"His father was the only music teacher in the area, and he could play the piano and the violin. I was also a local intellectual, and I was so powerful at that time... If it weren't for Axuan... If she had never come to our house, it would have been great."
Old Mrs. Song's voice was filled with regret. "I raised her for three years like my own daughter. Even if I raised a dog, I would know to recognize its owner and repay the kindness. But Xuan left so abruptly on that day. It was like giving us a loud slap in the face!" As she said this, she waved her hand in hatred and struck her heart.
Song Yifan was startled and quickly stopped her, shouting, "Mom!"
Old Mrs. Song burst into tears. "It hurts! That slap felt like it hit me on the face. After all these years, it still hurts like hell! How much hatred do I have against her? Ah? She left a note and disappeared without a trace. Now I don't even know if she's dead or alive. I hate her so much!"
Su Qianci felt sad when she saw her crying.
He took out a tissue and wiped it on Old Mrs. Song's face.
Old Lady Song suddenly reached out and held Su Qianci's hand, her voice firm and resolute: "A Xuan!"
Su Qianci was startled and shivered all over.
Li Sicheng immediately went forward to hug her and stretched out his hands to pry open Old Lady Song's hands.
However, Song Yifan stopped him and shook his head gently.
Su Qianci was a little scared. She looked at Old Lady Song and shouted, "Grandma, I'm Qianci, not Rongxuan."
"Hey..." Old Lady Song responded, her eyes softened, "Shout again, grandma loves to hear it."
"Grandma..." Su Qianci's voice sounded a little timid.
Old Mrs. Song smiled with relief, reached out her hand, and touched her hair, "Be good, grandma will cook for you. Is the one behind you your boyfriend?"
"He is my husband and we are married."
"Oh... married, Yifan's daughter is married, old, old..." Mrs. Song's voice was a little dazed, and she was about to stand up and said, "I'll go cook."
Song Yifan held the old lady down and said softly, "Mom, let's go out to eat. Sister Yang is going home for the New Year. Let's go out to eat, okay?"
"It's such a waste of money to go to a restaurant. If your father knew about this, he would scold you to death."
"It's Chinese New Year, just once, okay?"
Old Mrs. Song gave him a reproachful look and pointed at him, "You!"
"Come on, Mom, I'll take you to eat."
Song Yifan supported the old lady, walking very slowly.
Su Qianci looked at their backs and felt a little sad.
This family has become like this because of Rong Xuan.
If Rong Xuan hadn't intervened for three years, Song Yifan would have definitely married and had children by now, and Sheng Ximing wouldn't have had to suffer for so long.
Su Qianci had never told anyone about her meeting with Rong Xuan some time ago, but now, she wanted to tell it.
After lunch, Song Yifan coaxed the old lady to go to sleep, and then came out again.
Su Qianci got straight to the point, "I met Rong Xuan some time ago."
Song Yifan was disinfecting the gap, holding a tea clip and a blue and white porcelain tea cup in his hand. When he heard Su Qianci's words, the thin quilt fell on the table with a crisp sound.
But miraculously, everything was fine.
Song Yifan felt the same way.
With a slight smile, Song Yifan continued what he was doing and said, "How is that possible? She's already dead."
"It's true. I was in the hospital some time ago, and when I went to see Mr. Rong..." Su Qianci's voice suddenly stopped, "Wait, Rong Xuan, Rong Haiyue, are there any relationships between them?"
(End of this chapter)