"How can you say you look down on me, kid?" Song Weidong adjusted his expression in time.

Song Shuning's identity is different now, so he should be more respectful.

"What is that?" Song Shuning pretended to be confused.

Song Weidong glanced at Song Jingxi and said, "Boss Lu just told me yesterday that Zhaoxin and Jingxi went out a few times, but they didn't feel compatible. So I thought we should just forget it."

Bai Qing knew that this kind of thing could not be forced, but he did not expect that after teaching for so long, Song Jingxi could not even beat Lu Er.

She also told me that she didn't want to marry Lu Er.

"Since we are not destined to be together, we certainly can't force it." Bai Qing smiled, looking magnanimous.

Seeing that her mother had expressed her stance, Song Jingxi realized that there was no turning back on this matter, so she grinned twice.

"I thought Mr. Lu was interested in me, so I was embarrassed to reject him. Now that he has the same idea as me, there is nothing wrong with me saying it."

Song Shuning tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips. Was it necessary to save face like this at this time?

Song Weidong really liked that Song Jingxi was open-minded about this. "That's good. There are always good men in the world. Jingxi, don't worry. Dad will definitely find you a good one."

Song Jingxi nodded obediently, as if she had finally dealt with a problem.

But Song Shuning knew in her heart that even if Song Jingxi looked down on Lu Zhaoxin, she still wanted to keep him as a backup. She didn't expect that Mr. Lu would not buy it, which really slapped her in the face.

Although he did not take any action, Song Weidong did help her unintentionally.

The purpose of returning to the Song family today has been achieved. She doesn't want to waste time talking to them anymore and just wants to enjoy the food carefully.

Song Weidong wiped his sweat quietly, and Song Shuning finally shut up. If she continued to talk, he doubted whether he could continue.

This superficial peace is too difficult to maintain.

-

After lunch, the maid brought some fruit.

Song Shuning remembered another reason why he came here, "Dad, I want to take all of Mom's belongings away."

She left the Song family at the age of eighteen. She was put into a car and sent to the Meng family without any chance to take it.

After that, she was full of youthful vigor and swore never to set foot in the Song family again. If it weren't for what happened at the birthday party, she would not have made up her mind to come back.

Now that I have this opportunity, it would be a good idea to take away my mother's belongings.

Song Shuning's mother passed away when Song Shuning was ten years old.

In the car accident, the driver and Meng Zhao both died on the spot.

At that time, Song Shuning was still young and had no idea about death.

But as I grow older, every time I think of my mother, I always feel an indescribable feeling.

Every time I look at the photo album, I can't help but cry.

The little girl touched her mother's face in the photo and helplessly told about her father's partiality.

She didn't take the photo album either.

In fact, there were several times when she wanted to take the photo album away, but after finally mustering up the courage to call Song Weidong, the two of them always parted on bad terms.

Not to mention that she went back to the Song family to get her things.

This time, she wanted to take away all her precious things and not leave any of her thoughts behind in the Song residence.

Song Weidong was a little embarrassed. He heard that Song Shuning had resigned from Meng's company.

That is to say, now that Song Shuning is unemployed, he can come back and live at home.

He even had people clean up Song Shuning's old room and take out all her old things from the warehouse, hoping to play the emotional card.

Ever since Song Shuning left, Song Jingxi had converted her room into a small audio-visual room. Now it had been converted back again, which took him a lot of effort.

"Shunning, what are you going to do with it? Dad already knows that you left Meng's company. Don't live in that small apartment of yours anymore. Just move back home. After all, we are still a family."

If it was before the birthday party, Song Shuning might really move back. She is no longer young and energetic.

This is also the reason why when Song Weidong called her, she immediately agreed to attend Song Jingxi's birthday party.

But now...

"No, Dad. The villa is in the suburbs, which is a bit inconvenient. I still prefer to live in the city."

She smiled, "Is my old room still there? Or should I look for it in the warehouse?"

"Keep it, of course." Song Weidong looked at his daughter and felt a little emotional. After all, many things can never be undone.

Song Shuning nodded and went straight upstairs.

Bai Qing glanced at Song Weidong's expression and then glanced at her daughter.

Song Jingxi understood and immediately said, "Dad, is my sister still holding a grudge against me because of what happened back then? Anyway, I didn't suffer any substantial harm back then, I was just frightened. How about I apologize to my sister?"

Song Weidong's face changed. Song Jingxi said this as if he had no ability at all and was completely unable to protect her and Bai Qing. Even if he had been bullied by Song Shuning before, he had to swallow his anger, confuse right and wrong, and make the victim apologize to the perpetrator.

If word gets out that Song Weidong condones his daughter bullying his stepdaughter, how will he survive in the circle in the future?

"No need," he frowned, "She did something wrong, I certainly won't cover up for her. Jingxi, you're the one who got wronged this time. Last time, Dad saw a set of jewelry that you liked, so Dad bought it for you."

The slight melancholy that had just arisen disappeared in an instant.

Bai Qing curled the corners of her mouth slightly. How could she allow them to resume their previous relationship as father and daughter, let alone let Song Shuning return to live in the Song residence?

-

Song Shuning walked up the stairs lightly and came to his former room skillfully.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Some marks were really hard to erase. She hadn't been back to the Song residence for six years, but she still felt so familiar with the place.

When she opened the room, she found that the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as when she was eighteen years old.

Moreover, the room was spotless and didn't look like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Everything of hers was still in its original place in the drawer.

She didn't actually want to take much, just the photo album with her mother's photos and the old cell phone her mother used.

After thinking for a while, she took out another old schoolbag of hers.

This schoolbag contains the electronic products that he had discarded before. Song Shuning used to be a nostalgic person like Meng Zhao. He was unwilling to throw away the things he had used, so he kept saving them until they became a big pile.

However, ever since she was kicked out of the Song family, she has lost this habit.

There is nothing that cannot be thrown away, and it may be best to clean it up in time.

Song Shuning took out her old mobile phone from her old schoolbag. This was the phone she used before she was 18 years old, and she has been using it ever since.

Because the focus of my life at that time was school, I didn’t have much time to use my mobile phone, so I didn’t change my phone very often.

Song Shuning packed all the things he needed into his old schoolbag and went out with it on his back.

Before closing the door, she looked around the room again.

Although this room is basically the same as before and the positions of her things have not changed, she can tell that this room has just been renovated and decorated.

It seems that I made the right choice to find Ling Ruiyuan as my backer. Old Song must have put in a lot of effort.

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