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Chapter 14 – Spiritual Contamination
When Yan Xi returned home, she saw that Song Hai was with guests, turned her head, and put the high-heeled shoes in her hands into the shoe cabinet, “Dad.”
“Yan Yan is back?” Song Hai was a little surprised when he saw Yan Xi coming back, “Aren’t you going out on location today?”
“The work was completed in advance, so I came back first,” Yan Xi didn’t mention the trivial matter of a foot injury. Seeing that her father’s face didn’t look good, she glanced at the men and women sitting on the sofa. Seeing that her father didn’t introduce the identities of the two, she turned around and went to the kitchen to pick up a glass of water. When she put lemon slices in the water, she heard his father’s voice a little unhappy.
“What is the root of the old Song family? The Song family does not have a gold mine to inherit. I will not agree with anything you say about this kind of grievance that makes my daughter wrong.”
Yan Xi’s footsteps paused. Are these men and women relatives on Dad’s side? In her memory, she had hardly seen relatives on her father’s side. Only in the year when her grandparents passed away did a bunch of relatives come to the house to ask for money. At that time, her mother asked her to stay in the house and did not let her go out.
In her memory, those people were very loud, and their swear words were not pleasant.
“Third brother, when you are developed, you can’t deny your ancestors. Besides, I just let Xianhong come to your house to live and let you take care of him. Why did you make your nephew feel wronged? Please don’t blame me for speaking badly. She’s a girl, and she will marry sooner or later, and if you protect her like this, she won’t belong to someone else’s family in the future.”
“Xianhong is almost 20 years old, and no other adults are in our family. If I am out on a business trip, there will only be Yan Yan left in the house. It is not appropriate for him to live here,” Song Hai said seriously.
“Brother, your family Xianhong is a treasure. My daughter was raised by her mother and me. When she was in college, I didn’t let anyone take care of her every day. Educating children can’t be like you. How can they be independent in the future? If you say this again to other people’s families in their homes, don’t blame your younger brother for turning his face.”
“To put it bluntly, you just dislike that our family is poor and not as good as yours. Even the only son of our Song family’s grandchildren is not as good as your daughter,” Sister-in-law Song’s voice was a little sharp, “No matter how precious your daughter is, she is not surnamed Song now. Still, her mother’s surname is Yan.”
“Who stipulates that children must have the surname of their father. Sister-in-law, Xianhong’s surname is Song, and he doesn’t have the same surname as you. Is he not your son anymore?” Song Hai immediately lowered his face and said sternly,
“Sister-in-law, in this era, we don’t pay attention to these old customs anymore. Our children are all the same, and their surnames are the same.”
“If the eldest brother and sister-in-law think that I look down on you, then our two families will not have to communicate in the future so as not to wrong you!” Song Hai is a stubborn temper, usually not easy to lose his temper, but his daughter is his bottom line.
Normally when they say this kind of thing, he endures it, but today Yan Yan is also at home, and they still say this. Doesn’t it make Yan Yan sad and angry? In the name of brotherhood, he, as a younger brother, can tolerate their irrationality. Still, the affairs of their generation should not be based on the gender of the previous generation.
The Song family’s eldest brother and sister-in-law did not expect Song Hai’s attitude to suddenly become this extreme, and he couldn’t hold back his face. Sister-in-law Song stood up and said, “I want to see how happy the third brother can be in the future if he maintains his daughter like this!”
Putting those words down, the couple walked out without looking back.
“Don’t bother it, auntie,” Yan Xi came out of the kitchen and stopped the husband and wife with a half-smile, “I will take good care of my dad and make him carefree. But my uncle and aunt are worried about my family. You don’t need to think about these. It is better to go home and take care of your precious son.”
“You have sharp teeth and sharp mouths. You are neither old nor young. It seems like you are studying nothing in college.” Sister-in-law Song saw that Yan Xi even dared to talk back to her, and she was even angrier when she saw that Yan Xi, a junior, dared to talk back to her. If it were her daughter, she would have passed by with a big ear.
(Big ear: To be nosy and listen to other people’s private conversations)
“Not only did I study for nothing in college, but I also studied for nothing as a postgraduate student,” Yan Xi curled her eyebrows with a smile, “Who told my parents to spoil me and let me study no matter how much money I spent, please forgive me, auntie.”
Saying that her father has money and looks down on them, she will let them see what the attitude of “it’s great to have a little stinky money” means.
“Third brother, is this how you educate your children?” Uncle Song looked at Song Hai.
Song Hai lowered his head and did not speak, pretending not to hear.
Eldest Song was so angry by the attitude of the father and daughter that his face turned blue and black, and he left the gate of the Song family angrily with his wife.
Yan Xi turned back and sat next to Song Hai. Seeing that the anger on Song Hai’s face had not completely disappeared, she cut fruit for him: “Dad, eat some fruit to calm down.”
“Don’t take what they say to heart. Dad won’t think like them,” Song Hai carefully observed Yan Xi’s expression. Seeing that she was not sad because of his eldest brother and sister-in-law’s words, he shook his head. He sighed: “Your uncle’s youngest son was admitted to the Imperial Capital University. Today, he went to the school to report and said that the school housing conditions were not good, and he wanted to live in our house.”
Song Hai’s hometown is not in the Imperial capital but a somewhat remote area. Over the years, Song Hai has worked hard by himself. They have not helped. Instead, when he divorced his ex-wife, they spoke sarcastically in his hometown. These words had long been passed down to Song Hai by good people, but he didn’t pay much attention to them.
“Maybe he doesn’t want to leave while he’s here,” Yan Xi knew what the uncle’s family was planning, so she patted Song Hai on the shoulder, “Dad, don’t think too much. Your daughter is with you.”
