Xia Qie wanted to refute Song Lingzhao’s words. What does he an by it was because of him that they lost their mother? Obviously, it was that woman’s own ugly deeds. If she didn’t say it, does it an no one would know for life?
He didn’t believe it at all.
But when he thought of his five-year-old sister Ying, who hadn’t cried or made a fuss at the morial, her small face was pale and colorless, her eyes vacant and full of apology, his heart felt a bit uneasy.
"That’s my sister, of course I’ll take care of her. Do you need to tell that?"
"That’s good, if there’s nothing else, I’m leaving." Song Lingzhao stood up.
Xia Qie called out to him with a "Hey! Where are you going? The dishes haven’t been served yet. Why leave? I specially ordered a table full of good dishes to treat you."
Song Lingzhao glanced at him sideways and said, "Even though you’re not in official mourning, it’s still within the mourning period, so can you eat at?"
"I won’t eat it, you eat it."
Song Lingzhao chuckled, "You’re such a little tyrant, so kind to sit and watch eat at? Could it be that you’re craving at yourself, and intentionally set up this situation to invite out, order a table full of at, and then eat so yourself? If soone says you ate at, you’ll bla it on , saying it was who invited you to eat?"
Xia Qie: "..."
Damn, this little prince of mine is known as the bully of the capital, and I’ve never t soone so imaginative. Is his head filled with nothing but conspiracy and tricks?
Wasn’t it said that the second young master of the Song Family is an upright, straightforward person?
"Are you actually my third brother, Song San?" Xia Qie eyed him up and down, asking warily.
It’s said that the third young master Song San is like a reincarnated fox, full of cunning and especially good at scheming.
"I invited the second brother, Song Ling." Xia Qie was ready to run at any mont.
Song Lingzhao was successfully amused, saying, "If it were my younger brother, how could he waste so many words with you?"
Xia Qie pouted, feeling a bit hurt.
Song Lingzhao sat down again and instructed the servant to change to a vegetarian al, to avoid drawing criticism.
Seeing this, Xia Qie’s eyes moved slightly but he didn’t stop it. He thought for a mont and asked, "Second Brother Song, do you think I shouldn’t have told my grandfather about that woman? If I hadn’t, Ying wouldn’t have lost her mother."
"Oh, by your tone, has the little tyrant found a conscience and thinks he made his sister lose her mother too young?"
Xia Qie’s face flushed, "I’m speaking seriously with you, and you... you look down on , not wanting to talk with , afraid this Xia family mber will drag you down, right? If so, you can leave."
Song Lingzhao was stunned for a mont, seeing the little guy’s eyes full of anger yet a bit hurt, he laughed awkwardly twice, "What’s wrong, are you angry?"
Xia Qie crossed his arms, huffed, and turned his face away.
Well, he really is angry.
Song Lingzhao flicked his chubby cheek and said, "I’m just joking with you, as n, don’t be so petty. This ti it’s my fault, brother apologizes with tea instead of wine."
He raised his cup and clinked it against Xia Qie’s.
Xia Qie’s face relaxed a bit, but he still kept a stern expression.
"Okay, stop pretending to be a grown-up who’s angry. You just asked if you should or shouldn’t have. If it were on the day of the funeral, I might not have been able to answer you, but I did talk about this with my grandmother that day."
Xia Qie’s expression changed, "You talked with your grandmother?"
Damn, is this kid really that untrustworthy with secrets?
"My grandmother was also there at the ti." Song Lingzhao rolled his eyes and said, "Also, don’t imagine my grandmother being so bad. She’s too dignified to spread these trivial things everywhere. In my grandmother’s words, she disdains using such topics to attract attention."
Xia Qie felt relieved. Well, the Old Madam does seem quite noble and upright.
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