Chapter 4
Song Youran put the unfinished homework on the desk into her schoolbag, said goodbye to the after-school teacher and left the classroom.
After school was over, a car was parked alone at the school gate. Song Youran knocked on the car window, and the door unlocked. Uncle Zhong's smiling face appeared. Song Youran opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
There were more and more vehicles along the road. After a few minutes, the car was forced to stop by the parents of students who were crossing the road blindly. The traffic supervisor kept blowing the whistle, the sound of cars and people mixed together, and the sound of horns came one after another.
At the entrance of Shiwai, a boy leaned against a big tree with books in his hands. Another horn honked, and the boy's ears moved slightly, and he looked up at the slow-moving traffic.
“Ding ding!”
The boy turned his head and saw the familiar car body. He immediately closed the book, picked up the schoolbag at his feet and ran to the car.
The car door opened, and the cool air rushed in. The boy sat down and greeted Song Youran in the car, "Uncle."
Song Youran hummed coldly.
The car started moving again, stopping and starting, and slowly drove out of the congested road.
Wen Chu opened the book on his lap.
Song Youran took a quick glance and saw that the cover was fancy and the inside was full of densely packed small characters. It was not study material at all.
His expressionless gaze moved to the slightly lowered profile, with long eyelashes, a high nose, and round, baby-fat cheeks. I don't know what was written in the book, but it made the closed lips open a gap and the eyelashes tremble slightly.
Some people are born winners. They are born with good talents and good brains. They learn everything quickly and easily get into good schools. They can get first place in every subject even if they read books every day. They often represent their school in various competitions and win awards until their hands cramp. It would be no different if they were born in Rome.
Some people study until midnight every night and go to cram schools on weekends. They work hard 365 days a year, but their grades are only above average.
For the same thing, the winners in life can easily get full marks, while the losers in life cannot pass even after struggling hard.
Comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.
Song Youran turned her head to look out the car window. The scenery outside the window was always familiar.
Throughout the four seasons of the year, coming and going, he thought he had traveled thousands of miles, but he was just going around in circles.
Too tired.
The car drove into the courtyard and stopped at the door of the villa.
Xie Xueruo stood under the porch, her eyes following the car. When the car stopped, she went over and opened the door.
Wen Chu came down with his schoolbag, "Thank you, Secretary."
Xie Xueruo smiled: "You're welcome."
There was a loud bang of a car door closing. Wen Chu turned his head and saw Song Youran standing by the car door, his brows furrowed and then relaxed.
"Mom, why are you here?" He walked up to Xie Xueruo and smiled politely.
The smile on Xie Xueruo's lips had not disappeared: "Come to see you."
It seems to be a picture of a loving mother and a filial son.
Wen Chu looked at Xie Xueruo, then at Song Youran, and his fingers hanging by his side moved, as if he wanted to grab something.
Three people entered the room together, and one person was redundant.
Song Youran looked straight ahead, her expression normal, but secretly, her nails almost scratched her palms.
Xie Xueruo acted like a real elder: "Xiaochu, how are you doing in school recently?"
"fine."
"Go to the company when you have time. Your grandpa misses you."
Song Hongtao devotes himself to his work and is away from home all year round. He rarely goes home. The most convenient way to see him is to go to the company.
Wen Chu hesitated. Song Youran's schoolbag was too heavy, leaving two deep marks on his shoulders. Wen Chu thought for a moment and said, "When my uncle is free, I'll go with him."
Go to the company?
Song Youran pricked up her ears and heard Xie Xueruo say, "You don't have to wait for him. He's going to take the entrance exam soon, so he needs to use the time to review his lessons."
Song Youran walked ahead, a step or two ahead of them. Wen Chu saw a hint of frustration in her slumped shoulders and asked, "Uncle, which school do you want to go to?"
Of course, he wanted to know what Song Youran was thinking, but more importantly, he didn't want Song Youran to walk alone beside him, with her back becoming gloomy.
Song Youran thought to herself, this top student's mindset is truly overbearing. They think they can go to any school they want. Is it a question of whether they want to or not? It's a question of whether they can or cannot.
Song Youran stopped and was about to speak when Xie Xueruo spoke for him, "Of course, go to Shiwai. It would be nice if you two were in the same school and could see each other."