“I have long known what kind of people they are and how I could take them to heart,” Song Hai smiled. “I am worried you will be sad after hearing their words.”
“What they said doesn’t count,” Yan Xi said, smiling, “I know you love me the most, Dad, so I don’t care what they say.”
“This mentality is just like me,” Song Hai nibbled on the fruit Yan Xi cut for him.
“When others intend to provoke you, the better you laugh and the more easy-going you are, the more angry others will be.”
A smile is sometimes tolerance. Sometimes, it is also a weapon.
Yan Xi had only one idea after being instilled in a black-bellied learning trick by her dad.
Dad, I didn’t expect you to be such a dad.
When she returned to her room after dinner, Yan Xi turned on her computer and logged in to the chat software. The avatar of the publishing house editor kept flashing. She opened the chatbox, and her eyes were irritated by the big red bold font.
Ming Ming: Ah ah ah ah! Miss, your book has exploded and sold out!!
Ming Ming: Hello!
Ming Ming: Are you here? Are you here?!!!
Through these blood-red exclamation marks, Yan Xi felt the editor’s excitement.
Sitting cross-legged on the large and soft chair, she casually typed the next word: “Yes.”
As soon as the message was sent, there was a reply there.
Ming Ming: Sister, you are finally willing to show up! I’m going to kneel down for you. Do you still have the self-consciousness of being a popular artist on the Internet?!
Xiao Xi: No.
(Yan Xi Weibo’s name is Xiao Xi means Small Stream)
The editor seemed to taste coldness and calmness from her two words. At that moment, he told her about the book sales situation and specifically emphasized her achievement as the top ten bestseller.
Yan Xi felt that the editor must be an energetic young man. Still, these exclamation marks caused her cardiac arrest and her blood pressure to rise.
Xiao Xi: My beauty, the exclamation is no longer popular. Can we change the punctuation mark and use it?
Ming Ming: Only this exclamation mark can perfectly express my emotions, Miss. Let’s start the signing.
Yan Xi’s typing hand paused. She never considered appearing in front of netizens.
Xiao Xi: If I can rely on my talent to eat, why will I rely on my face?
This was a tactful refusal. The editor probably understood her concerns, and after persuading her to disagree, he did not mention the matter again.
After the chat, Yan Xi went to take a bath, dried her hair, and lay on the bed. She turned on her mobile phone to open the circle of friends and found that her application for the second young master of the Changfeng group had been approved.
The other party’s name is very simple. It’s called “Yuan Yi,” and the avatar is a landscape picture, which looks like a picture that comes with the mobile phone system. She remarked the other party’s name was “Bachelor Reserve” and, after thinking about it, changed it to “Mr. Yuan Xiaoer.”
(xiǎo ér means young child)
This one ranks second in the Yuan family, and there is nothing wrong with changing to the Yuan Xiaoer.
Turning over and lying on the bed, Yan Xi clicked on her circle of friends and liked a few friends’ moments. When she saw someone take a picture of a book and the cover of the book looked familiar, she was stunned.
It turns out that her book has been so popular that even her circle of friends has bought it?
Yuan Xiaoer: Okay. (Picture)
Yaan Xi read this message several times, and after making sure that she was not dazzled, she secretly clicked like on it.
She is not praising Yuan Xiaoer but praising herself.
Yuan Family Home.
Yuan Yi put the bookmark on the book’s page, turned around, and put the book on the shelf. He doesn’t know who sent these books. He flipped through them casually. Most of them were nonsense, but one book was interesting.
This is a comic book. The protagonist is a strange-looking animal, but it is very cute, drawn by the author. Every story in it is very warm and moving. It is very suitable for people who are busy at work or have a stressful life. Take a look and relax in your spare time.
“Second young master,” Auntie knocked on the study door and walked in with a glass of milk, “It’s almost ten o’clock. Would you like to drink some milk before going to bed?”
“Thank you,” after taking a sip of the milk, Yuan Yi turned to look at the book called “Little Monster” on the bookshelf. He didn’t expect him to see it so late. He rubbed his temples, “Aunt Li, go and rest, and I will go to bed right away.”
Aunt Li took more than half of the milk he drank and walked out of the study with a smile.
When Yuan Yi returned to the room, there were already a lot of likes and comments in his circle of friends.
Some people said good things for the sake of the Changfeng group, some joked that he could even read comic books, and others joked and said they would buy them to read too. Among the pile of likes, Yuan Yi saw Yan Xi’s figure.
It’s not that He doesn’t play WeChat often. Where did this come from? It can’t be hand-swiping, right?
Yuan Yi stared at the red avatar of Mao Xue Wang for a long time before clicking in.
(Mao Xue Wang’s food is made of duck blood curd, tripe, chicken gizzard, and other organ parts simmered in a broth made of peppercorn and chilies. It is popular because of the different textures featured in the dish – from silky (via the blood curd) to chewy (gizzard and heart) and even crunchy (tripe))
The last update was eight days ago.
Yan Single Dog: Daddy’s cooking.
The nine pictures are all full of various home-cooked dishes.
The last one was two or three months ago.
Yan Single Dog: I met an idiot, pure. [With a picture of an ugly crying Shar-Pei dog]
Not to mention anything else, this Shar Pei dog is really ugly, and He doesn’t know where this woman found it.
The time between the third to last bar and the second to last bar is not long, and the accompanying picture is a rising sun.
Yan Single Dog: The sun today is so beautiful, like a poached egg.
Yuan Yi stared at the picture for a long time and felt that… it was indeed a bit like a poached egg.
Thinking of this, he quickly logged out of WeChat and turned off his phone.
This woman is simply spiritual contamination, and her aesthetics rooked.