The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool Chapter 957 - Chapter 957: Side Story – Perfect Reunion

Chapter 957 - Chapter 957: Side Story – Perfect Reunion

Chapter 957: Side Story – Perfect Reunion
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Liu Jinbao entered the house in a few steps. When he saw Old Master Liu lying on the hospital bed, his eyes turned red. He knelt on both knees and kowtowed heavily. “Grandfather, I’m unfilial.”
Old Master Liu turned around with difficulty. His blurry vision gradually cleared, and his eyes burst out with surprise. “Baby, you’re back from school…
Oh my, why are you crying? Did that little girl surnamed Song bully you again?”
Liu Jinbao looked at the maidservant beside him in confusion.
The maidservant explained, “The old master is not always sober.”
Song Jinghuan nodded. She had heard from Sister MO Yuan that it was easy to develop dementia when one was old. This was probably the case.
Thinking that Old Master Liu still remembered her beating up Liu Jinbao, Song Jinghuan stood behind the maidservant guiltily.
Liu Jinbao wiped his tears with his sleeve. “No, I’ve become friends with her now. She treats me very well.”
“Alright, alright.” Old Master Liu smiled and said, ‘You’re much better than your father, that brat who only knows how to covet my money.”
Liu Jinbao burst into tears.
“Why are you crying again?” Old Master Liu reached out his trembling hand. Liu Jinbao quickly took a few steps forward and held it.
“Darling, don’t cry anymore. Grandfather got someone to make your favorite Dragon Whiskers Crisp. It’s not for anyone else. You’re the only one who can eat it.”
“Alright.’
“I may be old, but I’m not stupid. They want my golden seal. I hid it well and won’t give it to them. My things have to be left to my darling.”
Song Jinghuan glanced at Liu Jinbao and left with the maidservant.
She didn’t know much about medicine, but after interacting with Sister MO Yuan for a long time, she could tell that Old Master Liu was old and about to die.
That afternoon, Old Master Liu did not wake up again after falling asleep.
Liu Jinbao didn’t tell him about Song Jiayue and Manager Liu’s situation, nor did he mention Liu Fugui’s background, including the fact that Eldest Master had been killed by them.
He managed to hold on until he saw his grandson. He left in peace.
At night, Song Jinghuan sat on the stone steps outside the mourning hall with Liu Jinbao.
“Have you seen your mother?”
Madam Liu fell ill after Eldest Master Liu’s accident. It seemed that she wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Song Jinghuan didn’t know if she should sympathize with him.
It was true that her relationship with Eldest Master Liu was enviable, but she was not a good mother or a good housewife.
In her sister-in-law’s words, she was a pure romantic.
“Yes, she said she was living a miserable life and asked me not to see her again.” She also said to remember to bury her with his father when she died.
Song Jinghuan pursed his lips and suddenly hated the woman she had never seen before.
How cruel was it for a mother to say such things to a son who had just lost two of his closest relatives and only had her left?
Why didn’t she think carefully before speaking? Liu Jinbao was only sixteen years old.
In the capital, unless they were like her eldest brother and second brother, most men were still messing around at the age of 16 and enjoying the love of their parents.
She could not think of this because she did not have a son in her eyes.
Or perhaps, she was still touched by her great love story.
Song Jinghuan suddenly remembered that her father and mother had an extremely good relationship. Back then, when the family met with an accident, no matter how sad and desperate her mother was, she didn’t abandon the three of them.
Compared to Madam Liu, her mother was really too good.
Song Jinghuan sighed and pressed Liu Jinbao’s head on her shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you in the future.”
At this moment, Liu Jinbao didn’t know that Song Jinghuan would really protect him for the rest of his life.
It was even to the extent that a long time later, the people in the capital would relish in saying that Song Jinghuan, the demoness on the battlefield, would put away her fangs as soon as she returned home and personally wash Master Liu’s hands.
In the end, Madam Liu did not last long. By the time the funeral was over, it was already mid-June.
Liu Jinbao had to stay in Qingping Town for the time being, but Song Jinghuan couldn’t stay for long.
Before returning to the capital, she took the time to see Shopkeeper Wang and his wife before she returned to Xiagou Village.
The fragrance powder workshop in Xiagou Village was already quite large-scale with the incense recipe left behind by Lin Shao. It was quite famous in the south.
Two years ago, Shen Yijia even gave up most of the profits. With this workshop and flower fields, Xiagou Village and the villagers in the nearby villages became richer. Every family built brick houses.
Song Dali, the bandit leader who chased after Shen Yijia, was finally conquered by Song Zhaozhao. The two of them already had three children.
There was also An Xiu’er. She was married to a widower in the same village who was alone with his son. Her body was damaged and she could not give birth, so the two of them were compatible.
As for Liu Fugui, Song Jiayue and Manager Liu had committed so many crimes. They could forget about leaving the village for the rest of their lives. Liu Jinbao wouldn’t agree to let him continue staying in the Liu family. In the end, Liu Fugui was brought back to Xiagou Village by his second uncle, Song Erlin.
He was still young. As long as he taught him well, he could change his behavior.
When they left Xiagou Village, Song Jinghuan’s horse was already filled with things that the villagers had forced on her.
When she walked far away, she could still hear Song Dali shouting, “Remember to tell grandaunt to come back often when she’s free!” She smiled. Everything seemed to be going well.
She wondered if Sister-in-law and the others had arrived yet.
It took nearly three months to travel from Great Xia to Phoenix City in the Xuanyuan Kingdom if they went as quickly as possible, or four to five months if they traveled slowly. It had only been two and a half months since Shen Yijia and the others set off, so they naturally hadn’t arrived yet.
Not only did she not arrive, but Shen Yijia even regretted it a little. If Empress Dowager Zhou wanted to see her two great-grandsons, she could have just asked the Demon Guards to bring the two of them over. Why did she have to make this trip personally?
“Be good and eat a little.” Song Jingchen coaxed her beside a stream in a city away from Phoenix City.
Shen Yijia leaned against him weakly and buried her face in his arms. “I don’t want to eat it.”
“Then tell me what you want to eat.”
Shen Yijia wanted to say that she didn’t want to eat anything, but she noticed the darkness under his eyes and smiled. “I want to eat you.”
Song Jingchen was stunned. He turned around and looked at Song Tan and Song Min’s big eyes, as if they were asking if their father was delicious. The tips of his ears turned visibly red.
Shen Yijia held back her laughter and circled his chest with her fingers. “You said you would give me whatever I wanted to eat. I want to eat you now. Are you going to give it to me?”
Song Jingchen glanced at her and naturally didn’t let go of the teasing in her eyes. He pursed his lips and said, “Tan’er, Minter, go and see if Grandmother is back.”
Song Tan and Song Min looked at each other.
“Father wants to send us away. Are we leaving?” they thought.
“Let’s go. Grandmother said that it’s hard for Mother to be pregnant with a baby. We have to be good.”
“Alright.”
After the two little ones finished exchanging glances, they ran over and muttered in Shen Yijia’s ear. Then, they left hand in hand.
Shen Yijia could not help but laugh.
The red glow spread from the tip of Song Jingchen’s ear to his face.
After laughing enough, Shen Yijia held Song Jingchen’s burning face and said mysteriously, “Your son just told me… don’t worry, we won’t snatch Father from you.
Song Jingchen stopped her.
The breeze was gentle and cold, but their hearts were burning. “Thank you for crossing space and time to come to my side.”
‘I thank you, too, for keeping my life from going blank..’