boyutpedia Chapter 252 Please Let Me Free a Meal 21
Chapter 252 Please Let Me Free a Meal 21
Chapter 252 Please Let Me Free a Meal 21
During the years that Song Xianyin was studying at university, Gao Zeming was constantly traveling back and forth between China and abroad.
Sometimes when I see something I want to give her, I immediately fly over with the gift, and when I have work in China, I fly back immediately.
Song Xianyin felt that his behavior was a bit exaggerated. She once subtly told Gao Zeming that he could come to see her again every few months.
Gao Zeming verbally agreed, but continued to do things his own way.
"Boss, how long are you going to keep this up?" the bodyguard asked, hesitating to finish his sentence.
If you push yourself so hard in the early stages, you'll definitely collapse from exhaustion later on.
"Actually, you can take a rest."
"Did Miss Song instruct you to do this?" another bodyguard asked.
Does the boss's behavior seem like he's working very hard, but is it actually helpful to Miss Song?
When it comes to companionship, it seems like the eldest sister is the one who needs it more, since Miss Song is very independent.
Gao Zeming didn't feel it was a burden at all. The real burden was meeting people he didn't like, but every time he went to see Song Xianyin, he felt only joy.
"Let me know immediately if anything happens next time," Gao Zeming said hurriedly, then picked up his suitcase and boarded the plane.
The two bodyguards behind him watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but twitch their lips.
Their boss must be incredibly resilient; how many hours does he have to fly this month?
Song Xianyin's professional courses are not simple, and her language skills have not yet reached the point where she can fully understand all the content.
In addition, the course intensity was high, and she stayed up late to study almost every day.
Her biggest wish this year is to be able to sleep in until she naturally wakes up for a while.
Especially during finals week, that period was like the end of the world for Song Xianyin.
I study every day, but when I open a book, it seems like I can't remember anything.
Her classmates were all studying late into the night in the library, but she didn't like that atmosphere because seeing others working so hard only made her feel more pressured.
So she chose to stay at home, and the atmosphere at home became particularly heavy.
Gao Zeming didn't dare to say much, while Song Xianyin's resentment filled almost every corner of the house.
She studies until very late every day, and sometimes she falls asleep on her desk.
But every morning when she woke up, she found herself lying in bed. The answer to who carried her to bed was obvious.
"It's okay, we're just learning for fun, don't put too much pressure on yourselves," Gao Zeming comforted him before the exam.
Song Xianyin's face turned pale with tension. She shook her head. "No, I'm here to learn."
She studies for so long every day; if she were to stubbornly insist that she's just playing around, it would be too embarrassing to admit it.
Moreover, Song Xuanran would always boast on the phone that he had a younger sister who was studying abroad.
Song Xianyin really wanted to tell him that the "very capable" younger sister he mentioned was actually a fool who stayed up all night studying but still had mediocre grades.
She took a deep breath, waved goodbye, and turned to walk into the exam room.
I hope she doesn't fail her final exams this time, so she can have a good New Year.
Song Xianyin was very unhappy during the holiday because she was waiting for her grades every day.
Seeing that she was too nervous, Gao Zeming simply went back to China with her.
When they returned to China, Song Xuanran was vacationing on an island.
When he received the news of their return, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. How come they were back so quickly?
When Song Xianyin was away, he often thought of her. But now that she's back, he feels a little regretful, thinking that it wouldn't have been so bad if she had come back a little later.
After all, he hadn't had enough fun yet.
And once she comes back, she'll definitely start ordering him around again; he's been like her servant since he was little.
Song Xuanran dawdled home, and sure enough, as soon as he entered, he saw some unfamiliar suitcases in the living room.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone nonchalant: "Who left things lying around in my house? Come out now."
Hearing the sound, Song Xianyin walked out of the room speechlessly, "Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?"
Song Xuanran lazily slumped on the sofa and laughed, "Do you think your brother is such a heartless person? As the most responsible brother in the world, of course I have to be the first to greet my sister when she comes home."
Gao Zeming spent the Spring Festival at Song Xianyin's home this year.
The house that Song Xuanran bought was very large, and the layout was designed entirely according to the style that he and Song Xianyin liked.
The floor-to-ceiling windows provide excellent natural light, and there's also a large garden.
This was the house they had always wanted when they were kids. Song Xuanran was very satisfied with the house and even felt that it was the first truly successful thing he had ever done in his life.
These past few days, the festive atmosphere on the streets has become increasingly strong.
Song Xianyin and Song Xuanran went to the supermarket to buy groceries. While they were selecting ingredients, Song Xuanran suddenly asked, "Do you want to go see your mother?"
Song Xianyin was stunned for a moment, then looked at him blankly, "She's going to spend the New Year here?"
Song Xuanran shook his head. "No, she went home these past few days."
Song Xianyin nodded, "Sure, you can tell her that if she has time, we can have a meal together."
Seeing that she didn't seem embarrassed at all, Song Xuanran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His mother was very good to them when they were young, but a lot happened later, and he was afraid that Song Xianyin would resent her.
But Song Xianyin harbored no hatred; in fact, her memories of her mother were almost entirely blank.
All her fond childhood memories were given to her by Song Xuanran.
As she grew up, she made several more very good friends.
She knew that her past pain stemmed from her father, and had nothing to do with her mother.
I remember we talked about meeting last time, but she had something else to do and didn't go. A few years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The next day, Song Xuanran accompanied Song Xianyin to pick up Song's mother.
When Song's mother saw Song Xianyin, she was visibly flustered, but quickly smiled and said, "Xianyin, you've grown so much."
Song Xianyin smiled slightly, "Yes, Mom is still so young."
The atmosphere between them was somewhat awkward, while Song Xuanran and Song's mother were much closer, after all, they shared more memories.
During the meal, Song's mother talked about the past and couldn't help but tear up. Song Xuanran also looked a little sad.
Song Xianyin ate her meal quietly, occasionally offering a few words of comfort.
She looked at the woman in front of her carefully. Although she had some wrinkles, she was dressed well, and there were no signs of hard work on her hands. She seemed to be living a good life.
She breathed a sigh of relief; she was happy, and that was enough.
Actually, she really admires her mother.
Many women, once trapped in marriage, may never be able to escape it for the rest of their lives, but she did it and regained her own life.
After dinner, Song's mother hugged Song Xianyin somewhat awkwardly, but the hug was unusually tight.
Her eyes instantly reddened, and her voice choked with emotion: "Ayin, do you hate me?"
Song Xianyin was speechless for a moment. She felt her throat tighten, and finally just shook her head and whispered, "Mom, I don't hate you."
She was happy for her happiness.