Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

With her brother's death right in front of her, how could she possibly choose to marry the person who killed him?

If that's the case, does she even deserve to be called a human being?

The immense chasm is an insurmountable obstacle for them.

The choice is just a matter of a single sentence, but why is that sentence so difficult?

After struggling with her feelings for a long time, Song Nuan finally spoke, "Master Ye, you're joking. We're not a good match!"

The expectation in Leng Tingye's eyes visibly turned dangerous. "Think it over before you speak!"

A chill ran down Song Nuan's spine. "Have you thought it through?"

"Hmph..." Leng Tingye snorted coldly, "Fine, as long as you don't regret it!"

"I won't regret it!"

Although the decision-making process was difficult, Song Nuan was certain that she had made the right choice, and she would never regret it!

She had expected Leng Tingye to be angry, but to her surprise, he didn't get angry. "Since you've made up your mind, then prepare to be a good bride!"

After speaking, Song Nuan stood up, her palms sweating, after all, who could possibly guess what he was thinking?

Just as she was relaxing, Leng Tingye stopped and turned around, saying, "Oh, by the way, what kind of wedding gift do you want?"

His question surprised Song Nuan, who hadn't expected him to be thinking of preparing a wedding gift for her.

Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable reluctance to part with him, and her previously dead heart was deeply stirred.

She didn't show anything on her face, and smiled faintly, "I'll like whatever Master Ye gives me!"

Leng Tingye raised an eyebrow, "Okay!"

After saying that, he turned the car key and left.

She wondered if it was because of Leng Tingye's parting words and the expression on his face that made her feel so confused!

The atmosphere was too oppressive, so she used the excuse of getting a beauty treatment to escape from that place where she felt completely rejected.

There's no need to make up an excuse, since she's a thorn in the side of Feng Yaqin and her son, who wish she would disappear immediately.

After leaving the old house, she didn't go to the beauty salon, but instead went to the beach where she had run away that day.

As the surging river water rushed towards her, soaking her trouser legs, she did not flinch.

The seawater was icy cold, the chill spreading from the soles of her feet throughout her body. She closed her eyes, imagining how desperate her brother must have felt when he died.

Everything she had done before was to set her brother free, but now he died on the very day he came to pick her up.

Heartbroken, the salty sea breeze dried her tears, but her resolve only grew stronger: she would avenge her brother.

Her mood was no longer agitated, but gradually calmed down, though the calm was more like stagnant water, hardly capable of stirring up any ripples.

She stayed alone on the beach for a long time until she felt cold all over before leaving.

She didn't go straight back to the old house. Instead, she met with Xia He and her sister, thinking that she should give them some instructions.

It hadn't been long since they last met, but Xia He seemed like a completely different person. She looked capable and beautiful, and her eyes were no longer filled with despair but with hope.

They rushed over in a flurry of activity, and when the two sisters heard that Song Nuan was going to marry Leng Changqing, they were both surprised.

Although she rarely talks to herself about her romantic relationships, she has heard about her relationship with Ye Ye from Wu Bai.

She suddenly said she wanted to marry that scumbag, which makes one wonder what's going on!

"Sister, are you really going to marry that scumbag?!"

Song Nuan nodded numbly.

"Ah, why?" Xia He knew that Song Nuan had been forced into an engagement with the scumbag Leng Changqing by Madam Mu, so she asked in confusion, "But now no one is forcing you, is there?"

Xia Lu was even more puzzled, "Yes, sister, you can't marry a scumbag!"

The fewer people who know about this bad thing, the less trouble there will be. Song Nuan didn't want them to get involved, so she smiled and said, "Let's not talk about me anymore!"

Then, changing the subject, "How are those girls doing at school?"

"They're all much better now. With the guidance of therapists, they're gradually emerging from the shadows. Some of them are already able to think normally, and everything is moving in a positive direction..."

"At the same time, it has attracted donations from kind-hearted people in the community, and some people are setting up charitable foundations, which will ensure the school's expenses in the future."

As she spoke of these things, Xia He's eyes shone with a light of hope.

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan suddenly felt that it was all worthwhile.

In the coffee shop, sunlight streamed through the glass windows. She reached out to touch it. Although she hadn't saved her brother, she had at least allowed those who, like her, had once been unable to live in the light to do so.

This was the only place that could comfort her soul.

Song Nuan curled her hands, trying to grasp the sunlight, but the sunlight escaped through her fingers, as if it didn't belong to her.

She withdrew her hand, took a card from her bag, and handed it to Xia He. "Take this money first, as an emergency fund for the school, just in case!"

Song Nuan liquidated some of the Mu family's legitimate assets, putting them all on this card.

Xia He was confused. "Sister, keep the money. I'll ask you for it when I need it!"

She sensed something from Song Nuan's words, and her tone was full of worry, "Sister, are you in some kind of danger...?"

Song Nuan smiled calmly, "Why would you think that? I'll be quite busy after we get married, and I'm afraid I won't be able to manage everything during our honeymoon and travel!"

Xia He still felt uneasy, but since Song Nuan had said so, she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

When I got back, I saw Wu Bai standing downstairs at the apartment from afar, carrying a bag of vegetables and some snacks.

Xia Lu nudged Xia He with her elbow, "Sister, Brother Wu Bai is here to cook you something delicious again!"

Xia He said somewhat embarrassedly, "I saw it!"

Wu Bai, carrying vegetables in both hands, greeted Xia He with a simple, honest smile, but didn't say anything, just lowered his head and grinned foolishly.

"Why don't you go up yourself?" Xia He said gently.

"I'll wait for you!" Wu Bai said shyly.

"Okay, let's go up together!" Xia He said, reaching for the bag in Wu Bai's hand. "I'll help you carry it!"

Wu Bai dodged to the side, and Xia He didn't even touch the bag.

"no!"

Xia He explained, "I can bring it up!"

"How can you do such hard work? I'm strong, I can do it!" Wu Bai pouted and said, "Don't you believe I can lift it?"

Before Xia He could speak, he held up the two bags in his hands high, "See, I can do it!"

The Xia and He sisters were amused by Wu Bai's behavior.

Back at the apartment, Xia Lu didn't want to be a third wheel, so she went straight to her room.

Wu Bai put down the dishes, didn't even drink a sip of water, and went straight to the kitchen. He said to Xia He, "You must be hungry. Take a rest for a bit, I'll make it quickly!"

"I'm not hungry!" she said, washing her hands and walking into the kitchen. "I'll help!"

Wu Bai blocked Xia He with his arm, saying, "I don't need your help. The fumes are too strong and bad for your health!"

Unable to resist, Xia He stood at the door and said, "Okay, I won't do anything. Can I just chat with you?"

Wu Bai then smiled and nodded, "Mm!"

"Did Sister Song and Master Ye have a fight?"