, but she stiffened her neck and said stubbornly, "My legs are still your legs. If I say it hurts, it hurts. If I say I'm lame, I'm lame."
Too domineering.
Wen Chu half closed his eyes and said nothing.
Song Youran didn't care. His little heart was still trembling with pain after being rejected. What did other people's life and death have to do with him?
He was very busy, kissing the little mouth on top and touching the little hands on the bottom, not neglecting either side.
After kissing for a while, he would still give his opinion: "What's wrong with your thing? Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It's like a seizure!"
Wen Chu said, "Of course it would be like this if I didn't drink the juice."
I thought to myself, I don’t like you, so of course I didn’t respond to your touch.
Song Youran touched her nose guiltily: "Just drinking juice may not work."
Wen Chu muttered, "It will definitely be useless if I don't drink it."
It won't work, so don't use it.
He hoped Song Youran would stop, but Song Youran pushed him off the bed and said, "Okay, go ahead and drink."
Things shouldn't be going this way.
Wen Chu stood still: "I brushed my teeth."
Song Youran put her hands behind her head and said leisurely, "If you don't want to drink, don't come to bed. You can drink it all, it's not my sleep time that's wasted anyway."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person beside the bed disappeared.
Song Youran was unhappy and couldn't bear to see others happy. He had made up his mind that when Wen Chu came back after drinking the juice, he would still find fault with him.
Wen Chu felt a dull taste in his mouth, so Song Youran asked him, "Didn't you drink?"
Wen Chuyun said calmly: "I drank it and brushed my teeth again."
Song Youran suddenly realized: "No wonder you were gone for so long."
After touching it for a while, Song Youran was shocked: "What brand of juice are you drinking?"
Wen Chu replied: "In the refrigerator."
Song Youran made a bold assumption, could it be that Wen Chu's illness was cured?
He couldn't suppress the arc of his mouth, let go of his hand and said: "My hands are sore, you can help yourself."
Wen Chu: “…”
Wen Chu had witnessed how bad Song Youran's "very bad, very bad, very bad" was, and he didn't want to experience it again.
He spoke very slowly and calmly, but every word was an accusation against Song Youran: "I told you I brushed my teeth, and you still made me drink juice."
Song Youran hit the snake in the most vulnerable part: "Do you still want to sleep?"
Wen Chu took off his pants and stepped under the bed. He rubbed himself for a while, but couldn't find a way. He spread his hands, stared at the ceiling and said sadly, "I have an exam soon."
Song Youran chuckled secretly: "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have to fart, fart quickly."
Wen Chu turned sideways with his back to Song Youran, his fingers scratching the satin of the pillow. "If you don't get enough rest, you'll fall asleep during the exam."
"Oh, then go to sleep," Song Youran said. "If you fall asleep in the exam room a month from now and then try to blame it on me not sleeping well tonight, I definitely won't do it."
Wen Chu: “…”
Song Youran chuckled and hugged Wen Chu from behind: "Turn around, let's discuss this."
Wen Chu, curled up like a shrimp, slowly turned over. "How do you want to discuss this?"
Song Youran suppressed a wicked smile. "We should be fair, right? You should repay me the way I serve you, right?"
The quilt was too hot, steaming Wen Chu's cheeks red. He opened the quilt, spit out the contents of his mouth, and spat twice into the trash can: "I will never drink juice again."
Song Youran took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Don't drink anymore, don't drink anymore. You're already cured."
If not liking Song Youran can be considered a disease, then Wen Chu is indeed terminally ill.
He rolled over and got out of bed, but Song Youran grabbed his wrist and asked, "Where are you going? Aren't you going to sleep?"
Wen Chu shook off Song Youran's hand: "Brush your teeth."
Song Youran's happiness lasted until the next time he and Wen Chu were honest with each other. Wen Chu lay on the bed like a dead fish, with no reaction except breathing.
Wen Chu can’t do it again!
how so?
And Wen Chu refused to drink juice anymore.
Song Youran scratched his head but couldn't figure out why Wen Chu suddenly said yes to him and then suddenly said no to him.
He opened and drank all the juice in the refrigerator, and there was indeed nothing added.
This means that Wen Chu's reaction to him was a real reaction of her body and she was not dependent on drugs, but it only happened once?
Song Youran was frowning. Before she could figure out the complicated illness of Wen Chu, something happened to Wei Qian.
He took a taxi to Xinhua Road. Because it was Saturday, Wen Chu was not in the apartment, and no one cared about him, so he could go wherever he wanted.
Wei Qian opened the door and saw his legs, her face showing surprise: "What happened to your legs? Are you okay?"
Song Youran pushed Wei Qian's shoulder away and walked straight in, seeing a black piano in the living room.
