Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 25 Rebellion

Hands up playfully, silent as a Girl Scout reassurance.Seeing that Will finally relaxed, Song Xiaoye also laughed.

Seeing the locomotive passing the curve, she turned around, and within a few steps, she raised her head vigilantly.

In the shade, flashing headlights.The young man took a few steps forward, but stopped in the end.Behind him, in front of the blue Porsche, there are cigarette butts all over the floor.

Song Xiaoye stood where she was, looking at Song Haohua with a gloomy expression, unable to tell what it was like in her heart.

After a while, she came forward pretending to be relaxed, "Third brother, are you waiting for me?"

There was no answer, Song Haohua remained silent, just staring at Song Xiaoye.

Song Xiaoye moved her feet and didn't wait any longer, but just as she passed by Song Haohua, Song Haohua suddenly grabbed her arm.

"I'm very worried about you..." Song Haohua said in a low voice, his voice was low, revealing an inexplicable and unexplainable sadness, "Perhaps, you really don't need me anymore..."

As if smiling, he was silent for a moment before letting go, "Be careful, Fifth Uncle is very angry. Although I have persuaded him for a long time, but...in short, be careful when you speak, and don't be like the same as before."

Turning around and opening the car door, he took out a small paper bag and stuffed it into Song Xiaoye's arms.

"I," raised his hand, but lowered it just as he was about to touch Song Xiaoye's cheek.

Song Haohua just backed away with a smile, "I'll go first..."

Without looking back, Song Xiaoye only turned around when she heard the sound of the car starting.

Under the dim street lights, she could only see the fleeting shadow of the car.But for some reason, she always had the illusion that in that Porsche, Song Haohua was looking at her from afar through the rear sight...

"Brother Haohua..." Muttering in a low voice, Song Xiaoye fiddled with the medicine bottles in the paper bag in her arms, her eyes felt a little hot.

Ignoring the non-stop ringing of the phone, Song Xiaoye stood for a long time before slowly walking into the villa behind him after sorting out his emotions.

The Song House in Sham Shui Po only lived with Song Zhenfeng's family. Compared with the mansions on the top of the mountain, it is naturally much worse. But in Hong Kong, where land is very expensive, such a villa with a small private garden is already rare.

In the hall, the lights were bright, except for the servants, all three members of the Song family were in the hall.

Obviously impatient with waiting, Song Xiaoye just approached, Song Zhenfeng jumped up and slapped him.

Song Xiaoye didn't blink, she was slapped, she didn't even cover her face.

Looking at Song Zhenfeng fixedly, the surprise and heartache were no longer in her eyes.

These two slaps today have destroyed the illusions she once had.No matter in the previous life or in this life, she is doomed to find it impossible to find the father's love that is lacking in her life.

As it is now, at least, she won't have any extravagant hopes.

Because of Song Xiaoye's staring eyes, and also because of the unexpected crying and begging for mercy, after the slap, Song Zhenfeng was also taken aback.

Seeing the bloodshot from the corner of Song Xiaoye's mouth, he twitched the corner of his mouth, but immediately, that trace of apology was overwhelmed by anger.

"Say, where did you go fooling around?! You unfilial daughter, you want to piss me off? You just got into such a big disaster, and you dare to run outside?!"

Song Xiaoye didn't speak, but looked at the other two people in the hall.

Wang Meiling was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. No matter how fiercely Song Zhenfeng scolded or beat her, the coffee cup in her hand didn't even tremble.

It was as if everything had nothing to do with her, yes, Wang Meiling didn't bother to do things like fan the flames, and besides, even if she didn't do anything, Song Zhenfeng's anger was already big enough.

Because of Wang Meiling's suppression, no matter how gloating Song Yazhi was, she couldn't be too obvious, but when Song Xiaoye looked at her, she couldn't help curling her lips and muttering, "Xiaoye, you better apologize to Dad! You today, But it pissed Dad off—how could it be like that? Even Dad went to the backstage to call you, you dare..."

"Song Yazhi!" Intercepting Song Yazhi's words, Song Xiaoye looked at her coldly, even though Song Zhenfeng said unhappily, "Why are you talking to your sister", she still sneered and said:
"What's going on, everyone knows it well, you don't have to pretend to be a good person there! If you and my little aunt didn't work hard behind the scenes, how could I get this heroine?"

Song Yazhi's expression turned serious, and she looked at Wang Meiling nervously.

Wang Meiling frowned, but still gave her daughter a comforting look, then turned her head to look at Song Zhenfeng who was suppressing her anger.

"Zhenfeng, it's just..."

She wanted to defend Song Yazhi, but Song Xiaoye didn't give her that chance.

"It's no big deal that you and little aunt want to harm me!"

Song Xiaoye pursed her lips and smiled, "It's just like what I told you that day. Because of you, I realized that standing on the stage is such a joyful thing—I'm very happy!"

Wang Meiling's face darkened, and she looked at Song Xiaoye with disgust in her eyes.

But Song Xiaoye didn't seem to notice it at all, and continued to say: "There is indeed blood that is different from yours in my body..."

"Zhenfeng—" Wang Meiling suddenly screamed.

