TSBIR Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Song Yichen Coaxes a Child

“Xiao Qi, how are the arrangements you made going?”

Shen Xingyang had just returned to Song Manor when he rushed back to his room to call Xiao Qi.

“Although Yin Yan is indeed using the Yancheng Mu family’s daughter for better resources in the entertainment industry, there haven’t been any excessive actions between them, and they rarely even spend time alone.”

“Xiao Qi, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care what method you use, whether it’s staged or calculated, I need to see news of Yin Yan trending with someone else.”

If this continued, Shen Xingyang felt like he was going to break down. Yin Yan’s actions made him feel disgusted.

He couldn’t bear this hypocritical life any longer; he didn’t want to pretend anymore.

Xiao Qi agreed, but it would still take some time to put it into action.

Shen Xingyang hung up the phone and collapsed onto the floor, hugging his knees weakly, wanting to bury his head completely in them.

Song Yichen heard Shen Xingyang come back and was planning to go over and check his blood sugar, but he saw Shen Xingyang on the phone and now looking so pained on the floor.

He pretended not to see and retreated from Shen Xingyang’s room.

Shen Xingyang was actually a very proud person, and he didn’t want others to see his vulnerable side. Perhaps that was why he was unwilling to tell anyone about these things.

But he still didn’t understand why Shen Xingyang didn’t just break up. Was it because of the companionship of the past decade or so?

Now he desperately wanted to know the reason why Shen Xingyang wasn’t breaking up, but he knew that Shen Xingyang wouldn’t tell him.

After returning to his room, Song Yichen sent Shen Xingyang a message, asking him to come to his room later to check his blood sugar.

Song Yichen knew Shen Xingyang wouldn’t come over so quickly, so he went downstairs to get a piece of cake.

As a result, when he returned to his room, he saw Shen Xingyang already waiting outside his door. Shen Xingyang’s emotional recovery was quite fast; he had been worried about him all this time.

“Why didn’t you come in?”

Song Yichen took the cake into the room, placed it on the table, and then went to get the blood sugar testing kit.

“You weren’t in the room. It wouldn’t be polite for me to just enter like that.”

Shen Xingyang sat down and obediently answered Song Yichen’s question.

“Next time, just come in directly. My room doesn’t have any major secrets; there’s nothing you can’t see.”

If it were before, Song Yichen definitely wouldn’t want anyone entering his room, but since it was Shen Xingyang, it didn’t matter.

Shen Xingyang nodded and obediently extended his hand.

“What’s going on with you today? Your heart rate is fluctuating so much.”

Song Yichen felt that Shen Xingyang seemed a little shaken today, and he was talking much less. He didn’t even have a special expression when he saw him with the cake.

“It’s nothing. I went to the amusement park today and I’m a bit afraid of heights.”

Shen Xingyang was still thinking about it, and he still felt lingering fear. It was too terrifying, that feeling, to the point that when Yin Yan kissed him, he didn’t have any other emotions, not even disgust.

Song Yichen didn’t say anything. No wonder Shen Xingyang was like this today. Didn’t Yin Yan know he was afraid of heights, and still deliberately took him to play those things?

Was this the “good” treatment that Yin Yan gave Shen Xingyang, according to Shen Jinjue?

“If you don’t want to go next time, just refuse directly.”

Shen Xingyang nodded bitterly, without arguing.

Song Yichen wouldn’t understand that from the first day of his rebirth, he had to wear a mask and pretend. How could he be as carefree as he was in his previous life?

Song Yichen didn’t speak, but looked at Shen Xingyang’s difficulty, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

“It’s within the normal range. I got you some cake, do you want to eat some?”

Shen Xingyang nodded, took the spoon Song Yichen gave him, and walked to the cake.

But this time, it was obvious that he wasn’t as happy.

Song Yichen just watched Shen Xingyang, knowing that he was trying his best to restrain the sadness in his heart.

“Alright, that’s enough. Go back and rest.”

Shen Xingyang had eaten almost half of it before Song Yichen stopped him. Any more and it would be too much.

Shen Xingyang nodded, put down the spoon, and prepared to take the cake downstairs: “I’ll take it downstairs.”

Song Yichen walked up to Shen Xingyang, took the cake from him: “No need, just leave it here.”

Shen Xingyang nodded, said “thank you,” and then went back to his room.

Song Yichen sat in the seat Shen Xingyang had just been sitting in, took the spoon Shen Xingyang had used, and put the cake in his mouth.

“It is indeed very sweet.”