Wei Qian stroked the smooth lacquer surface of the piano and said, "I asked someone I know to buy it for me. It's much cheaper than in a physical store."
Xie Dong was sitting on the mat playing with a remote control car when Song Youran sent him to the room to watch cartoons.
He locked the door, returned to the living room and asked Wei Qian, "Was it your idea to buy the piano, or was it Xie Dong's idea?"
Wei Qian's hand left the piano and fell to her side: "Dongdong likes it, I think it's good too, what's wrong?"
What’s hateful is that people who do wrong don’t know where they are wrong.
Song Youran walked around the room with a cane. He looked solemn, and the sound of the cane was like a death knell.
When Xie Xueruo just passed away, he never thought that life would be so difficult.
Wei Qian was worried: "You Ran, what's wrong with you?"
Song Youran turned her head to look at her: "You can't live without suffering in life, right?"
Wei Qian didn't understand: "What did I do wrong again?"
Ever since the Wei Qiang incident, she hadn't been in contact with her family much. Song Youran hadn't visited Dongdong for a long time. She thought Song Youran was still angry, so she was very cautious every time she called, afraid of saying something wrong. But Song Youran was petty and didn't like anything she did.
Song Youran: "Do you think I'm an inexhaustible cash machine?"
It turns out it was because of money again.
Wei Qian said nonchalantly, "It's just a piano. It's not like I can't afford it."
Talking to this woman can really make you angry to death.
After wanting to slam the door and leave countless times, yet holding back countless times, Song Youran nodded and said, "Okay, it's just a piano. You pay the balance."
He was walking towards the gate on crutches when Wei Qian stopped him: "I'm buying a piano for Dongdong, not for my family!"
Song Youran lowered her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her. She really couldn't understand why Xie Xueruo was interested in such a person.
Wei Qian started crying again: "...You get angry at me all the time. What did I do wrong? I'm also a human being. I have feelings and I get sad too..."
Song Youran interrupted her: "If you're human, don't commit suicide every time things start to get better."
Wei Qian's voice became louder: "I just want to buy a piano, why do you think you are asking for trouble? If you don't want to buy it, just return Sister Xue Rou's inheritance to Dong Dong and let Sister Xue Rou buy it for Dong Dong. We won't spend your money."
Oh, so I was waiting for him here.
Song Youran found a chair and sat down. If some things were not spoken out, someone would think he had taken great advantage.
"I thought you stayed with Xie Dong because you loved him, but I didn't expect you were attracted by his status as an heir."
Wei Qian blushed with shame: "I didn't! I asked for the inheritance today because you went too far."
"Words come from the heart. You know exactly what you're thinking." Song Youran sneered. "Unfortunately, your wishful thinking was wrong. My mother didn't leave me much money, but she did leave me a considerable debt. Even if you gave birth to twenty Xie Dongs, it wouldn't be enough to pay it off. If you want this debt, I'd be more than happy to help you."
He chuckled, "What? You don't believe me? Then I'll give you a contact. She's the lawyer who handled my mother's funeral. Just contact her and everything will be clear... Call her now, or you'll end up accusing me of colluding with outsiders to deceive you."
Wei Qian went into the room to make a phone call.
Song Youran sat outside alone waiting.
Such waiting often happened when Xie Xueruo had just passed away. He was young at that time and many things had to be handled by adults. He could only sit in the reception room and wait for the adults to open the door and give him a result or a choice.
Wei Qian dragged her heavy steps out of the room and asked Song Youran, "Why is this happening?"
Song Youran also wanted to know why.
He smiled and said, "Do you know why my mother had a car accident?"
Xie Xueruo got into an argument while driving. The other party was her creditor, who threatened to go to her house if she didn't pay up. The man she loved and cherished was not only short-lived, but also betrayed her and left her with a mess.
"My mother lost everything she had to help him. You want to help Xie Dong get my mother's inheritance, right? I can give it to you, and you can pay me back the rest."
Wei Qian was bewildered: "I don't know, I, I thought..."
"What do you think? You think you're the favorite of God, and all good things in the world will fall on your heads? Stop dreaming. You've been unlucky for so many years, how could you suddenly get lucky? Open your eyes, see clearly who you are, and stop wishful thinking."
Wei Qian walked up to Song Youran with restrained hands and feet: "Youran, I was wrong... But you are Dongdong's brother. Dongdong has no parents and is still so young. You can't just ignore him."
here we go again.
Song Youran raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I take care of him? How else should I take care of him?"
Wei Qian squatted down and once again became a respectful, gentle and selfless woman who only cared about others.
"You Ran, you've lived in a big house since you were a child, with people serving you, fine clothes and delicious food, and you've never suffered any hardship. Dong Dong is different from you. He has nothing. If you don't care about him, he may not be able to survive in this world."
