Chapter 543: Chapter 543
Song Xingping’s face was very unsightly, for he knew that Song Boyuan did not respect his opinions, but he had gotten used to it over the years.
After all, even if Song Boyuan didn’t respect his decisions, he wouldn’t treat him unfairly. Song Xingping might not have enjoyed excessive wealth, but he never lacked ordinary luxury and honor.
Besides, every once in a while, he could still flaunt so authority in front of Song Boyuan, playing the role of a father.
It’s not that Song Boyuan indulged him or allowed him to act this way; rather, Song Boyuan simply couldn’t be bothered with him.
Whatever ruckus he chose to make would usually go in one ear and out the other for soone like Song Boyuan, who would just dismiss it as if it were nothing.
So, of course, Song Xingping was angry. Even his own son, who could be quite wild, didn’t speak to him in that manner. Even if he didn’t want to speak to him, at least he wouldn’t talk to him like that, right?
What was she, then? Just so cheap daughter the Jing Family picked up and brought ho, and now she was shaking things up?
“Even Song Boyuan doesn’t speak to that way!” exclaid Song Xingping, his voice rising, his eyebrows standing on end.
Song Boyuan looked more like his mother, especially those perfectly shaped phoenix eyes, which were an exact copy. Originally, his facial features did resemble Song Xingping’s, but as Song Xingping had aged, his face had sagged, so there weren’t many similarities left.
Jing Qiao was already very annoyed, and she would have let it be had Song Xingping not brought up Song Boyuan, which only made her angrier.
She was just an outsider, that’s all.
But was Song Boyuan not his own son? Had he shown even a shred of fatherly affection toward Song Boyuan?
“It’s truly laughable. Besides making demands, when have you ever spoken to Song Boyuan?” Jing Qiao pulled Song Boyuan behind her.
Of course, she knew that soone like Song Boyuan didn’t need her protection.
Against anyone else, Jing Qiao could honestly hide behind him, letting him confront things with his ironclad resilience.
But when facing Song Xingping, Jing Qiao couldn’t act that way. Even if Song Boyuan showed an ironclad deanor, Jing Qiao felt that… even if Song Boyuan was indifferent, when facing Song Xingping, he might still feel so sorrow, even if only subconsciously.
Song Boyuan hadn’t expected Jing Qiao to adopt such a protective stance, so he was sowhat taken aback. However, his expression was calm, and though his thoughts were deep, they were hard to discern on his face.
Jing Qiao stared coldly at Song Xingping and said, “You want to treat you nicer? You’re a forgetful person in high standing, perhaps you have forgotten that, with your tacit consent, Liu Jiarong repeatedly sched against , my leg injury… and the ti I spent in the sanatorium, how I was hard…”
Jing Qiao struggled to continue.
At the ntion of this, Song Xingping’s expression turned slightly uneasy. He indeed had tacitly agreed to Liu Jiarong’s plans, but he truly didn’t know the details of the plans Liu Jiarong had downplayed.
Hearing Jing Qiao bring up the matter, Song Boyuan’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to look at Song Xingping.
The mont Song Boyuan’s gaze t his, Song Xingping couldn’t help but shiver inwardly, feeling as though he were the target of a venomous snake.
“Do you leave on your own, or shall I have soone escort you out?” Song Boyuan asked coolly, his tone flat, barely revealing any emotion.
But Song Xingping didn’t dare to be careless; his previous manner of speaking softened, “Ah, I didn’t co here to cause trouble. It’s just that your uncles have co to , weeping and wailing, and I also find it annoying, Bo Yuan. You see, Dad’s not getting any younger, right? He’s also troubled by these matters, so, of course, I have to persuade you not to be angry with them…”
Song Boyuan remained silent for a while before speaking softly, “Understood.”
Song Xingping’s face lit up with relief, even feeling sowhat triumphantly. It was either a bizarre case of Stockholm syndro or so other strange condition.
In light of their entanglents, the fact that he could feel any sense of triumph was rather preposterous.
So he even cast a rather smug glance at Jing Qiao, as if to say: What use were your words? My son still listens to !
Jing Qiao’s brow furrowed as she watched him, thinking he must be sick.
Seeing Jing Qiao frowning, Song Xingping assud she was upset about it, which only encouraged him to push further.
So after a mont of thought, he added, “Bo Yuan, your brothers have been on the outside for so long, and they have regretted their actions. It’s fine that you let them gain experience out there, but the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost upon us. Could you consider letting them return for a family reunion?”
Song Xingping tried to reason with emotion, “No matter how big the grudge, after all, we’re family. They have been punished for so long and know they were wrong. Don’t you think?”
Song Boyuan stood expressionless beside Jing Qiao, not even sparing Song Xingping a glance. He looked at Jing Qiao and then reached out, gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
By treating Song Xingping like he was thin air, he caused an awkwardness to seize Song Xingping’s expression.
But since he had already started, it would be inappropriate to stop there, so he continued, “I have to take so responsibility for these matters. If I hadn’t neglected them, they wouldn’t have committed those mistakes. In the future, I’ll keep a closer eye on them, make sure they don’t err, and prevent anything bad from happening again…”
Song Xingping stared at Song Boyuan and asked, “Bo Yuan, what do you think?”
Finally, Song Boyuan turned his gaze towards him. Those eyes, upon eting his, made Song Xingping feel a chill even in the lingering heat of the weather.
Song Boyuan’s lips curvature was almost imperceptible as he responded, “I think you’re right, which is why I’ve sent all of you to the sanatorium. You can all spend the rest of your days together there. How does that sound?”
Song Xingping’s face, already stiff, turned completely pale at this.
Song Boyuan wasn’t finished and continued, “Of course, if you find the sanatorium too dull and unstimulating, I could also release Liu Jiarong and send you and her off to join your three sons abroad. You could settle there, always together as a family. So, how does that sound?”
Song Xingping dared not speak a word, fearing that saying more might lead Song Boyuan to think he had made a choice, and then be thrown into a sanatorium or off to so impoverished country in the Third World.
He once proclaid true love with Liu Jiarong, but so much for true love. When Song Boyuan gave him a choice, he did not hesitate to abandon Liu Jiarong, for he wanted to live in clover.
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