Translator: Yunyi
Song Yaoyao shook her head and sat in the chair, shaking her legs out of boredom.
âThereâs no need to trouble you.â Her voice was gentle, obedient, and soft.
However, Song Wenchuan was not used to it. He felt that she was being too polite.
âYaoyao...â
He slowly walked to Song Yaoyaoâs side and squatted down. His gaze swept up her body and looked into her eyes.
âWhether you believe it or not, in my heart, you will always be my little sister.â
She had been his little sister for more than ten years. How could the words ânot related by bloodâ easily erase everything?
Perhaps the other members of the Song Family could easily end all of this, but Song Wenchuan could not.
The manâs eyes were clear and bright. When he did not smile, his facial features were slightly sharp.
Song Yaoyao nodded. âI know.â
Song Wenchuan smiled bitterly. âYou should blame us. After all, youâve suffered a lot in the Song Family over the years. I am no exception.â
The former Song Yaoyao was afraid of him. Before he could say anything, she would always flee.
He was older than Song Jingwan and Song Yaoyao. When they were in junior high, Song Wenchuan had already entered the company to help. Therefore, he didnât know much about the relationship between the two sisters.
Even if he wanted to, he couldnât do anything about it.
Unless, of course, he could completely separate Song Yaoyao from Song Jingwan by letting Song Yaoyao leave to live somewhere else and study.
But that was obviously unrealistic.
âI donât blame you, really.â
Song Yaoyao was very sincere. As for the former Song Yaoyao, whether she blamed the Song Family or Song Wenchuan, Song Yaoyao didnât know.
She clearly remembered who treated her well and who didnât.
âForget it.â
Song Wenchuan smiled, rubbed the space between his eyebrows and stood up. âCan you stay? Letâs have lunch together.â
âSure, but I still have other things to do. Call me after you finish your work, Big Brother.â
Song Yaoyao tilted her head and jumped off the chair.
She took out a gift box from her bag and handed it to Song Wenchuan. âHere, this is for you to play with.â
âFor me?â
Song Wenchuan was flattered. He took it. âCan I open it?â
âOf course.â
Song Yaoyao put her hands behind her back and smiled sweetly.
The gift box was gray, and inside it was a crystal Rubikâs Cube. It was cold to the touch and very textured.
Even though Song Wenchuan rarely played with this thing since he was young, it was given to him by Song Yaoyao, so the meaning was naturally different.
âThank you, I like it very much.â
âItâs good that you like it. Iâll be leaving first then.â
Song Yaoyao waved her hand and walked out of the office briskly.
Song Wenchuan watched her leave and looked at the Rubikâs Cube in his hand. He couldnât help but smile.
This was a gift from Yaoyao to him...
He played with the Rubikâs Cube with anticipation and excitement.
A few minutes later...
Song Wenchuanâs face was numb as he put the Rubikâs Cube back into the box.
He decided to treat this as an accessory.
This thing wasnât suitable for him!
...
Song Yaoyao walked out of Song Corporation with light steps.
The sky was blue and a cool breeze was blowing.
âMiss Song.â
âLetâs go to Yulan Culture.â
At the entrance of Song Corporation, a luxurious car stopped steadily.
Song Jingwan stepped out and saw a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. However, the other party didnât notice her at all. She got into the car and left quickly.
Her gaze turned cold. She was sure that she hadnât seen wrongly.
Song Yaoyao, what was she doing at Song Corporation?
âGood morning, Eldest Miss.â
âEldest Miss.â
Song Jingwan was wearing high heels and a green dress. She had a demure and elegant temperament.
Everywhere she passed, people greeted her.