The voice was a bit cold, and also a bit low.
Indecent sights should not be looked upon?
Good heavens!
When did Yu Tingzhi become such a gentleman?
After a moment, Yu Tingzhi let go of his hand, and his long, fair fingers adjusted his sunglasses, "Let's go."
Wang Dengfeng looked around and asked疑惑ly, "Where's that fairy?"
"What fairy?" Yu Tingzhi asked back.
Wang Dengfeng continued, "Just that fairy in the red dress! Third Brother, don't tell me you didn't see her!"
"You're seeing things." Yu Tingzhi wore sunglasses, and no expression could be seen on his face, "In the remote wilderness, where would there be any fairy."
Seeing things?
Wang Dengfeng rubbed his eyes, "Impossible! I clearly saw her, Third Brother, are you lying to me?"
Yu Tingzhi ignored him and, with a long stride, left Wang Dengfeng behind.
"Third Brother, wait for me, why are you walking so fast?" Wang Dengfeng chased after him, "Where did that fairy just go?"
Yu Tingzhi automatically ignored the last question, "My legs are bad, so I have to be quick."
Bad legs, so he has to be quick?
What kind of logic is that?
Wang Dengfeng continued to ask where the fairy had gone, but Yu Tingzhi acted as if nothing had happened, making Wang Dengfeng begin to doubt if he had really hallucinated!
Song Hua picked a bunch of brightly colored wildflowers in the mountains and came to the tomb of the old woman Wei Cuihua.
The old woman in the black and white photo on the tombstone looked ahead with a kind smile.
"Old woman, don't worry, since I've become your granddaughter, I will definitely fulfill her unfinished wish for her." After saying this, Song Hua bowed to the tombstone, "I hope this time returning to the Song family won't disappoint you, nor will it disappoint Song Hua."
By the time Song Hua returned from the mountain, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
The sun was setting in the west.
The golden sunlight shone on the small village with its curling smoke, like an oil painting.
Song Hua walked along the village. Every time she passed a place, memories of the original owner would float before her eyes.
The original owner's childhood was both miserable and happy.
The miserable part came from the Song family, and the happy part came from the old woman Wei Cuihua and Xiushui Village.
"Hua Hua, have you eaten? If not, come to my house to eat."
"Hua Hua, I heard you were sick, are you feeling better now?"
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The villagers of Xiushui Village were all very enthusiastic. Knowing that Wei Cuihua had just passed away, they took extra care of Song Hua.
This child had suffered since childhood. Clearly a little lucky star, yet the Song family regarded her as a jinx...
Fortunately, fortunately there was still Wei Cuihua.
Wei Cuihua was the only light in Song Hua's dark days.
"Hua Hua, wait a moment." Just then, a slightly plump middle-aged woman chased after Song Hua with a boiled corncob.
Song Hua turned her head and looked at the person coming, the corners of her mouth curving up, "Little Aunt."
Little Aunt stuffed the corncob into Song Hua's hand, "This is the corn Little Aunt just picked today, it's sweet! Try it."
"Thank you, Little Aunt." Song Hua took the corn with both hands.
"This child, why are you thanking Little Aunt?" Little Aunt looked at Song Hua and continued, "Hua Hua, remember to be obedient when you get to your new home. Your parents are cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Actually, they still care about you very much, otherwise they wouldn't have come to pick you up. You, alas..."
In the end, Little Aunt didn't know how to justify her words.
If the couple from the Song family really treated Song Hua as their own daughter, they wouldn't have left Song Hua in the countryside for so many years.
Song Hua raised her eyes to look at Little Aunt, shallow dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth, "Okay."
Little Aunt looked at Song Hua's smiling face and suddenly froze.
The girl in front of her had exquisitely painted eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were so clear that people couldn't help but linger in them. Little Aunt had always known that Song Hua was a beauty, but she didn't know that Song Hua was actually beautiful to this extent.
After saying goodbye to Little Aunt, Song Hua turned back. She now lived with Third Grandma. Although the small courtyard was dilapidated, it was kept very clean.
The next morning.
Song Hua had just finished breakfast when she heard a knock on the door.
Hearing the sound, Third Grandma smiled and said, "It must be your mother."
Having said that, she immediately trotted to open the door.
The door opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged woman stood outside.
The person who came was not Zhou Lei.
This was the female housekeeper of the Song family.
Song Hua looked at the person, leaning halfway against the doorframe, her posture languid, her pair of peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, revealing nothing.
"Old Madam, Madam sent me to pick up Miss."
The female housekeeper addressed her as Old Madam, but there was not a trace of respect on her face. The way she looked at Third Grandma was as if she were looking at a pitiful ant.
After all, what kind of old madam was this?
Looking at the housekeeper standing outside the door, Third Grandma was first stunned, and then said, "Come in, come in quickly! Housekeeper Wang, you've been driving all night, you must be hungry now. There's nothing good at home, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles, please don't mind!"
"No need." Housekeeper Wang glanced at Third Grandma, and there was undisguised disgust in her eyes.
How could she possibly eat things from here?
It was barely fit for dogs!
After a moment, Housekeeper Wang looked up at Song Hua, who was leaning against the door, "Miss, it's getting late, let's go."
Song Hua's things had already been packed, just a simple backpack and a chubby little kitten.
This little kitten was picked up by the original owner a month ago. When it was first picked up, the kitten was on its last breath, half-dead.
Perhaps because she felt a shared fate.