No wonder Shen Xingyang liked it so much. If someone rarely gets to eat this, tasting this kind of sweetness once in a while must be unforgettable.

Song Yichen heard that Song Qingyang’s child was having a puppy love and wanted to follow a girl home, leaving Song Qingyang and Jiang Zihan in a frenzy. A six-year-old child, what could he possibly understand? Was this even worth Song Qingyang’s trouble?

He found it amusing, so he went to take a look.

Song Yan went to school and would follow the girl home. Every time they couldn’t pick him up, he and Jiang Zihan were anxious to death.

With no other choice, they locked him in the room.

“Brother, you’re finally here. He probably only listens to you.”

Song Qingyang was about to be annoyed to death.

“Isn’t he just a little kid? Look at you, he’s your own son, you have to endure it?”

Song Yichen said with a smile and went to open the door.

When Song Yan saw Song Yichen, he ran over crying and hugged him: “Uncle, my dad won’t let me go to school.”

Song Yan’s crying sounded like he had suffered great grievances. Song Yichen smiled, picked Song Yan up, and sat him on the bed.

“Don’t cry, Uncle will help you teach him a lesson later.”

“Ayan, do you know what ‘like’ means?”

Song Yan sniffled and looked at Song Yichen with a grievance.

“I don’t know. I only know that I don’t like fat people, but if Xiaoxiao is fat, it’s okay.”

Song Yichen was silent. Yes, he hated scheming people, but if that person was Shen Xingyang, it didn’t matter.

Song Yichen laughed heartily: “Oh my, our Ayan has grown up.”

Song Yichen wiped away Song Yan’s tears and glared at Song Qingyang reproachfully. It was his own child, how could he let him cry like this?

“But Ayan, you have to know that your behavior has already made Xiaoxiao feel embarrassed. Our Ayan is a big man, and he has to learn to respect girls. If she doesn’t want to play with you, you can’t keep going to her.”

Song Yan looked at Song Yichen blankly, not quite understanding what Song Yichen was saying.

He wasn’t thinking about anything, he just wanted to talk to Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao kept ignoring him, so he followed Xiaoxiao home.

“Uncle, do I have to stay away from Xiaoxiao? If I don’t play with Xiaoxiao, I won’t know who to find.”

Song Yan’s voice was tearful and his speech was unclear. Song Yichen couldn’t help but gently pinch Song Yan’s face because of how cute he was.

“Ayan, Xiaoxiao’s interests are different from yours. You have to find someone who likes games like you, understand?”

Song Yichen tried to make Song Yan understand his meaning as much as possible, making his words very simple.

Only then did Song Yan nod: “But if I don’t talk to Xiaoxiao, I’ll be sad.”

“Who said you can’t talk to Xiaoxiao? You can, but you can’t force Xiaoxiao to answer your questions and discuss the things you like. You have to respect her. Can Ayan understand that?”

Song Yan looked at Song Yichen, seeming to understand a little, but he still nodded.

“Our Ayan is so good. Next time, you can’t follow Xiaoxiao home, okay? Xiaoxiao’s parents will be scared by you, and your mom and dad will worry about you too.”

Song Yichen gently held Song Yan’s small hand and patiently spoke to him.

Hearing this, Song Yan shook his head vigorously: “I don’t want Mom to worry either. Mom is the person I like the most.”

Song Yichen laughed and put Song Yan down: “Then you’re not allowed to do that again next time, or what if your mom doesn’t talk to you in the future?”

Song Yan nodded solemnly, wanting to go find Jiang Zihan.

Song Yichen didn’t stop him and watched him run out.

Song Qingyang looked at Song Yichen somewhat awkwardly, touching his ear.

“Brother, you really know how to handle things.”

Song Yichen glared at Song Qingyang: “What puppy love? Ayan just likes playing games with Xiaoxiao. Look at you, worrying like this. He’s just a little kid, he probably doesn’t even know what puppy love is.”

A six-year-old child will have fixed friends. He cares about these friends and will care more about them than others. To a child of his age, all his little partners are people he likes.

Song Qingyang nodded: “But brother, you’re almost thirty, when are you going to fall in love?”

Song Qingyang’s child was already so old, and Song Yichen was still single.

Song Yichen was speechless. He had come to help Song Qingyang out of kindness, but Song Qingyang came to laugh at him!

“Song Qingyang, you’re asking for it.”

Song Qingyang ran out laughing, afraid that Song Yichen would catch him and give him a kick or two.