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"Why are you like this? Be gentler."
Lu Xing squatted by Professor Song's leg, his heart aching as he reached out and gently touched her reddened skin, as if treating a broken object.
Professor Song's entire family was in the capital, yet she had specially moved to Haicheng to live.
Lu Xing thought about it and knew that there were definitely many grudges in this.
When a person is about to tell you something from the heart, and you try to interrupt with a joke, then it's over!
So he bit his tongue and forced himself to cheer up.
He was prepared to listen to stories all night!
Song Junzhu silently watched Lu Xing wipe her tears.
Although she was the one in pain, why did Lu Xing look even sadder than her?
"The ones who came today were my mother and my younger brother. Do you know what they came for?"
"I don't care what they came for. I only care if you're in a good mood."
Lu Xing's hand did not pause at all, seriously wiping her tears.
Song Junzhu suddenly smiled when she heard this answer.
Tears hung on her long, feathered eyelashes. After crying, her cold and beautiful features had an added sense of brokenness, so beautiful it was breathtaking.
"Do you watch TV shows?"
Professor Song's question was so out of the blue. Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.
"Sometimes."
Actually, not really. He didn't have the time.
At most, he would watch a few minutes of commentary to understand the latest trends, like that "Pay attention, this man is called Xiaoshuai!"
(TL: A ubiquitous phrase used in Chinese short-form video movie summaries (similar to TikTok/Reels))
"Then have you seen that one called 'In the Name of the People'? There's a character in it called Liang Lu. She's a lot like my mother."
Song Junzhu did not wait for Lu Xing's answer and said to herself.
"When my mother was young, she was played by a forty-something-year-old man. She got pregnant, and that old man ran abroad."
"My mother is so sentimental. She was carrying a bastard child and then she met a person named Shan Muqiang."
"At that time, he knelt down on the sports field and confessed, with flowers and candles, a grand scene. He was willing to be a father and even willing to marry into her family."
"This was too good. My maternal grandparents were satisfied. My mother and Shan Muqiang hit it off, and they quickly got married while she was pregnant with a bastard child."
Lu Xing suddenly felt that something was not right.
"Unfortunately."
Song Junzhu tugged at the corners of her mouth but couldn't smile at all.
"I am that bastard child."
Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment.
Marrying into a family, it sounds good at the time, but the further along you go, the greater the conflicts may be, and the more unbalanced the psychology becomes.
There will be cases of "eating the family from within" and "three generations returning to the original clan."
(TL: A cruel historical practice where relatives or outsiders would move in and seize the property of a family that had no male heirs, often mistreating the widow or daughters.)
Although Song Yaozu's surname was Song, he was, after all, Shan Muqiang's biological son. Half of his blood was Shan Muqiang's.
But Song Junzhu was not.
She didn't even know who her biological father was, and she was completely unrelated to Shan Muqiang.
Song Junzhu only felt that she was really sick today, but she really couldn't take it anymore.
"My maternal grandparents' family is very rich. With one more person, doesn't it just mean one more share of the property?"
Of course, Shan Muqiang hated her.
But he didn't dare to target Song Junzhu directly.
So he chose to raise a big flag of cultivating Song Junzhu into a talent, saying over and over that it was for her own good.
Because I'm doing this for your own good.
So all my torture, all my setbacks, all my words, are all my painstaking efforts.
Excuse me, as a stepfather, I can be so concerned about a child's studies. Isn't that enough?
But if you can't take it and collapse or commit suicide, then it's not my fault.
If you want to blame someone, blame the children these days for being too fragile psychologically.
But Shan Muqiang had never expected it.
In this environment of invisible violence, Song Junzhu actually endured it and even walked out her own path.
When Song Junzhu said these words, she was surprised to find that she was like she was talking about someone else's affairs. Her heart didn't feel a single fluctuation.
She really was crazy.
Song Junzhu didn't want to seem too pitiful, so she said.
"But it's okay. Before my maternal grandparents passed away, they left a will and gave half of their property to me."
"I am very, very, very rich."
Song Junzhu wanted to smile, but a hand suddenly wiped away the tear that had unconsciously overflowed from the corner of her eye.
"It must have been very hard."
What?
Song Junzhu couldn't smile and emphasized.
"I have enough money to spend for a lifetime."
Lu Xing held Professor Song's trembling hand. Both hands were icy cold.
He thought for a moment, conflicted, then pulled her two hands to his neck and blinked his eyes, asking.
"Not cold anymore?"
Song Junzhu gritted her teeth, her palms pressed against Lu Xing's neck, a patch of warmth. She repeated it again.
"I have enough money to spend for a lifetime. Don't you have anything to say?"
"I know."
Lu Xing's eyes were clear. He tucked a strand of long hair that had fallen in front of Professor Song's eyes behind her ear.
"I've also said it before."
"I don't care about anyone else's life or death. I only care if you're in a good mood."
"Now, compared to counting the zeros in your account, I think it's more important to stay with you and have a good sleep."
Until she was taken by Lu Xing to wash up and lie down on the bed, Song Junzhu still hadn't reacted.
She lay flat, staring at the ceiling, and asked.
"Don't you have anything to say about my family's situation?"
Something to say?
A smile was on Lu Xing's lips, but the alarm in his heart was ringing wildly.
It's finally here.
He had never commented on Professor Song's family because he knew it was risky.
No matter what, they are still a family.
If he really said something here, it might be nothing now.
But what if, in the future, Song Junzhu had a psycho episode and thought he was trying to sow discord?
It's like in life, when a young couple has a fight, and you can't stand it and insist on persuading them to break up.
But then the young couple makes up at the end of the bed after fighting at the head of the bed. After they make up, they secretly discuss it.
Holy f*ck!
Someone is trying to sow discord between us!
Great.
You're a bad person both inside and out.
Please give up the desire to help others and respect their fate.
In this kind of matter involving family background, the best thing to do is not to talk nonsense.
Of course.
Lu Xing couldn't, because this was his client.
Facing Professor Song's death question, he squatted by the bed awkwardly, pulled Professor Song's hand, and covered her eyes.
In a patch of darkness, Song Junzhu heard Lu Xing's somewhat distant voice.
"If I must say something..."
"I want to say, you're so amazing."
"To not be degenerate and accept fate in adversity, you're so amazing."
"To be able to persist in your original heart and make clear-headed progress, you're so amazing."
"To be able to endure pain and still be kind, you're so amazing."
"To be able to create a world of your own, you're so amazing."
Lu Xing curved his lips and placed the hand of a fluffy doll in Professor Song's hand.
"To have grown up well, you're so amazing."
"This is a gift for a brave child."
"Although it may be a little late."
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