Once upon a time, Song Jingwan rejoiced that the Song Yaoyao she hated so much did not look like her.
But nowâ¦there was Mu Weiâ¦
Zhou Manli had not returned from her shopping trip, and Song Rui was barely home.
Song Wenchuan came downstairs with his coat slung across his arm and saw Song Jingwan walking in with a sullen face.
âWhatâs wrong with your hair? Did someone bully you?â
Song Jingwanâs footsteps paused slightly. She clenched the hands beside her and slowly raised her head.
After the argument at the hospital, Song Jingwan had not spoken to Song Wenchuan for a very, very long time. It could not be denied that even now, Song Jingwan still held a grudge against him.
âAre you still angry?â
Song Wenchuan held his forehead. He handed the coat to the maid. âWash it.â
âIf itâs because of what happened last time, then I apologize to you. My words may have been a little harsh, but Jingwan, I really think that the entertainment industry isnât suitable for you. Youâre very outstanding. At least finish university first. When your personality has settled down and youâve matured, then I wonât stop you if you still insist on becoming an actress.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Because of these words, Song Jingwan felt a little better.
She pursed her lips. A layer of mist quickly appeared in her eyes, and her voice was weak, âBut Iâ¦I really like that industry, Brother. Itâs been a long time since Iâve liked something so much. I promise that I wonât fall behind in my studies. Can you help me?â
As long as Song Wenchuan was willing to nod his head, it would be a piece of cake for her to get Mu Weiâs role.
Song Wenchuan closed his eyes and said, âThis matter is not negotiable. I wonât help you. If you insist, I wonât stop you.
Unfortunately, Song Jingwan didnât really care whether she got any help from him, even though Song Wenchuanâs original intention was to make Song Jingwan back down. After all, the college entrance exams were in a few months.
Although with their background, they didnât care if she could get the top score in the college entrance exam and which college she went to, her grades were the key.
Even if she went to a foreign university, just having money wasnât enough to get into a higher education institution.
It wasnât like there wasnât a more powerful family than the Songs?
âEven if I beg you?â
Song Jingwan held back her tears and laughed out of anger. âEven if I beg you to help me, you wonât do it?â
âJingwanâ¦â Song Wenchuanâs temples throbbed. âI told you, you should at least get into university first. After thatâ¦â
âThere is no after! I donât need you to care about me.â
She turned around with a dark expression and left without looking back.
She pretended not to hear Song Wenchuan calling her from behind.
The servant who had worked for the Song Family for more than ten years sighed when she saw this and handed a note to Song Wenchuan. âYoung Master, this fell out of your pocket. Ehhhâ¦what happened to Second Miss recently? Did you quarrel with her, Young Master?â
âOkay, you can go back to what you were doing.â
The servant acknowledged him and left to do his work.
Song Wenchuan was the only one left in the living room. He sat in his wheelchair and looked at this home that he had lived in for more than twenty years. Suddenly, he felt a sense of strangeness.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the piece of paper. The familiar folding method made Song Wenchuan feel a sense of absurdity.
From resistance to irritation, and now irony.
In fact, it had not been a long time since he last saw it.
âTo Song: Your employees are really terrible at their jobs. I fired a few useless people for you. Youâre welcome. Oh, and I used your money to invest and make a small profit. Iâll take some of it. The rest will be considered a reward.â