Although Song Qinghuan asked a somewhat cruel question, she also asked a very realistic question.
Song Qingyan's love for Wei Yutang could not be restrained, but no matter how much the love reached, this problem would always have to be faced.
Does Wei Yutang like her? Will he marry her?
The smile on Song Qing's face disappeared, and he lowered his head and folded the letter again. After a long time, he slightly curled his lips: "It's okay."
Even if Wei Yutang didn't understand her feelings, he would neither like her nor marry her.
It doesn't matter either.
Song Qinghuan shouldn't pour cold water on her at this time, but if she is allowed to sink deeper and deeper, it will be even more difficult for her to extricate herself in the future.
With a slight sigh, he took her hand and said warmly: "You have always known clearly that no matter how much your mother likes Wei Yutang, she is reluctant to marry you to him."
It's not that Xiao Yun only favored one over Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan, but he had more considerations.
Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan have different temperaments. One does not suffer at all, while the other gives in when encountering difficulties.
Not to mention that Wei Yutang was much older than Song Qingyan, even the Wei family had a lot of shabby things. Song Qingyan would definitely have to be naughty about these things when she got married.
Now, Wei Yutang has a deep affection for Song Qinghuan, which is also a ditch that is difficult to cross.
As Xiaoyun's biological daughter, Song Qingyan, how could she be willing to suffer even the slightest injustice?
Even if Song Qingyan likes her and wants to marry him, Xiaoyun is not willing to do so, not to mention that Song Qingyan will not make Xiaoyun sad.
Tears fell down her face. Song Qingyan lowered her head and sobbed softly. After a while, she leaned against Song Qinghuan again.
"Sister, I can't control myself, what should I do, what should I do..."
When you get a reply from someone you like, you are happy and excited, but you are also confused.
This love has no results, and in the end it is just an empty joy.
Song Qinghuan sighed softly and followed her back until she cried out her helplessness and grievance, and then said: "Listen to me, don't write to him again, okay?"
A long time ago, Song Qingyan also warned herself not to write to Wei Yutang or inquire about him.
But in the end, he still couldn't hold it back.
When Song Qinghuan saw that she didn't respond and her eyes were red, he knew that this kind of thing could not be easily let go. He felt sorry for her, but he didn't say anything more and just patted her back gently.
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The two sisters stayed in the house for a long time, and then came out of the house after Xiaoyun's family passed the food.
Although Song Qingyan's eyes were a little red and swollen, there were no signs of crying.
Only Song Qinghuan knew that her heart must not be as calm as she looked on the outside.
In the past, when Song Qinghuan returned to the Song family, Mrs. Xiaoyun always had something personal to say to her, but now that Xiao Jingchuan and Xiao Jingtong were here, Mrs. Xiaoyun had no time to pay attention to her at all.
After having lunch at Song's house and dinner together, the group went back to Prince Rui's Mansion.
When I left, I carried a cart full of gifts, but when I returned, I couldn't even fit them into the cart.
Xiao Jingtong and Xiao Jingchuan were not as annoying as before, and they also got a lot of good things from the Xiaoyun family.
Song Qinghuan couldn't help but feel sour when she saw these two little bastards hugging each other tightly. She had seen Xiao Yun's wealthy attitude.
She acted like a child, humming twice and telling her that Xiao Yun was partial.
Xiaoyun was angry and laughing at the same time, and scolded her: "I didn't miss you when you were little. Now that you are such a big man, you are still arguing with two children. Are you ashamed?"
Song Qinghuan said: "What is there to be ashamed of? When I am seventy or eighty years old, I will still be your daughter."
These words made Xiaoyun feel comfortable, so she went to the warehouse to pick two more items for her.
Song Qinghuan was not polite, she accepted it with a smile, hugged Xiao Yunshi and flattered her.
Song Qingyan looked a little bit sore from the back, but she was never someone who showed her emotions, so she just looked at him like this.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan was about to leave, he called out again: "Sister..."
The words I wanted to say came to my lips, but I couldn't.
Seeing her like this, Song Qinghuan said: "We are so close, so there is no need to be reluctant. If you miss me, just go to Prince Rui's Mansion to find me."
Song Qingyan didn't say anything, she just nodded and said, "Okay."
The carriage set off from Qibei Houfu and met the Wei family's carriage in Wujin Lane before leaving Jinyu Lane.
Zhang Yunwei didn't come to Lizhou to celebrate the New Year, so he stayed alone in the house in Wujin Lane with Brother Xu. He just came out of Zhang's house, saw the carriage of Prince Rui's Mansion, and called out through the curtain: "Sister Qinghuan."
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When Song Qinghuan heard Zhang Yunwei's voice, he raised the curtain and saw it was her. He immediately beamed and shouted, "Sister Yunwei."
At the moment, he ignored Xiao Ci, stopped the carriage, and got off the carriage quickly.
Xiao Ci grabbed her and said jealously: "For the sake of your sister Yunwei, why don't you want to be your husband?"
Song Qinghuan hadn't seen Zhang Yunwei for a while. Last time, someone sent her a New Year's gift and asked her to come to Prince Rui's mansion when she had time. At that time, they only heard that she had contracted the cold, but she didn't believe it after that.
Song Qinghuan is a person who misses old friendships. When she was in the most difficult time, it was Zhang Yunwei who helped her. Now that she has not seen her for a long time, she has many things to talk about.
Hearing this, he said impatiently: "I look at you every day, even if you are a flower, I am tired of looking at you."
As he spoke, he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He got out of the carriage and walked towards the Wei family's carriage, and immediately he couldn't even see his figure.
Xiao Ci knew that Song Qinghuan was going to Zhang Yuwei, but when he saw the emblem of the Wei family on the carriage, his heart felt sour for no reason.
I was afraid that while the two women were talking, they would talk about that person from the Wei family.
Xiao Ci was like a drama queen, with very rich inner activities, but no matter how rich they were, Song Qinghuan had no idea about them.
As soon as she got into Zhang Yunwei's carriage, she smelled a faint smell of medicine, and she couldn't help but frown.
Seeing that Brother Xu had grown up a lot and was sitting next to her obediently, he just said: "Is your cold syndrome still not gone?"
Zhang Yunwei said with a calm expression: "It's nothing serious, but the weather in Kyoto changes from time to time, so it's getting better, and it relapsed a few days later if I wasn't careful."
Her appearance now is no longer the same as when she took Brother Xu to Beijing for the first time and met him on Liuzhu Street.
Without the shyness of a bride, and without the hope for the future, she is not a resentful woman now, but her expression is mostly dejected, and there is no trace of affection left in her eyebrows.
Perhaps she had been ill for a long time, perhaps because of a heart attack. She just put on makeup when she went out today, but she looked haggard.
