She truly hated her identity, hated being a Song, being a descendant of the Song Family, being his niece!
Fate is unfair!
These four words flashed through her mind!
And her phone rang at that mont. She picked it up, glanced at it, and squinted.
Because on the other end of the line was Aunt Hui from the Song Mansion.
Song Qingyang was slightly taken aback, not knowing why Aunt Hui was calling her, but matters and people related to the Song Mansion were always sensitive to her.
So, she picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is this Miss Qingyang? It’s Xu Hui!"
Song Qingyang made an "Mm" sound and asked, "Aunt Hui, you called . Is there sothing you need?"
"It’s like this..." Aunt Hui paused, then said, "Not long ago, didn’t Miss Qingyang transplant a rose at the Song Mansion?
These past couple of days, Mr. saw it, and apparently, he doesn’t quite like roses, so he had it moved. However, since this rose was a token of Miss Qingyang’s goodwill towards Mr. and the Song Mansion, I felt it necessary to inform you...
But Miss Qingyang, please don’t misunderstand. Although Mr. had the rose moved, he didn’t just ignore it; instead, he instructed soone to send it to the old residence, where it was planted in the back garden!"
Song Qingyang’s knuckles tightened on her phone, a pang of pain crossing her heart.
Her favorite flower in life was the rose, not because it was particularly beautiful or vibrant.
rely because the flower’s blooming period was long, its vitality strong, virtually blooming from May to November for half a year, month after month.
Moreover, each ti it blood, it was so bright and sunny, as if each mont of blooming was a mont of hope.
Of course, she liked roses for another reason, which was that the flower language of roses is: waiting for hopeful hope.
She didn’t know if the love hidden deep within her heart still held hope, but there’s no doubt that she was always waiting, with the waiting cycle being very long, very long.
From when she was seven until now, a full nineteen years!
Song Qingyang made an "Mm" sound, but ultimately said nothing.
What else could she say? The decisions made by that man could never be changed by anyone.
Even Yu Yao couldn’t do anything about him, so what could she possibly do?
She said, "Okay, I understand. Is there anything else, Aunt Hui? If not, I’ll hang up first..."
"Wait, Miss Qingyang..." Aunt Hui stopped her, saying, "Actually, I have another matter I’d like to ask you for help with..."
Song Qingyang felt a bit tired, her voice was faint as she asked, "What is it? Go ahead."
Aunt Hui said, "It’s like this, I heard from Aunt Tong that lately the old lady’s ntal state isn’t too good, and Mr. has been busy taking care of Lady, so it’s inevitable that she’s been neglected. Miss Qingyang, you used to be close with the old lady, and she really likes you, so I wanted to ask if you could spare so ti to visit her at the old residence more often, just as a way... just as a way to show filial piety on behalf of Mr.!"
Shi Nuan’s recent health issues were sothing Song Qingyang knew about, but she didn’t care about it, nor did she feel it had anything to do with her.
As for Song Yansheng personally taking care of her, she didn’t even need to think to know, after all, that girl had been on his mind for so many years!
She responded faintly, "Okay, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up then!"
Receiving Song Qingyang’s response, Aunt Hui had nothing more to say, responded, and hung up the phone.
anwhile, Song Qingyang continued her eting with Shen Jiu’er, not ntioning it again. Focusing instead on Song Yansheng.
He said he wanted to cook dinner for Shi Nuan himself, and he wasn’t just saying it casually.
He was quite good at cooking, often cooking for himself abroad, but after returning ho, he rarely did.
Especially after coming to the Song Mansion, with so many servants to take care of things, naturally, he didn’t need to do much.
His interest in cooking arose only after Shi Nuan ca to the Song Mansion.
Song Yansheng prepared four dishes and a soup, and also cooked pumpkin porridge, all of which were Shi Nuan’s favorites, and he was quite satisfied with it.
Afterward, he instructed Aunt Hui to go upstairs and call Shi Nuan to tell her that dinner was ready, to which Aunt Hui agreed and went upstairs.
Shi Nuan had been lightly sleeping for less than an hour and a half when she heard a knock on the door and woke up.
She got up to open the door. Aunt Hui stood at the doorway, politely saying, "Lady, Mr. asked you to co downstairs to eat; he’s waiting for you in the dining room!"
Shi Nuan nodded, saying she would freshen up and co down shortly.
After Aunt Hui left, Shi Nuan went to the bathroom, tidied herself up a bit, and then went downstairs.
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