Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 839 Death Anniversary of Song Jing’s Father
The servant in charge of breakfast saw Bai Shao coming out and hurriedly came forward to say hello: "Good morning, young lady, breakfast is ready. Do you need to send it to your room?"

Bai Shao shook his head: "No, I can just eat in the restaurant. Where are grandpa and Song Jing?"

"Today is..." The servant hesitated, and finally explained vaguely: "The old lady is fasting for a day and meditating in the room. The young master just said that he won't eat."

Bai Shao heard something was wrong and asked doubtfully: "What's going on? Is today a special day?"

The servant sighed: "We can't talk about this, please forgive me, young lady."

Bai Shao understood that something must have happened today, but the servant couldn't make the decision, so he didn't know whether he should let her know.

She did not embarrass the servant and nodded: "I understand, go ahead and do your work. I will go find the eldest master first and then go over for breakfast later."

"Okay, young lady... The eldest young master seems to be in the study." The servant breathed a sigh of relief and enthusiastically gave directions.

"Thank you."

Bai Shao thanked her and went straight to the study.

Song Jing's study was right next to their wedding room. The door was ajar and Bai Shao could open it with a push.

But after thinking about it, she raised her hand and knocked on the door first.

Song Jing's deep voice soon came from inside the door: "Come in."

Bai Shao then stepped lightly, opened the door and walked in.

The curtains in the study were not opened. The sun was shining brightly outside, but the room was gloomy.

Song Jing's tall figure sat in front of the desk, but the computer was not turned on.

As he got closer, Bai Shao discovered that Song Jing was staring intently at a jade toad paperweight on the corner of the table. His eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Husband, why are you sitting here alone?"

Bai Shao walked over, gently hugged Song Jing's shoulders, and gently rubbed her chin on the top of his head.

Song Jing looked up as if he was just waking up from a dream. When he saw it was her, his eyes slowly returned to clarity. He raised his hand naturally and covered the back of Bai Shao's thin hand.

"Why don't you sleep more and why are you up so early?"

"If I had continued to sleep, I would have never known that my husband was so unhappy."

The two of them had been together for so long, and Bai Shao had never seen Song Jing look so depressed and depressed.

She looked at the jade toad paperweight and asked tentatively: "I didn't see grandpa doing morning exercises in the yard today, and you didn't eat breakfast. Did something happen that I don't know about?"

Bai Shao's voice was so gentle that it instantly hit the most vulnerable part of Song Jing's heart. He turned his whole body around, hugged Bai Shao's waist, buried his face in her waist, and didn't speak for a long time.

Bai Shao didn't rush her, silently hugging Song Jing tightly, stroking his hair with her slender fingers, trying to soothe the unhappiness in his heart.

After a while, Song Jing seemed to have gained enough strength from the embrace of Bai Shao. He raised his head and looked at her with unconcealable sadness in his eyes: "I'm sorry for making you worry. Today...is my father's death anniversary." .”

"Is it dad's death anniversary?" Bai Shao was surprised, and then her heart was filled with guilt: "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

Bai Shao only knew that Song Jing's parents passed away a long time ago, but did not know the specific time.

She tightened her arms and hugged Song Jing again: "Do we need to pay homage to dad?"

"No, grandpa has already asked people to worship him."

Song Jing pulled Bai Shao into his arms and hugged her tightly. The lost place in his heart was filled again, and then he spoke again.

"After my father and mother left in an accident, my grandfather and I were the only ones left at home to depend on each other. My grandfather was afraid that I would be hurt by the situation and wouldn't let me go to pay homage to their graves. On this day every year, my grandfather would lock himself up. He refused to come out of the room, so I went to invite him, but he only said that he was fasting for one day. Over the years, it has become a routine."

Song Jing said calmly, but Bai Shao's heart ached when he heard: "What about you?"