Song Youran looked into Wei Qian's eyes and asked, "What do you think I should do?"
"Your Song family has so much money that you can't spend it all in several lifetimes. Raising another child..."
"The Song family's money has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with me either." Song Youran shattered Wei Qian's dream. "I'm not the Song family's illegitimate child, so I can't touch the Song family's assets."
Wei Qian's eyes widened: "You...what did you say?"
"Even if you don't understand what I'm saying, you should at least know the characters."
Song Youran had torn the contract into pieces. He had lost his copy, but Song Hongtao's must still be there. He asked Song Hongtao's secretary for an electronic copy and showed it to Wei Qian on his phone.
Wei Qian kept shaking her head: "Impossible, impossible..."
It seemed that she could not accept the fact that Song Youran did not have the Song family's blood in her body, even more than Song Youran herself.
Song Youran asked, "Do you still want me to beg the Song family?"
Wei Qian fell to the ground.
Song Youran said, "I've already prayed for you, and that's why you have the life you have now. How else do you want me to pray? What do you want me to do with?"
"I've tried hard enough, haven't I? They asked me to be a servant, and I even climbed into bed..." His eyes rolled, "You're asking what's wrong with my legs, and the consequences of failing to climb into bed."
Wei Qian covered her face: "I'm sorry, Youran, I didn't know, I really didn't know..."
Song Youran stood up and said, "Don't you know? The piano you mentioned is worth your second brother's car. You, Wei Qian, are capable and can do things easily. I don't have this ability and can't support you like a big Buddha.
"You know my current situation now. If you want to stay, just live your life honestly and stop thinking about unnecessary things. If you don't want to stay, you can leave now. I will find someone else to take care of Xie Dong."
Wei Qian put down her hand: "I'll stay. Dongdong is my child too."
Song Youran took a deep breath and said, "Return the piano. It's not something people of our social class can enjoy. If Xie Dong really wants to go down this path in the future, we'll find a way."
Wei Qian nodded: "I understand. I won't waste money indiscriminately anymore."
Song Youran didn't believe her.
"I already bought the store because of your family's problems. Now I can only survive on the little living expenses given by the Song family. When my leg is healed, I will go out and see if there is anything I can do. I am willing to hold on, but the premise is that you don't hold me back."
Wei Qian burst into tears: "You Ran, I'm sorry."
Song Youran waved her hand and said, "Take good care of Dongdong. I'll thank you on behalf of my mother."
After leaving the apartment building, Song Youran covered his eyes with his hands. The sun was very strong, but his limbs seemed to be frozen.
He took out his cell phone to call a taxi, but suddenly remembered that times have changed and every penny should be spent carefully. So he put his phone away and walked to the nearest bus stop with his crutches.
Most of what he told Wei Qian was true. Xie Xueruo left a large debt and there was a contract between him and Song Hongtao. But he did not tell Wei Qian that Xie Xueruo's debt had been paid off and he still had a small amount of savings.
People are greedy. If they have one, they want two. They don’t dare to gamble. If they have ten cents in their pocket, they only dare to take out two.
He and Wei Qian have known each other for many years and he knows very well what kind of person Wei Qian is. Wei Qian may not be unaware of what kind of person he is. Will Wei Qian really believe the two points he revealed?
As for the words he used to criticize Wei Qian, they were also a criticism of himself. Coveting things that don't belong to you will only bring disaster upon yourself. He clearly understood this, but he couldn't control himself. He was no better than Wei Qian. Or rather, it was the inherent bad habit of people like them to covet things that don't belong to them.
Fortunately, Wen Chu is going to college, so we don’t have to be together day and night, so I won’t have so many random thoughts.
Thinking about it this way, whether Wen Chu liked him a little or a lot, and whether the reaction to him was the reality of the body or the falsehood of the medicine, didn't seem to matter so much.
If we don't see each other in the future, what's the point of talking about feelings, liking, or belonging...
Just enjoy it for a while, leave some memories, and that’s it.
Wen Chu came home from school and saw Song Youran staring at her phone in the living room. He walked over and took a look. "You want to buy a piano?"
Song Youran turned off the phone screen and said, "Just looking around."
Wen Chu sat down next to her, took Song Youran's hand and flipped through the book again and again: "It's a bit too late to learn piano now."
Song Youran pulled her hand back. "If it's a dream, it's never too late to learn."
"That's true." Wen Chu took Song Youran's phone and said, "Then buy it."
Song Youran quickly stopped him: "No."
Wen Chu was puzzled: "Why?"
Song Youran took back her phone and said, "It's too heavy. I can't afford it."
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