nucmednet Chapter 507 My New Sister-in-law
Chapter 507 My New Sister-in-law
Chapter 507 My New Sister-in-law
The drizzle in Kuncheng gradually stopped, and the fine raindrops slowly withered away like silver threads, as if it was a temporary comfort for Song Lan after venting his anger.
The car slowly drove into the spacious and quiet courtyard of the Goldsmith Bay Villa, leaving two shallow marks on the wet ground.
Song Lan took out a pack of tissues from her exquisite bag with an innocent look on her face. The leather of the bag was delicate and had a soft luster. She bought it by chance when she was in Paris.
She skillfully opened the tissue package, took out one and handed it to Song Shijie, her movements elegant and natural.
While scolding, he said, "Brother, look at you, it seems like I am bullying you again, wipe it off quickly!
If mom saw it, she would think I was playing tricks on you like when we were kids!" Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of intimacy and coquettishness.
Song Shijie took the tissue, his hands trembling slightly, and said while wiping his tears: "Xiao Lan is the smartest, even if my brother lives to old age, he can never catch up with you.
Without your contribution, our company's chip technology would not have made its mark in the business world today!"
His eyes were full of gratitude and admiration, as if Song Lan was a hero who saved the company from disaster.
Rong Shishan pulled the handbrake and picked up an umbrella from the passenger seat. He pushed open the car door and opened the umbrella with quick and gentlemanly movements, then opened the back door.
Song Lan got out of the car steadily. She was wearing a well-tailored black lace dress, her brother's suit jacket, and a pair of exquisite high heels. Under the cover of an umbrella, she stepped out of the car gracefully.
Song Shijie got out of the car immediately, took the umbrella and said, "Laorong, go back! Drive slowly on the road."
Rong Shishan nodded, then got into the car. The car slowly drove out of the yard and disappeared at the end of the rain.
Song Shijie put his arm around his sister's shoulders, and the two of them walked straight to the living room. Their steps were steady and firm, as if they were calm after going through a lot.
As soon as I reached the door, Aunt Zhao hurriedly took the umbrella and said with a respectful smile on her face: "Oh, the master and the eldest lady are back?" Her voice was soft and full of concern.
Song Shijie ordered: "Aunt Zhao, prepare some ginger soup to warm your stomach."
"Okay, sir." After saying that, Aunt Zhao put the umbrella into the umbrella stand, turned around and walked towards the kitchen with brisk and neat steps.
Shen Rou came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of Tremella and lotus seed soup. The soup in the bowl was warm in color and exuded a faint sweet fragrance.
She saw a beautiful lady walking into the living room with Song Shijie's support. Just as she was at a loss, she heard the woman softly call out, "Mom, Xiaolan is back to see you!"
At this moment, the old lady leaning on the chaise longue was looking at the various photos of them father and son that Mu Xiaoji had taken during this period of time on her mobile phone with Xiao Yue.
The old lady wore a pair of exquisite reading glasses, her eyes narrowed into slits, and she said with a smile: "Oh, stinky baby, have you finally forgiven your father?"
Xiao Yue said with a smile: "Well, although there is still a knot in my heart, but I know that things have come to this point, and I can't keep seeing my enemy for the rest of my life!
Moreover, in his dream, Choubao's little daddy blamed him, and when he woke up he felt really bad about it!"
"Really? This child is just like Cheng Yu, so stubborn." The old lady said with a loving look on her face.
Xiao Yue nodded in agreement with a smile. The old lady happily pointed to a photo of Mu Xiaoji sleeping. Chou Bao drew a cat face on his face with a brush. Xiao Yue took a photo of the two of them.
He smiled and said, "Stinky baby, you are just naughty. Is your eldest grandson angry when he wakes up?"
"Grandma, no. The young master is very gentle. Rather than saying that I stay by his side to take care of him, it's better to say that I am just stealing a half day of leisure from my busy life! So, it's more interesting for me to come back to your side and take care of you!"
"Haha...you're destined to worry all your life." The old lady tapped Xiao Yue on the head lovingly.
They were chatting happily when they heard a familiar voice. Xiao Yue slowly stood up with his phone in hand and looked towards the source of the voice. The old lady also looked over at the same time.
Xiao Yue saw the eldest lady whom he hadn't seen for many years and said in surprise: "Eldest lady!"
The old lady shouted with trembling hands, "Lan'er... my Lan'er is back."
Song Lan walked towards the old lady with a smile, her eyes full of longing and guilt. She held the old lady's hands tightly, knelt in front of her and said, "Mom, I haven't been by your side for these years. I am unfilial."
The old lady asked with tears in her eyes: "Lan'er, where have you been all these years? I miss you so much."
Song Lan said coquettishly: "Mom, the company suddenly changed, and the cooperation in Paris was suddenly interrupted. I can't explain to the partners.
I also lost contact with the company, and I also lost contact with Lei'er and Zhenhai. I was trapped in Paris, not only facing huge claims from partners, but also dealing with complex local business disputes.
Those partners united and accused us of breach of contract, and even mobilized local forces to put pressure on me.
I live under tremendous pressure every day, running around looking for solutions, but I still have no clue.
In order to cover the liability for the breach of contract, I almost exhausted my savings and had to sell some properties and jewelry in Paris.