Mr. Song locked himself up and was sad alone. What about Song Jing?
Is there anyone with him, is there anyone by his side to comfort him?
Song Jing noticed her distress, raised his hand to caress her soft cheek, and took the jade toad paperweight to show her. "This paperweight was a gift from my father when I first learned to write calligraphy. He is a very silent person and doesn't like to talk much, but he is very meaningful and can write well..."

In the quiet time in the study, Song Jing told Bai Shao one by one the past events that were deeply hidden in his heart. The longing and loneliness that no one could talk about for so many years were slowly released in the quiet time of such years.

Bai Shao also listened attentively, trying hard to piece together the happy times he had had between the lines of Song Jing's words.

The silence in the room was finally broken by the rapid ringing of a mobile phone.

The Song Group had urgent matters to deal with, and the executives couldn't make a decision. Song Jing could only get up quickly and prepare to go to the company.

But seeing the worry on Bai Shao's face, he was very reluctant to give up: "I'll tell you when I get back. You don't want to go to the piano store today, and have a good rest at home."

"Well, I'll wait for your return at home."

Bai Shao obediently agreed and sent Song Jing out.

Turning around, Bai Shao planned to make two vegetarian snacks to send to Mr. Song.

Song Jing lost his parents when he was young, and Mr. Song also gave birth to a man with white hair and a man with black hair.

She felt sorry for Song Jing, and she also felt sorry for Mr. Song, but she was not good at her craftsmanship. I wonder if grandpa would dislike it?

No matter what, as long as I can comfort Grandpa, that's fine.

Bai Shao quickly planned out the ingredients for making snacks, including flour, vegetable oil, sugar, and some chrysanthemum petals for decoration.

Everything else is ready-made, only chrysanthemums need to be picked fresh.

Fortunately, chrysanthemums were cultivated in the back garden of the Song family. They came in yellow, white, and other colors. Bai Shao decided to pick them himself.

As soon as he walked into the back garden, Bai Shao clearly felt that the back garden was particularly deserted today.

I think it's because today is the death anniversary of Song Jing's parents, and the servants at home know the taboos, so they are much quieter than usual.

Bai Shao walked along the path to the flower house. As soon as she rounded a rockery, she suddenly heard a sound of muttered thoughts coming from behind the rockery.

"...Young Master, when the Young Madam betrayed you, you went after her in anger and the accident happened. The Master still insisted on hiding this matter. You have been wronged for so many years... How have you lived underground these years?" Okay? If the young lady is still alive, she will definitely get her comeuppance, don’t feel sad..."

Bai Shao's steps faltered, and she recognized the voice of the old housekeeper.

After hearing the content clearly, her pupils trembled slightly.

The "young master" mentioned by the old housekeeper should refer to Song Jing's father, Song Ye.

The old butler has been coming to the Song family for more than 40 years. He has accompanied Mr. Song all the way. Although he is said to be a butler, he is actually half the master of the Song family.

Therefore, the old housekeeper should know the best about what happened back then.

But didn't Song Jing's parents pass away in an accident on the same day? Why did the old housekeeper say something different?
Could it be that there was another hidden reason behind the death of Song Jing's parents?

This thought flashed through Bai Shao's heart, and she was shocked. She subconsciously concentrated her energy and listened carefully.

"Now that the young master has grown up, the young lady he married is good-looking and a nice person. The master is very satisfied. I wonder if you have seen it in heaven? If you have seen it, you have a spirit in heaven. You must bless the young master and his wife. The young lady will give birth to the Song family heir as soon as possible, so that the master can feel at ease... The master is still very sad today, and the young master is not happy either. If the family can have a child earlier, they will definitely be happy..."

The old housekeeper was still thinking casually, while Bai Shao's heart was pounding.

It turns out that Song Jing's father had an accident because Song Jing's mother betrayed him?

Only Song Jing's father, Song Ye, died in an accident that year. Song Jing's mother is still alive?

Are these... real?
Bai Shao was in a state of confusion.

After a while, he regained his composure, turned around with gentle steps, and returned to the original route.

(End of this chapter)