âIâve already told them. They promised that they wonât post something like that next time.â Song Jingwan forced a smile and shook Zhou Manliâs arm. âIâll be fine after a while!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAlright, you should go back to your room and lie down for a while. Seriously, these people!â Zhou Manli cursed while patting Song Jingwanâs head and telling her to get some rest.
âYes, yes.â Song Jingwan nodded and leaned over to kiss Zhou Manli. âMom, Happy New Year!â
Zhou Manli beamed. âHappy New Year. I wish our Wanwan will become more and more beautiful!â
âThen Iâll go upstairs first!â
Song Jingwan had just gone upstairs when the sound of a car engine came from outside the back door.
Zhou Manliâs face instantly drooped. She pulled up her shawl and sat down on the sofa.
Song Wenchuan massaged between his brows. He had just entered the house with a pale face when a sharp and ear-piercing voice pierced his head so hard that it felt like it was about to explode.
âYou still know to come back? Itâs the New Year, yet you were running around instead of staying at home!â
âMomâ¦â
âDonât call me Mom. Iâll just pretend that I donât have a son like you!â Zhou Manliâs chest rose and fell violently; she did not look pleased. She stood up and walked to Song Wenchuanâs side, âHow many times have I called you tonight? Other peopleâs families were having a reunion while you left early in the morning and did not return all day! Have you ever thought that if anything happens to you again, how Iâm supposed to live?â
âIâm sorryâ¦â
Song Wenchuan did not know how to explain. Did he have to say that he had no memory of the entire day? He had no idea what he had done, who he had met, or what he had said.
His temples were throbbing with pain. Zhou Manliâs voice was like a needle, constantly stabbing his Achilleâs Heel.
âThatâs not what I want to hear! What I want to know is who you met!â
Zhou Manli narrowed her eyes and sized up Song Wenchuan with an unfriendly expression. She suddenly thought of a possibility and lowered her voice. âYou didnât go to see that wretched girl, did you? Did you go to the Huo Manor?â
Song Wenchuan frowned slightly. âI donât know.â
What he said was the truth, but to Zhou Manli, it sounded like he was just brushing her off.
She was so angry that she laughed instead, âYou donât know? Donât tell me you lost your memory again! Whatâs so good about that wretched girl? She even made you abandon your parents! How does Jingwan not compare to her? Moreover, she is full of bad luck! Let me tell you, donât keep thinking about her. Youâd better stay away from her! In caseââ
âIn case what?!â
Song Wenchuan took a deep breath and raised his head. âMom, can you not always have so many prejudices against Yaoyao? What evidence do you have to prove that sheâs a jinx and that all the bad luck was brought about by her? Oneâs luck is always uncertain. Moreover, the person who sat with me in the car accident was Jingwan, not Yaoyao! If thatâs the case, then can I also say that Jingwan isââ
Slap!
âShut up!â
Zhou Manliâs eyes were wide open, looking mean and bitter. She gave Song Wenchuan a hard slap on the face, directly hitting back all the words that he did not have the time to say.
âI finally understand. Youâre on the same side as that wretched girl! My pitiful Wanwan. She was wondering where her brother went all night, yet youâre slandering her right now!â
âThis is simply unreasonableâ¦â
Song Wenchuan facepalmed. His mood was extremely bad.
He increasingly did not want to return to this family. He did not understand. It was clearly a very normal family combination, but why did they get along so abnormally?