Xiao Jinghuai didn’t say the rest of his words directly, he changed the subject and said, "This matter requires careful consideration, let’s go back first."
Song Song was confused, still baffled as to why soone would do such a thing. She refused to leave, pulling out her phone with a determined look, "I’m going to call the police now, we have to bring those bastards to justice."
"This is outrageous, doing such a heinous thing, aren’t they afraid of divine retribution?"
For a mont, Song Song rattled off countless grievances, her anger hard to quell, just as she was about to dial, Xiao Jinghuai reached out and stopped her.
Song Song’s eyes were flushed, "What are you doing! Why won’t you let call the police?"
Xiao Jinghuai spoke earnestly, "The police can’t help with this, you should go back first."
"Why can’t they help?" Song Song shook off Xiao Jinghuai’s hand, "I don’t believe it, is there no justice?"
Xiao Beibei secretly rolled her eyes, saying sternly, "Woman, just listen to Old Xiao! He must have his reasons for not letting you call the police, don’t stir up trouble with your muddled head."
Song Song was even angrier — muddled head?
Seeing her standing there seemingly out of breath, Xiao Jinghuai didn’t hesitate to grab her and start walking.
Song Song instinctively began to struggle, only to be scolded by the man, "Watch out, you’ll hurt Little Xiyou."
These words were effective, and afterwards she didn’t make a fuss, obediently walking to the car.
But as Song Song got into the car, a sudden flash flickered in her mind, and she held Little Xiyou tighter, "Xiao Jinghuai, is there another reason you won’t let call the police?"
Xiao Jinghuai didn’t answer imdiately; he just reached out to rub her crown, "We’ll talk when we go back, okay?"
"Alright—"
Half an hour later, the four returned to the villa. Although it wasn’t ti for lunch yet, considering Bao Bei had a fever last night, they had so snacks prepared for him.
Unexpectedly, the little guy showed nothing but disdain, sitting there unwilling to eat, mumbling, "These things are horribly awful. Hey! When will you finally recover your mory?"
Song Song was dumbfounded, "I wish I could recover now, but there’s nothing I can do. Are you really not going to eat? These desserts are very delicious; give them a try!"
As she spoke, Song Song picked up a spoon, scooped so pudding, and brought it to the little guy’s mouth, "Co on, open up!"
Xiao Beibei felt very annoyed, raising her hand and knocking it away, "It’s disgusting, I won’t eat it! If you’re capable, make sothing for , I want to eat your cookies and mango pudding."
"Hey! You..."
Song Song wanted to teach him a lesson, but seeing the tears welling in his eyes, she couldn’t say anything, only wanting to hug him.
She also wanted to regain her mory, but she just couldn’t.
Everyone said she used to be an excellent cook, but now she trembled even holding a spatula.
"Alright, alright! I’ll try my best, co over here for a hug, don’t throw a tantrum..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Beibei imdiately hopped off the chair, standing tall, "Woman, until you recover your mory, don’t think about hugging !"
"..." Song Song really felt like hitting soone.
She’s being so good to him now, and he’s still hung up on the pre-amnesia her.
A bit of jealousy bubbled up...
Which was indeed ridiculous; after all, it’s still her, why get jealous over herself?
But she felt a vague discomfort inside; ever since she lost her mory, many hoped she’d recover quickly, even her seemingly indifferent brother occasionally ntioned: Song Song, you’re so different now than before.
Though he didn’t explicitly say it, she could vaguely sense it, as if he really hoped she’d recover her mory soon.
Then, Xiao Beibei pranced over to Aunt Feng to see Little Xiyou, it seed like Bao Bei really took a shine to Little Xiyou; just seeing her proud little face would soften him a lot—
Like a gentle spring breeze nurturing everything.
Once the little one left, the big one ca up holding a glass of orange juice, handing it to her, "Bao Bei truly wants you to regain your mory."
Song Song sighed as she took it, "I can tell, he... seems to prefer the old ."
Xiao Jinghuai’s cold gaze slightly focused, "Because the old you reminds him of his mother."
"Uh..."
Song Song looked at him puzzled, just about to continue on this topic when soone walked in from the front door, it was Huo Junting, hurried back at Xiao Jinghuai’s urgent call.
Huo Junting looked very tired; as soon as he stepped into the living room, he urgently loosened his tie, grabbed the orange juice in Song Song’s hand she hadn’t yet drunk, and gulped it down.
He sat on the sofa, resting with closed eyes, "Speak, what’s the matter?"
"I spent the night at the company working overti, really feels exhausting, as I’ve grown older it’s different indeed, before I could easily go nights without sleep feeling all energized..."
Song Song teased him with a laugh, "You are indeed getting older, it’s ti to find soone to take care of you."
Huo Junting slowly opened his eyes, a pretty face flashed in his mind, but there was no happiness in his heart, only more of a sense of duty.
"You don’t need to worry about my matters, sort out your own first—"
Song Song detected his hidden aning, imdiately stuck out her tongue and obediently shut her mouth, refraining from saying more to avoid harmless teasing.
At this mont, Huo Junting’s gaze fell onto Xiao Jinghuai beside him, seeing his tense expression and furrowed brows, puzzled and incomprehensible, he couldn’t help asking, "What’s going on?"
Xiao Jinghuai looked up, speaking seriously, "Let’s talk in your study."
He anticipated Song Song’s objection and promptly said, "After we finish talking, there will be a result for you, you go look after the child first."
Song Song felt a bit stifled, why always using the child to suppress her?
Though she wanted to enter the study to overhear what they were going to discuss, thinking of her wretched intelligence made her feel like backing off.
Forget it, she’d better go watch over Bao Bei and Little Xiyou!
...
The two entered Huo Junting’s study, once inside, Xiao Jinghuai closed the door and also locked it.
Huo Junting showed worries, instinctively moving behind his desk, his eyes full of alert, "Xiao Jinghuai, what exactly do you want, is it necessary to even lock the door?"
Xiao Jinghuai looked him up and down, scoffing, "Huo Junting, enough, I’m being perfectly normal—"
"...Then what on earth do you want to say?" Huo Junting covered his mouth, coughing, "Don’t want Song Song to overhear?"
Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes grew cold, "Soone stole Song Xueqin’s grave, her urn is missing."
Huo Junting’s body shook sharply, "Who did it?"
Xiao Jinghuai laughed faintly, eyes hiding sharpness, "That’s what I was going to ask you! Is there anyone you think might do such a thing?"
"You and I both know the main reason for stealing an urn."
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