In Song Xiaoye's seemingly flat and non-aggressive tone, Wang Meiling finally tore off the mask of virtuousness she had always had.

"I can't control it anymore! I can't control it... You heard what she said! These years, when have I treated her badly? Doesn't she eat and use the same thing as Yazhi? But what did she say? ?”

Screaming, Wang Meiling clutched her chest, and tears flowed as soon as she said, "Zhenfeng, it's not that I want to complain, but she looks like this, no matter how good I am to her, I show her my heart, and she doesn't care." If you are satisfied, you still have to think that I am a vicious woman..."

Because of Wang Meiling's sudden outburst, Song Zhenfeng was also at a loss.

Looking at the crying wife, and looking at Song Xiaoye who was looking at Wang Meiling silently, no matter how you look at it, you can feel that the smile on the corner of Song Xiaoye's mouth is full of mockery.

"You unfilial daughter, let's see what you've done to your mother?" With a yell, Song Zhenfeng glanced left and right, and suddenly grabbed Song Yazhi's whip that was thrown on the sofa, and swung it over without hesitation.

Caught off guard, he was whipped on the back by the horsewhip.The burning pain made Song Xiaoye's forehead sweat immediately.

However, she was only willing to suffer this.

When Song Zhenfeng swung the whip down again, Song Xiaoye grabbed the tip of the whip.

Although he couldn't take the whip back, Song Zhenfeng earned a few times, but he didn't take it back.

The whip tip rubbed against her palm, with a shivering pain, as if it was grinding on her heart.

"You don't need to fight!" Song Xiaoye yelled coldly, although her voice was trembling, she still yelled without showing any weakness: "I will go by myself--you have never treated me as a family..."

Wang Meiling, who was crying, stopped crying, and seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it again, not only did not speak anymore, but also pulled Song Yazhi down to prevent her from interjecting.

Not paying attention to the interaction between Wang Meiling's mother and daughter, Song Xiaoye just stared at her father who had completely chilled her heart.

"Dad," she paused, and whispered twice, "maybe, you don't want me to call you that at all. Since you were young, you have never liked me—but,"

Choked up, Song Xiaoye said in a low voice: "It's not that I want to be born... To be carried back, I don't even have a choice..."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, she didn't want to cry so cowardly, "Forget it! It's meaningless to say that. You don't like me, and I don't like you either. It's a waste of life for everyone to continue to waste time like this..."

Throwing her hands away, she was not afraid of Song Zhenfeng's whipping again, so she took another step forward, "Tell me, who is the woman who gave birth to me!"

Because of Song Xiaoye's question, Song Zhenfeng's complexion changed, and he took two steps back unconsciously.

"I checked the old news before. There were several female celebrities who had close contacts with you one or two years before I was born..."

Licking her lips, Song Xiaoye gave a wry smile, "I don't want to know whether it's you who kept her or whether it's true love or not. I just want to know whose other half of my blood is flowing in my body. Knowing this, I'm leaving right now, and I won't bother you again..."

I don't know if he didn't hear Song Xiaoye's words, or if he was already lost in memory, Song Zhenfeng sat down on the sofa with a dazed expression, and didn't answer Song Xiaoye's words for a long time.

"Xiaoye, enough is enough!" Wang Meiling rushed over suddenly, and stopped in front of Song Zhenfeng, with a protective attitude, as if Song Xiaoye was a scourge.

"You have also seen how difficult your father is in front of the master because of you. Why do you still have the heart to force your father now? He is your father, not your enemy..."

Touching the sore spot on her back with her backhand, Song Xiaoye laughed.

Not an enemy?With such great strength, she thought they were sworn enemies!

"If you do something wrong, you must be punished. Whether it's you or Yazhi—now, go back upstairs! This week, you are not allowed to go anywhere except school!"

"Mom..." Song Yazhi exclaimed, but when Wang Meiling winked at her, she closed her mouth.

Looking at Wang Meiling, Song Xiaoye blinked and suddenly laughed.

This was the first time Wang Meiling reprimanded her so bluntly.It was also the first time that they showed their contradictions in front of Song Zhenfeng.

for what?
Facing Wang Meiling's cold eyes, Song Xiaoye stopped talking, didn't ask Song Zhenfeng any more, turned around and walked upstairs.

Song Yazhi quickly caught up, cursing viciously: "If it wasn't for you, I would have been grounded too! It's all your fault, you, an actor..."

"Song Yazhi," called out abruptly, Song Xiaoye turned her head, stared at her, and smiled strangely: "How about going to the hall and scolding like this in front of your father?"

"What did you say?" Song Yazhi blinked suspiciously.

"I mean, maybe, you can run down there and curse a few more times in front of Dad, so that I can also know what he thinks..."

She bent down and looked down at the situation in the hall. Although she couldn't see Song Zhenfeng's expression clearly, looking at Wang Meiling who was slowly squatting down in front of him and holding his hands, Song Xiaoye had a very strange feeling:

"Perhaps I was also born for love—maybe!"

　For sister Youying Wuhen, there are two updates today, and another update at [-] pm.

　　
　
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