As Song Song wondered, Song Xueqin had already walked into the room and started packing her things.
Song Song imdiately followed her in, "Mom, where are we going? Isn’t it good here? I work here..."
"Don’t ask so many questions." Song Xueqin seed a bit impatient, "You’re my daughter, so you must listen to . Do you think I would harm you?"
Song Song felt a slight pain in her heart, "No, of course you wouldn’t harm . I just don’t understand why we have to suddenly move again."
They had moved to so many places since she was young—Rong City, Yu City, Hong Kong—and finally decided to settle in Qingcheng City. Why do they have to leave again now?
"Mom, it’s okay to leave, but can you at least give a reasonable explanation..."
When she was little, she followed her mother everywhere. She asked the sa question, but her mother’s answer was always the sa: You’re too young; you wouldn’t understand even if I told you.
But now? She’s already in her twenties; she has no reason to continue hiding things from her.
She had always known that her mother had a big secret in her heart, but her mother never ntioned it in front of her, not even a tiny bit.
Suddenly, Song Xueqin threw the clothes in her hand onto the bed and turned around. Despite the years of sedint and the torture of illness, her face remained beautiful, now filled with anger.
"If you don’t co with , don’t call your mom!"
"Mom, you can’t threaten like this every ti! I’m your daughter, not your enemy. I just want to share your burdens..."
Looking at the serious little face in front of her, Song Xueqin’s eyes moved slightly, with a montary impulse from the bottom of her heart to tell her everything.
But she couldn’t do it.
"Stop being annoying. If you think I, as your mom, would harm you, then just don’t co with . Stay here, but don’t expect to see again..."
"Mom!!!!"
Song Song was totally at a loss, seeing her continue packing, "Then please wait a bit. It’s so late now; where do you plan to go? Can’t we wait until tomorrow?"
"If we are leaving, we have to buy tickets, right? You’re sothing else, making sudden plans without any preparation..."
Song Xueqin had an irritable temperant and hardly any patience and snapped, "Stop nagging. If you don’t want to go, just stay here."
"...How could I not go! You’re my real mom, and not going with you would be unfilial. But I have work, and people I need to say goodbye to. I can’t just leave irresponsibly."
Song Xueqin raised the corner of her mouth, sneering, "You can call and quit your job. Who do you have to say goodbye to? You’re not married!"
Song Song: "..."
Around eight or nine in the evening, Song Xueqin insisted on leaving with her luggage, ignoring whatever Song Song said.
Song Xueqin walked ahead, Song Song chased behind, and soon they both reached downstairs.
Finally, Song Song was at her wit’s end, snatched the suitcase from her mother’s hand, and sat directly on it, "Mom, we’re not leaving tonight. When I’ve settled things tomorrow, we’ll leave together. Is that okay?"
Song Xueqin kept a straight face and shook her head.
"Mom, can you not be so stubborn? I’ve already compromised. Can you think about it for ?"
"..."
If her mom had such a bad temper, her dad must have had a great temperant; otherwise, they wouldn’t have a daughter with such a personality.
As soon as this thought flashed through Song Song’s mind, a limited edition Rolls Royce Phantom drove up from not far away, its lights blinding.
Shortly after, the car stopped not far from them, and a man stepped out, leaning on a cane yet undiminished in elegance.
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