Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhengye didn't really do anything to Xu Zhouye. He just called him back to find out the situation and give him a warning.

The Xu family members are upright and honest, neither causing trouble nor being afraid to cause trouble.

Besides, my son has finally made some progress in finding a wife, so it's not unforgivable that he might stray a little elsewhere.

The two had dinner at the Xu family's house before leaving.

Song Qingjia looked out the car window at the lights hidden among the sycamore trees, which gradually disappeared from view as the car drove away. She looked away and sighed softly.

Xu Zhouye glanced at her sideways and said, "If Ms. Jiang knew how reluctant you were to leave, she would be so happy she wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

Song Qingjia, unusually, didn't retort, but simply smiled.

She said softly, "Xu Zhouye, I'm a little envious of you."

The man paused for a moment: "What's there to envy?"

Song Qingjia remained silent.

The car fell silent. She leaned back in her seat, fiddling with her phone. The screen lit up and then went dark again, showing two missed calls from Cheng Yizhen.

Xu Zhouye turned his head and glanced at her.

Although she didn't say anything more, he guessed it.

She envied him; he had loving and caring parents and a happy and fulfilling family.

However, he would give her a home if she wanted to.

As the car drove into Xishan No. 1 Courtyard, Xu Zhouye parked the car and glanced to the side. He saw that the person in the passenger seat had fallen asleep with their head tilted to the side.

He chuckled softly, resignedly got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, and carried the person out of the car.

Song Qingjia found a comfortable position in his arms and continued to sleep.

But he noticed her eyelashes tremble.

Xu Zhouye didn't expose the girl who was pretending to be asleep, and steadily carried her towards the elevator.

As the elevator doors opened, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Xu Zhouye freed one hand to take out his phone; the screen displayed the name "Cheng Yizhen." He paused, then lowered his head to kiss Song Qingjia's lips, whispering, "It's your mother calling. Should I answer it?"

The girl in his arms remained silent.

He chuckled, "If you won't answer, I will."

Song Qingjia deliberately buried her face in his chest.

His phone was still vibrating, and he pressed the answer button. As soon as the call connected, a barrage of questions came his way.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? Song Qingjia, do you even consider me your mother?"

Xu Zhouye frowned.

He wasn't given a chance to speak: "I know you've always hated me. Yes, I'm the one who wronged you, wronged your father. So, you're going to take revenge on me like this?"

"Having an ambiguous relationship with your own stepbrother, making the entire Nie family and myself a laughingstock?"

Xu Zhouye subconsciously looked at the girl in his arms; she must have heard it too. Such hurtful words came from her mother.

He deeply regretted answering the phone.

"Aunt Cheng," he said coldly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "...Where's Qingjia?"

Xu Zhouye: "She's not available right now. If you have anything to say, you can tell me."

Cheng Yizhen pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Since you won't speak, then I will." Xu Zhouye's voice was cold, a coldness Song Qingjia had never heard before. "As Qingjia's mother, you don't understand the whole story, yet you call to accuse me. I also want to ask you, have you ever treated her as your daughter?"

"I……"

"You just said she hates you, and she certainly has the right to hate you. You know better than I how she grew up. You, as her so-called mother, should also know how much you were involved in her upbringing."

Each word struck Cheng Yizhen's heart, leaving her stunned.

"But she shouldn't have been with Yu Huai..."

"This should be said to Nie Yuhuai, telling him to stop having any improper thoughts about Qingjia. If it happens again, I can't guarantee it will be as simple as just beating him up."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I wouldn't mind making the Nie family an even bigger joke."

After saying that, he hung up the phone immediately.

The elevator doors opened, and he carried Song Qingjia into the living room, gently placing her on the sofa.

Watching her silently turn around and face the back of the chair, a wave of heartache washed over me.

Song Qingjia opened her eyes, looking at the intricate patterns on the sofa fabric, and Cheng Yizhen's words echoed in her mind.

Actually, it wasn't surprising at all.

Subconscious reactions best reveal a person's inner self.

In Cheng Yizhen's heart, she was ranked very low.

So the other party's first thought wasn't to figure out what happened, but rather to feel annoyed that their daughter had embarrassed them and that their interests had been harmed.

Xu Zhouye turned the person around so that they met her clear, bright eyes.

"Did you hear everything?"

"Um."

"Wouldn't it be cool if I stood up for you?"

Song Qingjia reached out and touched his chin, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Handsome."

Xu Zhouye knelt down in front of her, pressing his face against her palm: "Then forget what she said, and only remember what I said, okay?"

Song Qingjia obediently replied, "Okay."

Her quick response only made Xu Zhouye uneasy, and his brow furrowed again.

Song Qingjia found it amusing and gently brushed it away with her hand.

"Why are you making that face? I'm really fine, I'm not that fragile," she said.

She was sad because she still had expectations, so she needed to learn to stop having expectations and stop letting the other person affect her emotions.

She has so many people who love her; those are the people she should cherish.

Xu Zhouye looked at her for a long time, then finally sighed and rubbed her head against his shoulder.

"Tomorrow is your birthday, have you thought about how you're going to celebrate?" he asked.

"Hmm... I was with you."

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, "Then I certainly won't let you down."

-

The Nie Family Villa.

Cheng Yizhen stared blankly at her phone, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She was indeed too impulsive, making accusations without understanding the specific situation. It's just that when she's angry, it's hard for her to calm down.

Especially when she thought of the disdainful looks from those women, she lowered her voice and said that the mother and daughter were cut from the same cloth, one had slept with the old man and the other with the young man.

She blamed all her efforts on men.

This was hard for her to accept.

Footsteps came from the doorway. She looked up and saw Nie Yuhuai walk in.

The injuries on the other person's face looked rather gruesome, and the atmosphere around them was tense. He noticed Cheng Yizhen pause, then walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Aunt Cheng."

Cheng Yizhen was also unsure how to face her stepson, and simply responded with a soft murmur.

"I'm sorry for making you and Qingjia suffer from these rumors," Nie Yuhuai said softly. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have fallen for her."

"When did it start?"

Nie Yuhuai paused for a moment: "Before you and my dad got married."

Cheng Yizhen never expected it to be so early.

"I have feelings for her, but she has never reciprocated. She is also a victim in this situation, so I hope you won't hold it against her."

Cheng Yizhen opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Nie Yuhuai got up and left, and the living room became quiet again.

Cheng Yizhen sat there blankly for a while, then picked up her phone and opened her chat with Song Qingjia. After a moment's hesitation, she lightly tapped the screen with her fingertips.

[Qingjia, Mom acted impulsively. Don't take what I said to heart.]

The other person's name changed to "The other person is typing..."

Cheng Yi was a little nervous.

Song Qingjia: [I didn't take it to heart.]

She breathed a sigh of relief and was about to reply when she saw that the other party had sent another message.

Song Qingjia: [If there's nothing else, don't contact me again.]

Cheng Yi's heart was completely empty.

It seems she really has lost her daughter.