Song Song returned ho, surprised to see Xiao Jinghuai sitting on the living room sofa with a serious expression, while Sister-in-law Zhou sat beside him, holding the crying and fussing Little Xiyou in her arms...
Why was he ho?
Could it be that he ca ho after she left the Xiao Family?
That seed to be the only possibility. She took the subway back, and he drove, so it was no surprise he got ho first.
The carpet in the living room absorbed sound, and coupled with Little Xiyou’s relentless crying, neither Xiao Jinghuai nor Sister-in-law Zhou noticed Song Song entering the living room...
It wasn’t until Song Song approached Sister-in-law Zhou, calmly extending her hands, "Give Little Xiyou!"
Sister-in-law Zhou snapped out of her thoughts, and after a half-second pause, stood up and handed Little Xiyou over, "Young Madam, you’re back. I... will go get busy. You and the Young Master can talk slowly."
Sister-in-law Zhou, being clever, could easily see that the two were having a spat. Otherwise, the Young Master’s expression wouldn’t be so ugly. He used to smile when he saw her, but now his face was a chilling wintry expression.
Looking at it sent shivers down one’s spine.
Song Song nodded silently to Sister-in-law Zhou without saying a word, gently cradling Little Xiyou and softly coaxing, "There, there! Don’t cry, Mommy is back, isn’t she? Mommy just went to take care of so things; don’t cry, okay?"
"..."
The only sound in the living room was the woman’s incessant comforting of the child, with nothing else.
Xiao Jinghuai waited a full half hour without her speaking to him. It was as if to her, he was just air moving through the room.
Finally, unable to hold it any longer, he abruptly stood up from the sofa, his deep eyes that seed calm but were intensely focused on the woman sitting on the sofa with the child in her arms, "What you said earlier at the Xiao Family, was it not a joke?"
Song Song did not lift her head to look at the man’s expression, only reached out to touch Little Xiyou’s soft, pink mouth. Her posture looked sowhat leisurely, but reflected in Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes, it spelled "ignoring."
He was so angry that he strode up to her and, disregarding that she was holding a child, grabbed her wrist and tightened his grip, forcing her to look at him and asked again, word by word, "What you said earlier at the Xiao Family, was it not a joke?"
Instinctively, Song Song began to struggle, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held. The pain in her wrist intensified as she t his deep, dark gaze, "No, it wasn’t a joke. I am very serious."
"Ha! Very serious?" Xiao Jinghuai chuckled wryly, his handso face clouded with gloom, "Who cried before, saying they would treat well? Now you bring up divorce."
At that mont, Song Song rembered, not long ago, he got hurt because of her, and at the ti, she thought he liked her...
Not love, at least like.
So she bravely spoke the words hidden in her heart, confessed her feelings to him, told him how she felt about him...
But what happened later?
Between them ca a "Qiao Yu."
If there was truly nothing between them, if he really had no feelings for Qiao Yu, it would be easy to explain, and she would be willing to listen to his explanation.
But he didn’t, he chose ambiguity, chose not to ntion it.
Not ntioning it indicated there was a story behind it.
Now he says she’s in it for wealth...
Yes, from the beginning, she was the one reaching too high.
But this kind of marriage, without any sincerity and filled with suspicion, was sothing she truly didn’t want or couldn’t afford.
"Speak up!"
The man’s patience seed to have reached its end, his voice rose significantly.
Song Song thought that if what she was holding wasn’t a child but anything else, she would have thrown it at the unreasonable man, "I’ve already said what needed to be said, and what I haven’t said, President Xiao already knows the answer, so what else is there to say?"
For the first ti, Xiao Jinghuai felt helpless about this little thing. He wanted to reach out to touch her, but she was still holding a child, so he imdiately shouted, "Sister-in-law Zhou! Co and take the child away!"
At the ntion of the word ’child,’ Song Song beca sowhat anxious. She imdiately stood up from the sofa, her eyes filled with anger, "Xiao Jinghuai, if you dare do anything to Little Xiyou, I will..."
"Young Master, Young Madam, please don’t argue in front of the child. Even though the child is still small, it will have an impact."
Sister-in-law Zhou’s words were effective, imdiately stopping Song Song from continuing. She cald down and handed Little Xiyou to her...
She realized she had been too agitated just now. How could Xiao Jinghuai do anything to Little Xiyou?
He might not be a good boyfriend or husband, but he has always been a good person.
After Sister-in-law Zhou left with the child, the entire living room fell into silence. Song Song sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, casting her eyes everywhere else but the man close by.
Fearing he would see her weakness and sadness at that mont.
After a long silence, she finally spoke slowly, "Tomorrow, I’ll leave with Little Xiyou, and I won’t co back again. If you have anything to say, you’d better say it now to avoid trouble later."
Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes narrowed slightly, the dangerous aura around him growing more intense. He suddenly called her na in a dreamlike tone...
"Song Song."
"..."
Song Song was montarily stunned because he had called her na so infrequently. She didn’t know if it was because they spent little ti together that he had no chance to call it, or if he simply didn’t want to say her na.
But at this mont, just hearing those two words made her want to burst into tears.
He called her, but she didn’t respond, only widening her eyes to stare unblinkingly at the coffee table in front, fearing that any movent would cause the tears brimming in her eyes to fall.
She knew he hadn’t finished speaking, so she waited quietly for the rest of his words.
"Do you know that ever since you lost your mory, you’ve beco less adorable, hmm?"
Less adorable.
He actually said she wasn’t adorable.
Song Song clenched her fists and suddenly stood up from the sofa, "Right, the current is not adorable. I’m afraid no one could be more adorable in President Xiao’s eyes than Qiao Yu!"
After speaking, to avoid crying in front of him, she imdiately walked out of the living room without hesitation.
At this mont, the man watched her departing figure, slowly leaned back toward the sofa, closed his eyes, and pulled out his phone from his pocket to call Huo Junting, his tone unfriendly, almost like issuing an order, "She will return to your place tomorrow. Don’t let her co back this ti!"
"...Judging by your tone, you two had another fight?"
Huo Junting sounded in a good mood, teasingly.
But at this mont, Xiao Jinghuai had no mood for small talk, "Won, troubleso creatures."
"Hey! Xiao Jinghuai, you seriously are not appreciating what you have. How is Song Song troubleso? She doesn’t ask you to spend more ti with her, doesn’t clamor for luxury goods, doesn’t cause scenes — if you find even that inconvenient, you might as well enjoy solitude."
Huo Junting said on the other end.
Xiao Jinghuai chuckled lightly, "That doesn’t sound like sothing you’d say. Seeing things so clearly, are you planning to settle down?"
"...Hmm, if the timing is right, I might do it to prevent any further complications."
Xiao Jinghuai raised a hand to rub his brow, "What, don’t you like that woman?"
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