Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 55 - 052 Blood Sisters Must Not Drift Apart

Chapter 55: Chapter 052: Blood Sisters Must Not Drift Apart

Chapter 55 -052: Blood Sisters Must Not Drift Apart

Deng Tao’s parent meetings had always been attended by her father, and over the course of more than two, almost three years, he must have seen all the parents of their grade. The key point was that Song Jiawen’s face and her demeanor were such that if anyone saw her once, they could not possibly forget her the second time.

That’s why Deng’s father thought Song Jiawen was not a senior high school student.

Deng Tao had a lot of pent-up anger today. At this moment, seeing Song Jiawen, she wished she could poke a few holes in her.

She ground her teeth and spat out a few words, “She is Song Jiawen!”

Deng’s father’s eyes widened in shock.

He had always heard his daughter refer to Song Jiawen as someone from the countryside, and the term “country bumpkin” was often mixed in, so he imagined the other party to be a plain girl wearing rustic clothes, thick glasses, and looking quite simple-minded.

No matter how he pictured it, it could not possibly be the stunning face before him now.

Of course, being beautiful was secondary—the key point was the officer walking next to her.

Truth be told, a big reason why Deng Tao’s issue was resolved so smoothly this time was that the other party had no background.

But what if she did?

“What’s the relationship between her and the man walking with her?”

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“They say he’s her brother-in-law.”

“Blood relative?”

“Don’t know.”

Deng’s father didn’t ask any further. Even after Deng Tao finished talking about the school’s rumors, he advised her to just bear with it, considering there were only three months left until the college entrance examination. If she didn’t want to stay at school, she could take leave and stay at home for convenience, where a private teacher could tutor her one-on-one.

Thinking about the strange looks her classmates gave her, Deng Tao took a deep breath and accepted her father’s suggestion to temporarily take leave.

On the other side, Song Jiawen walked to where Zhou Youming had parked his car.

“Auntie.”

Haohao, who had been standing obediently by the car, ran over to be held by her. Song Jiawen bent down and picked up the little guy, apologizing, “Auntie forgot to buy a gift for Haohao. What do you want? Auntie will go buy it for you now.”

Before this year, Song Jiawen’s pocket money had almost all come from Song Xiwen. She hadn’t failed to notice the abnormality in her kindness, but since she was the only one in the family who was kind to her, and she had grown up depending on her, she wanted to cling to that kindness, even if it was strange.

It wasn’t until Jiang Yan entered her life that she occasionally mentioned there was something wrong with her sister. Song Jiawen was initially repulsed by this and almost got into a fight with Jiang Yan over it.

Later, when the Song family wanted to sell her and Song Xiwen chose to watch and do nothing, Song Jiawen’s heart, which had slowly been cooling, was finally encased in ice.

Without the pocket money from Song Xiwen, she felt more grounded using the money she earned herself.

“Auntie, I want instant noodles.”

Song Jiawen laughed. What a silly child.

“Instant noodles are too cheap. Think of something else.”

Haohao’s eyes rolled around and he asked quietly, “Can I have bubble gum?”

Seeing the two hugging intimately, Song Xiwen who stood by, coughed lightly, “Why do you always ask for food from your aunt? Can’t you want something different?”

Zhou Youming laughed and said, “Don’t be so strict all the time. It’s his birthday today, let him have what he wants.”

Song Xiwen gave him a white look but didn’t say anything more in opposition.

There were two small grocery stores right at the entrance to the school, and Song Jiawen took Haohao into one of them, handing him a bag to pick out whatever he liked—all the things that Mom usually wouldn’t allow him to eat or drink, he grabbed one of each today.

But when it came time to pay, he started to worry. Would all this deplete his aunt’s money?

Haohao reached into the bag, took out a few items, and put them back where they originally were. Then he scampered back, peered into the bag—it still looked like a lot.

Just as he was about to take out a few more items, Song Jiawen stopped him, “We’ve already put them in the bag, why take them out again?”

He had been so enthusiastic picking them out just moments ago, how come he suddenly lost interest?

Haohao looked up at his aunt, troubled. “Auntie is still in school and doesn’t have much money. I’m afraid if we spend all your pocket money, you won’t have any left to spend,” he said.

Song Jiawen was slightly taken aback when she heard this; warmth filled her heart, and her gaze softened even more when she looked at Haohao.

She said softly, “Auntie has money. Don’t worry, Haohao. I have learned how to earn money on my own now.”

Zhou Youming and Song Xiwen, who had just reached the entrance, overheard her words. Both looked over, slightly surprised.

They didn’t take what Song Jiawen said as just comfort for Haohao. On the contrary, they both subconsciously believed it was the truth.

Song Jiawen didn’t let Haohao continue to take things out of the bag; she paid for the items happily and led him outside.

Once they were in the car and on their way to the restaurant, Song Xiwen couldn’t help asking, “Jiajia, do you… do you not have enough money? If you don’t, you can ask sister. There’s nothing to be ashamed of asking me for money. And why did you leave all the money I gave you at home?”

Song Jiawen, who was playing rock-paper-scissors with Haohao in the back seat, responded without even lifting her head, “No need, I now sell paintings. Earning enough for my living expenses isn’t a problem.”

Sell paintings?

Zhou Youming turned his head to exchange a glance with Song Xiwen, a hint of surprise in their eyes. They both knew she was good at painting, and even her sculpting was impressive, but they had not anticipated she would come up with an idea like this to make money.

Zhou Youming, being quick-thinking, remembered the place he had seen her last time and asked, “Are you selling your paintings to Shanshui Gallery?”

The most renowned place on Shanshui Street was the Shanshui Gallery. Instructors from their college who were decorating new houses or comrades-in-arms looking to buy paintings usually chose Shanshui Gallery.

Even their political commissar had bought several traditional Chinese paintings from the owner of Shanshui Gallery, also the president of Yunzhou City Calligraphy and Painting Association, Song Qingping.

The prices were truly not cheap.

However, Zhou Youming also understood that for a student like Jiajia with no reputation, her paintings, even if they were very good, could not possibly fetch a high price.

“Sort of,” she replied nonchalantly. “Anyway, as long as I can sell one painting a month, that’s enough for the monthly living expenses, so you don’t need to worry about me. I can support myself now.”

What should have been a proud statement came off as particularly bitter to Zhou Youming.

The parents in the family could both earn money, and sister had been working for a while now. The whole family was supporting one student; she shouldn’t have to earn money herself, but now…

But some things were simply inappropriate for Zhou Youming to say out loud. However, he remembered the purpose of inviting Song Jiawen out for a meal today—besides celebrating his son’s birthday, he also needed to clarify the misunderstanding with Xiaoxi.

“Jiajia, you’re in your senior year now. Didn’t you say your studies are very intense at the moment? Since it’s so intense, you shouldn’t spend time painting. If you need money, ask your sister. She’s your own sister, not a stranger. Isn’t it normal for her to spend money on you? If you feel bad about it, once you graduate from university and start working, you can also occasionally give some pocket money to Haohao.”

Of course, the last part was just a pretense. The main point was the former, to get Jiajia and Xiaoxi close again. Sisters should not be so distant.