The original owner took out all her savings over the years and took the kitten to the pet hospital.
Although Song Hua didn't really like small animals, since it was a cat that the original owner had saved with all her savings, she would take good care of it.
Looking at the cat in Song Hua's arms, the disgust in the housekeeper's eyes became even more obvious, "Miss, Madam hates stray cats of unknown origin the most!"
One sentence with two meanings.
She hated cats, and she also hated people, especially those of unknown origin.
Song Hua just held the kitten in her arms, her tone slightly indifferent, "Wherever it is, I will be."
Housekeeper Wang frowned. The Song family was already doing her a great favor by agreeing to take Song Hua back, yet not only was she ungrateful, but she also wanted to bring a country cat!
She was really going too far!
"If Miss insists on bringing it, then I need to ask Madam for instructions." Housekeeper Wang took out her phone and walked outside.
"Go ahead." Song Hua nodded slightly. Having been in a high position for a long time, she had a kind of irresistible aura about her.
The housekeeper frowned slightly. She had originally thought that Song Hua would sensibly throw the cat away when she said she was going to call back.
Who knew that not only did Song Hua not throw the cat away, but she also acted like a superior!
Did she really think of herself as the Song family's young lady?
Who on earth gave her the audacity?
Housekeeper Wang held her phone with a straight face and went outside to call Zhou Lei.
Before long, she came back into the house, her face even darker. Looking at Song Hua, she warned, "Miss, take good care of your cat. The Song family is not like your countryside."
Song Hua didn't speak, her eyes lowered, looking at the cat in her arms, her long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath her eyelids.
Her skin was as white as jade.
Housekeeper Wang was stunned for a moment.
Was this bright and arrogant young girl in front of her really that timid country bumpkin?
Soon.
A disdainful curve reappeared at the corner of Housekeeper Wang's mouth.
Just a country girl, even if she changed, she would still only be a country girl!
She would never be able to compare to the excellent Song Baoyi.
Thinking this, the disdain in Housekeeper Wang's eyes became more and more obvious.
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Before leaving, Third Grandma held Song Hua's hand tightly, her eyes slightly red, and her voice was close to breaking down, "Hua Hua, remember to listen to your father and mother when you get to your new home, don't make them angry, just bear with things and they will pass..."
"Yes, I will." Song Hua nodded slightly and reached out to hug Third Grandma, "Third Grandma, goodbye."
Third Grandma watched Song Hua get into the car. Only after the car disappeared down the path ahead did she wipe away her tears and turn back into the house.
Eight hours later.
The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa.
Coming to the villa in her memory again, Song Hua's heart suddenly beat a little faster, almost uncontrollably.
Housekeeper Wang glanced at Song Hua and warned, "Miss's constitution is weak. If your cat scares Miss, no one can afford the consequences!"
Whether Song Hua heard it or not, she just held the cat, her back ramrod straight.
Housekeeper Wang looked at Song Hua's profile, her brows tightly knit.
An uncultured thing!
She didn't know what Song Dalong and Zhou Lei were thinking, actually taking this wild girl back.
Housekeeper Wang suppressed the displeasure in her heart, "Sir and Madam are already waiting for you in the study. Please come with me to the study first."
Song Hua followed her steps.
Soon, they arrived at the study door.
"Sir, Madam." Housekeeper Wang stood at the door, respectful.
"Let her in." Song Dalong's voice came from inside.
"Yes." Housekeeper Wang turned to look at Song Hua, "Sir wants you to go in."
Song Hua held the cat in one hand and pushed the door open with the other.
Pushing open the door, she saw a middle-aged man with a bloated and fat figure sitting by the desk. His head was a little bald, his eyes were small and almost narrowed into slits, and he looked very shrewd.
Sitting beside him was a well-maintained middle-aged woman with a good figure, who didn't look her actual age and had outstanding features.
These were the original owner's adoptive parents, Song Dalong and Zhou Lei.
"Sit down." Zhou Lei looked at Song Hua who had walked in, suppressing the disgust in her eyes.
Song Hua sat down as told.
Song Dalong glanced at this adopted daughter who had been thrown in the countryside since she was a child and went straight to the point, "Since you've returned, from now on, you are a member of this family. Baoyi is your only younger sister, and everything you do in the future must revolve around Baoyi. As the elder sister, at critical moments, you must protect Baoyi with your life."
Protect Song Baoyi with her life?
So the meaning of her existence was for Song Baoyi?
Song Hua lowered her eyes slightly, her long and thick eyelashes concealing the expression in her eyes.
How silly was the original owner to think that Song Dalong and Zhou Lei would truly accept her and treat her as their own daughter?
Song Dalong paused and continued, "We have arranged a marriage for you, with the third son of the Yu family. The engagement banquet is in half a month."
"If I remember correctly," Song Hua stroked the cat in her arms, looking somewhat languid, "the person engaged to the Yu family should be Song Baoyi, right?"
Hearing this, Song Dalong frowned slightly. He felt that Song Hua was a bit different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different. After all, he had never looked at this adopted daughter properly even once, "You and your sister are not people from the same world. Her future is limitless, she is a phoenix soaring for nine days. Naturally, she cannot marry a cripple. It's a bargain for you."
What could a useless little wild child compare to their precious Baoyi?
Zhou Lei spoke at the right time, "The Yu family is a large and influential family. Being able to marry into it is your good fortune. Don't be ungrateful!"
The last sentence was both a warning and a reprimand.