Chapter 193: Something That Did Not Belong to Him

Little Mi shook his head repeatedly. "Anyway, you must spend more time with Brother Jingxing."

He could not articulate the reason, so Song Wanning did not pay much mind to it, assuming the child simply liked Wen Jingxing and wanted to play matchmaker between them.

Seeing how persistent Little Mi was, Song Wanning finally gave in. "All right, all right, don't you worry."

Just then, the elderly monk called Little Mi over to go to sleep. Little Mi had no choice but to turn back with every step he took, continuing to urge Song Wanning.

After he left, Song Wanning went into the room and lay down. Feeling somewhat bored, she was about to play a mini-game on her phone.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar number called in, though the caller ID showed it was from the capital city.

Disliking calls from unknown numbers, Song Wanning hung up immediately. However, not even a second later, the phone rang again.

So, Song Wanning hung up once more.

She believed that if the person truly had a legitimate matter to discuss with her rather than simply engaging in nuisance calls, they would definitely call back.

Sure enough, the phone rang again the very next second. This time, Song Wanning answered, but she remained silent, letting the other party speak first.

The person on the other end impatiently blurted out, "Hello? Sister, do you remember me?"

Her tone was filled with unconcealed triumph and delight.

Song Wanning merely replied calmly, "Song Xin, it's you."

"That's right, who else could it be? Back then, Dad, Mom, and I earnestly pleaded with you to let Young Master Wen help our family out. Yet you were so ruthless, preferring to let us live in a rundown house and eat salted vegetables rather than lift a finger to help. But now, the Shen family has agreed to help our company tide over its crisis unconditionally, and the Song Corporation has recovered its footing..."

Before she could finish, Song Wanning cut her off. "If you are only here to spout this useless nonsense, don't bother disturbing me."

Since she mentioned the Shen family, Song Wanning didn't even need to ask to know it must be Shen Yue, though she had no idea why the Shen family would be willing to assist the Song family.

"Hmph, don't listen if you don't want to! Now that the Song Corporation is back in business, I'm just calling to inform you that the Song family has unanimously decided to kick you, this ungrateful daughter, out of the Song family genealogy! From now on, you are no longer my sister, and the assets of the Song family have not a single cent to do with you either! Goodbye!"

Song Xin finished in an extremely triumphant tone, feeling utterly gratified inside. Previously, Song Wanning had always acted so aloof and superior; now, she had finally turned the tables and vented all her pent-up frustration!

Song Wanning was slightly speechless. So Song Xin had called her just for this?

"Oh."

She responded indifferently. "If you're done, I'm hanging up." With that, she hung up the phone right away.

Song Xin felt as though she had thrown a punch at a ball of cotton—filled with rage yet with nowhere to vent it. She dialed the number again, only to find that she had been blocked, which infuriated her so much that she slammed her phone straight onto the floor.

***

Meanwhile, Wen Jingxing returned very quickly this time, which slightly surprised Song Wanning.

The moment Wen Jingxing looked at her, he could tell she had something on her mind and took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong? Who called you?"

"Nothing, just a wrong number."

Yet Wen Jingxing quickly exposed her white lie. "Impossible. If it were truly a stranger's call, you certainly wouldn't look so unhappy."

Song Wanning laughed helplessly. "Jingxing, are you a roundworm in my stomach? How do you know everything?"

Although Song Wanning had acted very indifferent while taking the call, it was utterly impossible for her to truly let it go without a care.

Song Zijiang had kept a mistress behind the original owner's mother's back and condoned his wife and daughter in bullying the original owner.

Among those three people in the Song family, hardly a single one was a decent human being.

How could Song Wanning possibly be happy to see them living a good time? She was not that kind-hearted.

Wen Jingxing stepped forward and gently stroked her head. "If something's bothering you, just tell me directly. There's no need to hide it from me."

Looking at his sincere expression, Song Wanning froze for a moment. After hesitating briefly, she recounted everything Song Xin had said word for word to Wen Jingxing.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jingxing wore a grave expression. While he didn't resort to swearing—his upbringing told him there was no need to lower himself to such people—he still squatted down, took Song Wanning's hands in his, and told her firmly, "A'ning, don't worry. Uncle Xu and I are already investigating how Song Zijiang embezzled your mother's shares back then. Soon, we will take him to court and get back everything that doesn't belong to him. They won't be arrogant for much longer."

Looking at his determined expression, Song Wanning had words on the tip of her tongue, but her lips parted without a sound escaping. In the end, she only murmured, "Jingxing, thank you."

"No need to thank me. As long as you stay happy all the time, that's enough."

Seeing her expression soften, Wen Jingxing felt his own mood improve as well.

"Mm, let's go to sleep early."

"Alright."

***

Day 27.

Song Wanning had already grown accustomed to waking up in Wen Jingxing's arms every morning.

Opening her eyes this morning, she found that she had somehow crawled entirely inside Wen Jingxing's quilt this time.

As for her own blanket, it had been kicked away into a corner of the room. Song Wanning merely glanced at it before rolling over and burrowing back into Wen Jingxing's embrace to continue sleeping.

Even though she wasn't a restless sleeper by nature, she couldn't explain why she always ended up in his arms whenever she slept near him. Moreover, Wen Jingxing was simply too warm, acting like a giant stove that made Song Wanning completely reluctant to move away.

She figured that must be the reason she kept drifting into his embrace every time.

In fact, Wen Jingxing had already woken up the moment Song Wanning shifted her position the first time, but he hadn't opened his eyes and had chosen to keep feigning sleep.

Feeling her pull away and then return, the corners of his lips curled up in secret as he silently pulled his beloved A'ning even tighter into his arms.

The two of them slept in until well past the morning this time.

When they finally finished washing up and came out for a meal, the elderly monk was in the courtyard teaching Little Mi how to read characters.

The old monk would read a character aloud, and Little Mi would sway his head from side to side while repeating it, looking quite earnest in his studies.

Seeing the two of them come out, the old monk merely remarked that their noodles were still in the pot.

Little Mi chimed in, "Sister Wanning, young people should wake up early in the morning."

Song Wanning thought Little Mi was about to spout some profound life lesson learned from his elders, only for the child to add, "Sleeping in late every day is bad for a young person's health."

Song Wanning's face darkened. What sort of nonsense was the old monk teaching Little Mi this time?

She carried her bowl of noodles over to Little Mi's table and flicked him on the forehead when he wasn't looking. "What kind of things is a little kid learning all day long?"

"Ouch!" Little Mi cried out, covering his forehead. "It's not my fault, Grandpa Sha taught me that."

They had only one more day left before leaving Mount Yuanyin. To his own surprise, the old monk felt a twinge of reluctance in his heart. Watching Song Wanning playfully bantering with Little Mi, he shook his head and let out a sigh.

Seeing him looking so gloomy, Wen Jingxing turned and asked what was wrong.

"It's truly a pity. It was so hard for Little Mi to finally find a friend he clicked with, and you're leaving tomorrow. If Little Mi finds out, how heartbroken he'll be."

Wen Jingxing had thought the old monk was troubled by something major, but it turned out to be just this. "We can take Little Mi away with us, too."

The old monk shook his head in refusal. "Little Mi is still too young; he's not suited for the outside world. However, there is something I need you to pass along to Song Wanning."