Translator: Yunyi
Song Jingwan held back her tears, lifted her head, and forced a smile on her face. "No, it's not Yaoyao's fault."
But, the more she said this, the more Zhou Manli assumed Yaoyao had bullied her.
Zhou Manli immediately had the urge to go out and speak to Song Yaoyao, "I'm going to go ask that brat whether she's trying to rebel!"
"Mom–"
Song Jingwan quickly grabbed onto Zhou Manli and shook her arm, "I really didn't argue with her. I simply missed you so much that I couldn't hold back my tears."
Even if she talked about the incident at the mountain resort, what could she change now? She could get Song Rui and Zhou Manli to side with her, but there was still a Song Wenchuan. If she wanted to kick Song Yaoyao out of the family, it was impossible with just a few words.
She had no evidence.
Since that was the case, why should she talk about it?
"Oh, my precious darling! I also missed you!" Zhou Manli breathed a sigh of relief as she hugged Song Jingwan with a proud and happy smile.
Unlike Song Yaoyao, who was a jinx, Zhou Manli believed that Song Jingwan was a lucky star that God had gifted to her. Growing up, she was well-behaved and she always tried hard in everything she did. Moreover, her grades were good and she was particularly lucky.
In the past, whenever Zhou Manli played mahjong, she used to have particularly bad luck with her hands. Then, one time, she decided to bring Song Jingwan with her. At first, she didn't notice any difference. It wasn't until her hands got smoother and smoother, and she didn't lose a single game, did Zhou Manli begin to notice the reason. After that, she was skeptical but she took Song Jingwan with her to play a few more times. Sure enough, she won 9 out of 10 times!
Adding to that, she began to feel as though Song Jingwan could foresee disasters. One time, Song Rui had to go out to a business meeting, but little Song Jingwan cried and sulked and did not let him go. Later that day, they discovered that there was a multiple car accident on the way to Song Rui's office and a large number of people were injured and dead. According to the time of the accident, if Song Rui had insisted on leaving that day, he would have driven right into it.
Every time she thought about that incident, Zhou Manli felt lucky that she gave birth to a good daughter.
Although this ability seemed to weaken with age, it didn't prevent Song Jingwan from becoming Zhou Manli's most beloved daughter; she was nothing like Song Yaoyao the jinx. Back when Song Yaoyao was born, she had caused Zhou Manli to lose an excess of blood and almost lose her life! With her around, nothing good ever happened!
Wanwan was much better.
After the mother and daughter chatted in the room for a while, Song Jingwan suggested, "Mom, I'll go fetch Yaoyao some food. After a long car ride, I bet she must be hungry."
When she heard this, Zhou Manli furrowed her brows, "She's not mentally disabled. If she's hungry, can't she find food for herself?
"She has to trouble you with everything. What a useless piece of trash!"
A smile flashed across Song Jingwan's eyes. Still maintaining her soft and gentle voice, she said, "Oh, Mom, don't say that about Yaoyao. She's actually really good!
"I'm going to go. You should head downstairs and keep Ningxi company. He was accompanying me the whole way back."
At the mention of Huo Ningxi, Song Jingwan's cheeks turned red and she blinked her eyes shyly.
Zhou Manli smiled in understanding. She nodded dotingly and touched her daughter on the nose, "I'll do as you say, okay?
"Hurry and get the food to her. After you're done, come and chat with Ningxi! Ningxi is a good child. You need to be careful!"
"Yes, I understand."
Song Jingwan waved her hand and quickly headed out of the room.
She then went downstairs, grabbed a few random pieces of pastry and fruit, and walked to the end of the corridor where Song Yaoyao's room was located.
Since no one was watching, she naturally stopped with her act and casually knocked on the door.
The door opened with a click.
The girl standing inside had wet hair up to her shoulders. Her eyelashes were moist from the steam in the bathroom and they looked darker and curled. She tilted her head as a surprised look appeared on her little face, "What's the matter?"
