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“Treasure What happened to her?” Song Pearl asked cautiously. It was the first time she had seen her since Wu Yuqian fell down the stairs.
“Don’t call her Treasure!” Liu Cuiying said, still angry. “A child doesn’t dislike their mother’s ugliness, and a dog doesn’t mind a poor home. This Girl actually doesn’t want to come back. I will not have such a disobedient daughter!”
Song Pearl lowered her head and smiled faintly. Not long ago, Liu Cuiying was praising Wu Yuqian for being the most considerate, but in the blink of an eye, she had become an unfilial daughter.
“Doesn’t want to come back?” Song Pearl asked. “What made you think of bringing her back?”
“It’s not good for her to always stay at Wu Qiang’s house! Now that your identities have changed, how can she still shamelessly stay at your house? This is unacceptable!”
“She has gotten used to living there, and besides, there are great opportunities for development in big cities. You don’t need to force her to come back.”
“Sigh, Pearl…” Liu Cuiying lowered her gaze, a hint of sadness in her eyes, and her voice choked slightly. She felt regretful for her own actions; it was a bitter feeling inside.
“I know you and Dad aren’t working today, so I specially bought some ingredients. Let’s make dumplings!” Song Pearl changed the subject. It would be nice if the family could be like before, but now there was an added layer of estrangement.
“Okay, we haven’t had dumplings in a long time,” Liu Cuiying rubbed her eyes. “Pearl, you sit and rest… Your dad, you pick the vegetables while I prepare the dough…”
“Are you doing well at their house?” Song Shiting asked. “They haven’t given you a hard time, right?”
“Pretty good.” Song Pearl wanted to help pick vegetables but was stopped by Song Shiting.
“You rest; I’ll do it.”
“I’ll make the wrappers later!” Song Pearl said, bored as she fiddled with her fingers. “How about I go find Treasure and bring her back to eat dumplings together?”
"What's the matter? Who knows where she ran off to!" Liu Cuiying said irritably.
Song Pearl took out her phone and dialed Wu Yuqian's number. After a few rings, it connected.
"Is there something you need?" Wu Yuqian's voice was cold.
"I forgot to ask, how's your foot?" Song Pearl smiled slightly, recalling what Wu Yuqian had shouted when she fell down the stairs—Pearl didn't push me; I twisted my ankle myself!
"Don't worry, it's back to normal."
"That's good... Where are you now? Come back and have dumplings with us later!" Song Pearl invited with a smile.
"Are you trying to show me family affection? Let me go back and see how considerate my parents are towards you?" Wu Yuqian chuckled, "Song Pearl, I'm on a date with your husband right now, so I don't have time to come back for dumplings. You can stay home and enjoy them with my parents..."
Song Pearl tightened her grip on the phone but kept smiling. "Okay."
After hanging up, she thought for a moment and then dialed Qing Wenyu's number. It rang continuously but no one answered.
"If she doesn't come, that's fine. We can just fly back and eat as a family of four," Song Shiting said when he saw her lost in thought while holding the phone.
In a beautifully decorated restaurant, Qing Wenyu had already ordered food when she saw Wu Yuqian approaching with elegant steps and a joyful smile. She asked, "Did you ask me out because something good happened?"
"Can't I see you if nothing's going on?" Wu Yuqian smiled, "We're alumni; putting aside that engagement farce, it's only right for you as the host to treat me!"
"Yesterday, I already treated you." Qing Wenyu smiled good-naturedly.
Wu Yuqian's identity had fluctuated greatly, going from a wealthy daughter to the daughter of a commoner, yet she remained unchanged, still optimistic and cheerful.
Compared to the complacent Song Pearl, Wu Yuqian was the real victim.
"Wen Yu," Wu Yuqian said, not in a hurry to eat, leaning on the table and staring at Qing Wenyu, "If you divorced Song Pearl, would you choose to be with me?"
Qing Wenyu raised an eyebrow as if he had heard a joke, looking at Wu Yuqian. "Since I've chosen to marry, I wouldn't easily divorce. Why do you ask that?"
"I mean if..." Wu Yuqian said softly, her eyes slightly moist as she gazed longingly at Qing Wenyu.
"There is no 'if.' I only believe in facts," Qing Wenyu replied straightforwardly.
Wu Yuqian laughed lightly, "I didn't expect you to be so devoted!"
Qing Wenyu tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm just a responsible person."
"Our family is making dumplings. Why don't we go back together and eat? Pearl is there too!" Wu Yuqian suddenly invited.
"No need, I still have some work to do later! Besides, are we really going to pack up all this food?" Qing Wenyu declined. "What are your plans for the future? Are you going to work at Jin Mai?"
"Well, I'm still living at my house," Wu Yuqian smiled down for a moment. "No, I'm living at my uncle's house. I'm used to it there. I've found a suitable position at Jin Mai. The person I love is married, and I'm not the bride. If I come back, it will only add to my heartache and be a burden for you all, right?"
"You think too much." Qing Wenyu smiled, causing Wu Yuqian to momentarily lose her composure. Such a man is rarely one that people can refuse, even though he seems somewhat indifferent.
Liu Cuiying and Song Shiting kept serving food to Song Pearl, who covered her bowl and mumbled a vague refusal, "I'm here to eat dumplings, how did it turn into just eating vegetables... this mushroom meat is really delicious..."