Song Youran clenched her teeth, her lips pressed into a line, looking very angry. Perhaps Secretary Xie wanted Song Youran to go to Shiwai, but Song Youran had other ideas? Wen Chu looked at Song Youran and asked doubtfully, "Really?"
These two words ignited the anger in Song Youran's heart.
What does "really?"
Even if he is unwilling to go to Shiwai, it is not anyone's turn to question him.
Song Youran opened her mouth to shoot, but Xie Xueruo's eyes swept over her like a knife, and the gun misfired instantly, and the bullet was swallowed back into her stomach.
Xie Xueruo looked at Wen Chu again, and said kindly, "He's not as good as you in his studies, so starting this weekend, the half-day tutoring will be changed to a full day."
Song Youran's eyes widened as she watched her life being completely arranged by others, but she dared not speak out.
Xie Xueruo told him that there is no free lunch in the world, you either pay before eating or pay after eating, in short, you have to pay; he has to pay the price for eating the lunch given by Xie Xueruo.
Xie Xueruo stayed for dinner and the chef brought a plate of vegetable salad.
Dieting is a woman's nature, just like a man's love of lying. But Xie Xuerou is in a special situation now and can no longer diet...
Song Youran frowned: "You're just going to eat this?"
Xie Xueruo picked up a piece of cucumber with a fork: "What's the problem?"
No problem. If Xie Xueruo doesn't care, why should others meddle in her business?
Song Youran loosened her clenched fists: "Whatever you want."
Wen Chu, who was sitting opposite him, was looking at him with his chopsticks in hand. His expression as he ate melon was very hateful. He glared at Wen Chu fiercely, and the beggar's meal on the plate was even more annoying.
After dinner, Xie Xueruo came to Song Youran's room.
As expected, some things can only be heard. Xie Xueruo had other intentions and didn't come to see him at all. Song Youran, believing he hadn't made any mistakes recently, sat as steady as a mountain on the sofa beside the low table.
Xie Xueruo sat down opposite and got straight to the point: "This morning, the servants cleaned out a lot of cookie crumbs from your room."
"I didn't eat it." Song Youran held up two fingers. "I can swear." He smiled. "I forgot. You don't believe in oaths, you only believe in seeing. How about I weigh myself? If the weight changes, then I'm lying."
The young man seemed to be smiling, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and there was a hint of madness between his brows.
"I trust you."
Xie Xueruo's words did not let the young man relax his guard. His lips were tightly pursed and his expression was sinister.
Xie Xueruo sighed: "The cookies were given to you by Wen Chu."
The boy snorted, "Who else but him?"
Xie Xueruo said earnestly: "You should be more restrained in your attitude towards him."
"Mom," the boy raised his eyelids and said sarcastically, "To show mercy to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself."
On the low table, there is a black and white chessboard, two armies are facing each other, and a war is about to break out.
"You Ran, losing patience will only make you lose faster."
Song Youran's neck stiffened, and then her shoulders dropped. "...I understand."
The two of them seemed to be wrestling, and when one was weak, the other took advantage of the opportunity. Xie Xueruo asked, "Do you really know?"
Song Youran gritted her teeth and said, "Mom, how do you want me to prove myself? Do you want me to dig my heart out?"
Xie Xueruo had a long gaze, still the elder who spoke and acted calmly.
"You Ran, you have to know that everything I do for you is for your own good."
It's for your own good, so you can't harbor any resentment, otherwise you'd be an ungrateful person.
Outside the French window, it was already completely dark. Song Youran's heart sank to the bottom. "You came here just to tell me this?"
Xie Xueruo stood up: "How are your studies lately?"
"Didn't your homeroom teacher report this to you?" Song Youran raised the corner of her mouth. "If you ask me, I might lie. If you ask her, she definitely won't help me hide it. Besides, I may not know as much as she does. You might as well ask her directly."
Song Youran's words were full of thorns, making it unsuitable to continue the conversation. Xie Xueruo walked to the door and asked, "You still hate me for what happened before, right?"
Song Youran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched Xie Xueruo's car drive away in the yard.
How could he possibly hate Xie Xueruo? Xie Xueruo gave him a chance to survive...
