Chapter 38: Chasing After Song Chengyi Since Childhood
"Xiaxia hasn’t even packed her things yet," Zhou Yun said, a little regretfully.
"It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s too much trouble. I can just go back and sleep at my place tonight—it’s only a few steps away," Luo Yixia waved her hand dismissively.
There’s no need to make such a big deal out of it.
"That won’t do. You’re married into our family now, so of course you should live with Chengyi," Zhou Yun bustled about, getting ready to help Luo Yixia move her things.
"No need, it’s already so late. How about I go home, take a shower, and then come back to sleep? Would that be okay?" Luo Yixia said in exasperation.
But she still didn’t dare glance at Song Chengyi...
She was terrified...
He prized that room of his like a treasure, and before, he wouldn’t even let her in. Now she was supposed to move in? If she so much as breathed on it, wouldn’t he be heartbroken?
Only then did Song’s father nod, "That’s fine. It is quite late tonight."
"So I’ll just head home for now?" Luo Yixia asked, gently pointing toward the door.
"I’ll help Xiaxia get her things. Or why not just shower in Chengyi’s room?" Zhou Yun still sounded uneasy.
Luo Yixia was truly speechless. It’s not like she was running away—why was everyone so nervous?
"Mom, there’s no need to make a fuss. I’ll handle it tomorrow. I just want to go home and take a shower," Luo Yixia said, unable to resist looping her arm through Zhou Yun’s and acting cute.
"Alright then, go ahead, but come back early," Zhou Yun said, watching her.
Only then did Luo Yixia leave with her parents.
Meanwhile, the quiet observer finally headed up the stairs.
But he’d only gone a few steps when Zhou Yun called after him.
"Chengyi, your father and I want a word with you."
Song Chengyi stopped, returned to the living room, and sat on the sofa, waiting for them to speak.
"Chengyi, you should take Xiaxia out more often. It’s not good for her to stay cooped up at home all the time. The more I see of Xiaxia, the more I like her. She was absolutely adorable as a child, and she’s only grown more charming," Zhou Yun went on, all praise for Luo Yixia.
Song’s father spoke sternly, "I know your temperament. We all know why you and Xiaxia got married, but if you didn’t care for her at all, you wouldn’t have gone through with it. Still, Chengyi, as a man, if you’re willing to take responsibility, you mustn’t treat Xiaxia unfairly, do you understand?"
"Yes," Song Chengyi replied.
But then Song’s father smiled, "Xiaxia has been following you around since she was little. Who would have thought, after all these years, she’s still at your side."
"That’s right. Every time Xiaxia came over as a child, she’d always ask me about Chengyi. They both called you ‘brother,’ but she never once asked after Zeming," Zhou Yun chimed in, her gaze drifting meaningfully to Song Chengyi.
"Zeming called me recently—said he’ll be back soon on leave," Zhou Yun suddenly recalled.
"Neither of my sons is willing to inherit the company—one joined the military, the other studied medicine," Song’s father sighed.
The atmosphere in the living room grew even more serious.
Meanwhile, Luo Yixia had returned home, only to be immediately chased off to shower by Yu Wenjing.
In the end, she grudgingly went upstairs.
Luo Fa, standing by, sighed, "Do you really have to rush your own daughter out like this? If it were Xiaojiu being sent to another home at such a young age, I’d never bear it."
"Oh, cut it out. You act all coy after getting the better end of the deal. You should be grateful someone even wants to marry your daughter," Yu Wenjing shot him a look.
Upstairs, Luo Yixia dawdled a bit, but finally went to take a shower—and washed her hair as well.
Her favorite thing was her waist-length hair. She couldn’t remember how many years she’d grown it out.
After washing it, she let the damp hair hang loosely down her back.
Though her hair was long, Luo Yixia never got into the habit of eating her hair—simply because she was lazy.
She only gave it a perfunctory rub with the towel.