Song Fei watched her actions with a grin, "Sister, I remember you used to eat a lot. You're eating so little now that you're married! Is it because that Qing Factory Director's family has better food than ours? Are you saving room to eat when you go back?"
"Kid, what nonsense are you talking? How could I save room? It's just that my parents are too enthusiastic..."
"Sister, you should come over to our house more often; other people's homes can be quite restrictive." Song Fei served himself a bowl of dumpling soup and sipped it. "I don't like that Wu Yuqian; she doesn't like me either. When I go home, you have to come too, and we won't let her play with us, okay?"
Song Pearl put down her chopsticks and poked Song Fei's forehead with her finger. "You're already so grown up, yet you're still acting childish. Wu Yuqian is your sister! She's been away from home for so long; you should be more welcoming when she comes back. How can you act like this?"
"Anyway, I don't like her!"
Liu Cuiying and Song Shiting listened silently to the siblings' conversation without voicing their opinions.
After dinner, Song Pearl peeled an apple for everyone. The four of them sat on the sofa watching TV, laughing and enjoying each other's company. At that moment, Wu Yuqian entered the room carrying a bag and wearing high heels.
She arrogantly glanced at the four people squeezed onto one sofa, disdainfully curled her lip, and headed toward the bedroom.
"I saved some dumplings for you!" Liu Cuiying stood up and said; no matter how much trouble there was, she still cared for her Treasure.
"I've already eaten; I'm not hungry," Wu Yuqian replied coldly as she walked past them into her bedroom.
Song Pearl stood up to say goodbye, "It's getting late, I should head home."
"Come by often when you have time," Song Shiting and Liu Cuiying said reluctantly.
By the time she stepped outside, it was already dark. When Song Pearl reached the intersection, she saw a car parked under the streetlight. It looked familiar, and upon checking the license plate, she realized it was Qing Wenyu's car.
"Get in," he said as he rolled down the window.
Song Pearl glanced at him, thinking he must have just dropped Wu Yuqian off! She didn't believe he was being kind by picking her up. Perhaps he and Wu Yuqian were meant to be together, and she was just an unwelcome interruption.
Even though she hadn't heard any negative news about herself until now, she felt like a third wheel, disrupting someone else's good relationship.
"How did you know I was still here?" Song Pearl asked, pretending to be in a good mood.
"I didn't know. I happened to pass by and stopped for a smoke," he replied straightforwardly, as if her feelings were just her imagination.
Song Pearl smiled awkwardly and got into the car.
"Have you eaten?"
"I already ate; I ran into a friend," Qing Wenyu replied casually.
Song Pearl didn't ask who the friend was; she knew it was Wu Yuqian, no need to inquire further.
"We seem to be more estranged than before." Qing Wenyu held the steering wheel, driving the car at a leisurely pace. "Have you been in touch with Hong Xinran recently?"
"No," Song Pearl shook her head. "She's still angry with me and can't understand why I went to such lengths to marry you!" She gave a self-deprecating smile.
Now that she was married, no one questioned her anymore, except for Hong Xinran. She couldn't understand Song Pearl's actions to the point that when Song Pearl got married, she didn't even prepare a gift. All she offered was a single line: "Pearl, how could I consider you a friend when you disgrace yourself by marrying Qing Wenyu? You'll regret it later!"
Song Pearl could only listen quietly; only good friends would give such advice.
"Hong Xinran can't tolerate any deceit," Qing Wenyu said. "She likes to dwell on things and is self-righteous; she won't accept deception or hypocrisy. I always thought you two were similar."
"You didn't expect that I would end up in your bed, did you?" Song Pearl said, raising her gaze to meet Qing Wenyu's.
Qing Wenyu looked straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to Song Pearl's eyes. "I didn't believe you would do something like that either, but it has happened. It seems that's just how it is, isn't it?"
"Have you been in love with me all along?" Qing Wenyu turned to look at Song Pearl, a smile playing on his lips. It was rare for them to chat so casually, but he didn't realize that Song Pearl wasn't feeling great at that moment.
How did she end up in his bed? That incident remained a mystery.
Song Pearl's face suddenly felt warm. Had she really fallen for him? Was it that obvious? Why hadn't she noticed it herself?
"Have you always been this narcissistic?" she retorted.
"Narcissistic?" Qing Wenyu chuckled softly. "Actually, I'm quite insecure. I've never been in a relationship and no girl has ever taken the initiative to like me... You're the first..."
Song Pearl smiled and bent down; could this be considered flirting? This Quan Hongqing, an idol for single women, surprisingly had never been in a relationship and had no one who liked him. It sounded quite funny!
When they arrived at the door, Qing Wenyu parked the car, and the two entered together.
The entire house was empty. Turning on the living room lights and the television brought a little life to the spacious room.
"I'll go get some Hot Goat Milk," Song Pearl broke the silence after watching TV quietly for a while.
"I'm not in the mood for that today; let's have some tea instead," Qing Wenyu said as he stood up to get the tea set, not letting Song Pearl help.
"Drinking tea at night can cause insomnia," Song Pearl reminded him, watching Qing Wenyu's movements.
"You just walked in; how are you like my mom?" Qing Wenyu raised an eyebrow and glanced at Song Pearl.
"These are all things your mom told me; you have a weak constitution..."
"Let's just have Goat Milk instead; we can drink it and then sleep," Qing Wenyu suddenly lost interest in tea and sat back down, waiting for Song Pearl to get the Hot Goat Milk.
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