"call!"
Song Youran closed the exercise book, pushed the chair away and stood up. Because of Xie Xueruo's words tonight, she couldn't concentrate at all. She finished two questions in two hours.
I walked out of the room with a glass of water. The lights were on downstairs and the maid was doing the final cleanup.
Seeing Song Youran coming downstairs, the servants were shocked. Song Youran concealed her displeasure and raised the water cup in her hand: "I'll get some water."
It's no wonder the servants were so nervous; Song Youran's cheating behavior persisted despite repeated warnings. With parents and children to support, no one wanted to be suddenly unemployed. Seeing Song Youran standing by the water bar, drinking water while her food was locked in the kitchen, the servants breathed a sigh of relief and left with the garbage bag.
"uncle."
Here we go again!
Xie Xueruo hoped that he would control his temper and not conflict with Wen Chu. He also wanted to be obedient, but he couldn't resist someone who insisted on walking into trouble.
"Uncle, don't you want to go to Shiwai?"
Wen Chu was wearing slippers and still walked silently. When the word "uncle" exploded in his ear, Song Youran calmed down and didn't spit out the water in his mouth. When he heard the question again, he rolled his eyes and said, "None of your business!"
"Oh, I don't mean to bother you." Wen Chu hesitated.
He had probably just taken a shower, his hair was wet and soft and stuck to his forehead. His eyes were big with dark pupils, and his tone of voice had a soft and sticky tone that was unique to Rongcheng, but his face was cold and expressionless, like a wooden mask trying to act coquettishly, which was very fragmented.
"Are you unhappy? You can tell me..."
Wen Chu blinked, his eyelashes were wet, and the excess water flowed down his cheeks to his neck, soaking his collar.
Song Youran clenched the empty water cup: "Are you awake?"
There was too little water in the cup, not enough to cause harm, but that annoying mouth could still continue to babble: "...Why are you throwing it at me?"
Song Youran grabbed Wen Chu by the collar, pulled him in front of her, and shoved him against the bar. "Why are you staring at me? Are you surprised? Didn't you see everything? Don't you know exactly who I am?"
"I, I didn't glare... The water got into my eyes and it made me uncomfortable."
"How dare you be so stubborn!" He grabbed Wen Chu's neck with both hands. "Are you a chatterbox? You keep whining in front of me all day long. Don't you know you're suspicious?"
The fair cheeks were flushed red, and the corners of the eyes were slightly wet: "Uncle, uncle..."
The words that had been pent up in my stomach for a long time finally found an opportunity to be vented out: "Look at you, what are you doing with a surname like Wen coming to our Song family? Isn't the Wen family a famous and prestigious family in Rongcheng? With such a big family, you still covet the little melons and two dates from your mother's family. It's really greedy.
"Why did Song Mei send you here? Didn't she remember that it was Song Lan who stayed in the Song family to marry into the family? Even if Song Lan finally got married, it wouldn't be her turn to send her son away... Oh, are you angry? You want to hit me? Come on, do you have what it takes?"
Song Youran tightened her fingers. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can interfere in my affairs?"
Wen Chu's lips turned pale, and he hooked his fingers around Song Youran's sleeves: "Loosen..."
"I won't let go, go to hell!"
There were footsteps outside the house, it was the servant coming back.
Song Youran let out a click of his tongue and released his fingers. Wen Chu leaned over the bar, covering his neck and coughing. Song Youran waved his hand, and the water glass on the bar fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Footsteps approached quickly, and the servant's panicked face appeared at the door: "What's wrong?"
Song Youran poked the glass shards on the floor with her toes and raised her eyebrows leisurely: "Wen Chu broke the cup."
The servant walked closer to take a look and his breath stopped. Wen Chu was wearing knee-length shorts and his calf was probably scratched by the bouncing glass fragments, and blood was flowing.
Wen Chu leaned against the bar. The servant took out a tissue and squatted on the ground to clean the wound while comforting him: "It's okay, the wound is not big. It won't hurt after the poison is disinfected."
Wen Chu: “Yeah.”
After the servant came in, Song Youran strode with her head held high and left gracefully like a winner.
No matter how proud you are of heaven, you still have to admit defeat in front of him.
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