Moreover, my domestic company was paralyzed at the time, and no one could help me. I was isolated and helpless, and there was no way for me to return home. "Song Lan's voice trembled slightly, and a trace of painful memories flashed in his eyes.
The old lady stroked Song Lan's cheek and apologized, "I'm sorry, Lan'er, it's Mom's fault. The company was paralyzed but I lived in Sanya and didn't know anything about the company's changes. I'm sorry for making you suffer!"
The old lady's eyes were full of heartache and self-blame. She held Song Lan's hand tightly, as if she wanted to make up for all the wrongs she had incurred over the years.
Xiao Yue hurried forward and held Song Lan's arm steadily, his tone full of concern: "Miss, please get up quickly, the ground is cold, please sit down and talk.
Look at your thin clothes, don't catch a cold, I'll get grandma's cloak for you." Xiao Yue said, patting Song Lan's hand gently and preparing to leave to get the cloak.
Song Lan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile and said: "Thank you, Xiaoyue, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have matured a lot." There was some admiration in her eyes as she looked at the little girl in front of her.
After hearing this, Xiao Yue lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, a blush appeared on his face, and he said softly:
"Once upon a time, I was still a little girl, doing nothing but cleaning up the house all day long.
Time flies, and now I am not young anymore, I am almost 40 years old." She sighed slightly, as if she was lamenting the rapid passage of time.
Song Lan's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of surprise in them: "Really? Time flies so fast, and you have been with grandma for more than 20 years without realizing it?"
Her tone was full of emotion, as if the past years were emerging before her eyes one by one.
The old lady sat aside and nodded gently, her eyes full of satisfaction: "That's right! This child has been considerate since she was young. Over the years, I have been able to use her smoothly and can't do without her nagging."
As the old lady spoke, she reached out and gently patted the empty seat next to her, motioning for Song Lan to sit down.
A trace of guilt emerged on Song Lan's face, and her brows furrowed slightly: "Then... doesn't that mean that I have delayed someone's lifelong event?" She looked at Xiao Yue with a complicated look, her heart full of apology.
Xiao Yue's cheeks turned red instantly, and she shook her head with a firm look in her eyes and said, "Xiao Yue will not get married, and will stay with grandma for the rest of her life." After saying that, she bowed slightly and walked quickly to the old lady's room in the backyard.
At this time, Song Shijie took Shen Rou and walked closer to Song Lan. With a gentle smile on his face, he introduced: "Rou'er, this is my sister Song Lan." His tone was full of intimacy, as if he was introducing the most important person to Shen Rou.
Song Lan slowly turned her head and her eyes fell on Shen Rou, looking her up and down. There was a trace of scrutiny in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she said in a gloomy tone:
"Is this my new sister-in-law?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, making it hard to tell what she meant.
Song Shijie frowned slightly and quickly corrected him, "Xiao Lan, Shen Rou was my first love in G City. Due to family changes, we were delayed from being together for more than 20 years.
Now I was forced to leave the house by Su Zhouhe, but luckily God has blessed me and allowed me to find her. For the rest of my life, Rouer and I will be together, right?" His tone was filled with a hint of helplessness, but more of it was expectation for the future.
After hearing this, Song Lan smiled slyly, with a hint of meaning in her eyes, and said: "That's right, the relationship is reunited. Congratulations, new sister-in-law. Uh no, sister-in-law. Hum..."
As she spoke, she walked forward and gently held Shen Rou's hand. It seemed intimate, but it made people feel a little distant.
Song Lan seemed to suddenly think of something, and tilted her head slightly and asked, "That... Chenxi? Chenxi is the sickly child born by my sister-in-law?" As soon as she said this, the atmosphere instantly became a little awkward.
Shen Rou's expression changed slightly, a trace of pain and guilt flashed across her face, and she said awkwardly:
"I am sorry to Ajie and Chenxi. If it weren't for me, Chenxi wouldn't have been wandering around without anyone to rely on for more than 20 years.
He is physically disabled and weak, and it is also the root cause of his childhood illness. "Shen Rou said, her eyes slightly moist, and tears flashed in her eyes.
Seeing this, Song Shijie patted Shen Rou's shoulder in a soothing manner, asked her to sit on the sofa, sighed softly and said, "Don't talk about the past anymore, it's all my fault for being incompetent, hi..."
His eyes were full of self-blame and helplessness, as if those past regrets could never be made up for.
With a meaningful smile on her face, Song Lan walked slowly to the old lady with light but deliberate steps and sat down gracefully.
She took the old lady's hand, which was full of traces of time, and said in a soft but sharp voice: "It's not bad to be sick. Mom still has a big grandson after all.
So what if they are healthy? They can’t reach my side either! Mom, don’t you think so? "
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly and looked at Song Shijie with a barely perceptible inquiry in her eyes, as if she was waiting for her mother's response, or as if she was deliberately bringing up a sensitive topic.
The old lady's originally kind face was instantly covered with a layer of gloom, and her eyes were full of helplessness and endless sorrow.
She sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to carry countless vicissitudes and sorrows.
"Lan'er, you don't know yet?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, tears began to slide down her eyes uncontrollably again, drop by drop, falling on the back of her wrinkled hand.
Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but her words were choked in her throat. She looked as if she was hiding a secret too heavy to speak of, and as if her heart was gripped by the pain of the past, and she could not calm down for a while.