After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 137 Outbreak
Song's mother and Song Jingyang got out of the car, while Song's father drove the car into the underground garage.

"Come on Yezi, go up and see how long it's been since you came back."

Mother Song smiled and took Song Yezi's hand, and handed her suitcase to Song Jingyang.

"Come, carry your sister's luggage."

Song Jingyang took it very reluctantly, with a look of displeasure on his face.

"no need."

Song Yezi had no expression on her face. She took the suitcase from Song Jingyang's hand, turned around and put it at the door of the property.

"Mom, I won't stay here tonight. I will go back to my own place. You and Dad asked me to come back because you have something to say, so just say it directly."

Mother Song's eyes flashed with embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, then go upstairs and talk."

Song Yezi pressed the elevator button and several people went upstairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw an old lady sitting on the sofa with a bad look on her face.

"Mom, Yezi is back."

The old lady turned her head and took a look, giving Song Yezi a rare smile.

Song Yezi thought he was wrong. This old lady had always treated her coldly when she was a child. Why was she so good-tempered today? Her eyes were so smiling that her little thoughts almost spilled out.

Before she could sit down, Father Song had already parked the car and got out.

"Why don't you stand, sit down? Nozi, we bought a lot of fruits, jackfruit, durian, let's eat them."

Father Song warmly invited Song Yezi to sit down.

Song Yezi responded with a chuckle.

"Dad, I never eat durian, and I'm allergic to jackfruit."

Father Song's movements froze in place, and then he retracted his hand angrily.

In fact, Song Yezi didn't feel angry or sad about this kind of thing at all. Anyway, he was used to it.

She sat on the single sofa farthest from the old lady and got straight to the point.

"Mom and Dad, you are so anxious to call me back and say you want to discuss something with me. What is it?"

Father Song and Mother Song then sat down.

Song's father glanced at Song's mother, and the two made eye contact, then turned around and said to Yezi with a smile on his face.

"Yezi, look at you, you are 26 this year. Should you also consider... Your mother and I are also worried about you."

Song Yezi snorted in his heart, that was indeed what he meant.

She took a sip of spring and said.

"My parents don't have to worry about this. Even if I don't get married, I will still give you money every month."

There was a moment of embarrassment on Father Song's face.

The large flat they live in now, Song's father's new car, and all Song Jingyang's school supplies were all spent with Song Yezi's money.

"That's not what we meant, Yezi. Mom and Dad really hope you can live well."

Song's mother quickly helped Song's father smooth things over.

"I'm living a good life now, Mom, Dad, you really don't have to worry about this."

When Song Yezi was only 23 years old, Song's father and Song's mother also told her this once. After Song Yezi added 50 to their account, the two never mentioned it again.

Song Yezi knew what they wanted most.

"If there is nothing else, I will go back to my home first. Don't worry, you raised me until I am an adult. I will remember this kindness. This year's New Year's red envelopes will only be more than in previous years, not less."

After saying that, she stood up.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Song's mother quickly stopped her.

"Yezi, don't worry, we... have one more thing."

When she said this, the old lady next to her also raised her head and looked at her.

Song Yezi knew that things were not that simple.

"Let's talk."

She sat down again.

Father Song's eyes dodge twice, as if he had made up his mind before he spoke.

"It's your grandma. She has a health problem."

"Oh."

Song Yezi replied coldly. "How much does the treatment cost? Should I forward it to you, or should I arrange for a doctor?"

"neither."

Father Song lowered his head and said.

Song's mother finally couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke before Song's father.

"You're such a wild child. Your grandma has uremia. The doctor said that there is only one way to cure it, and that is a kidney transplant."

Song Yezi almost laughed out loud.

"You want me to get a kidney transplant?"

Mother Song shook her head quickly.

"No, no, we won't do anything to harm you. Fortunately, we have found a matching kidney. His mother is dying, so it happens to be a good match for your grandma. However, the other party has conditions."

"what?"

Mother Song hesitated for a long time before she dared to speak.

"The other party's condition is... to... marry you, and then he will donate a kidney to..."

"Bang!"

Before Song's mother finished speaking, Song Yezi overturned the fruit plate on the coffee table, and durians with a special smell were scattered all over the room.

Cherry tomatoes and winter dates rolled all over the floor.

Song Yezi had a cold face, and Song Jingyang was also frightened by her, holding the phone and not daring to move.

The old lady was frightened by her, but then she started to curse.

"You damn girl, your parents picked you up and fed you, clothed you, and studied for you. This is how you repay them? Is this home a place for you to run wild?"

Song Yezi's sharp eyes glanced at the old lady, and she shut up again.

Seeing that Song Yezi didn't say a word, Song's father couldn't help but speak.

"Yezi, how can you throw things casually? How did I teach you when I was a child!"

"How did you teach me?"

Song Yezi sneered.

"What you taught me the most when I was a kid was not not to throw things casually, nor to respect your elders, because you didn't teach me that at all. Ever since I was a kid, haven't your attention always been on Song Jingyang?"

Father Song choked at her words.

Song Yezi continued.

"Mom had a lot of polyps in her uterus and the uterine wall was too thin, so it was difficult for her to conceive. You adopted me because of this. Have you forgotten?"

Mother Song slapped the table and stood up.

"What did you say!"

Song Yezi ignored her.

"What I said is right. Later, when you had Song Jingyang, you began to regret adopting me. But it was too late and you couldn't send me back, so I was left behind. That's right."

Mother Song was also speechless.

"In all these years, you have never been to one of my parent-teacher conferences. All my four-year college tuition fees were student loans. You didn't even know that I won an award for the first time."

She looked at everyone in the room.

"This counts as you raising me. At least you didn't starve me when I was underage. But the money I have sent home in the past few years has been dozens of times what you used to raise me."

Father Song still held the key to the Cayenne in his hand.

“Can the kindness of raising someone be expressed clearly with money?”

His voice was low, and he took on the attitude of his head teacher who was telling the whole class.

Song Yezi smiled.

"Then you won't accept it too?"

"you!"

Song Yezi picked up his bag, stood up, and walked to the door.

"You just treat the old lady's disease. As for the kidney matching, don't even think about it. I don't care what method you use. Whether you can convince that person depends on your own ability."

She suddenly turned her head and stared into Mother Song's eyes.

"But if I hear such outrageous words again, you have to pay for her treatment yourself."

After speaking, she went out the door without looking back.

(End of this chapter)