Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 144 - 128: Song Family Affairs
Chapter 144: Chapter 128: Song Family Affairs
The twilight gradually deepens, Su Tongxi helps Song Yiyi pack her clothes and luggage, and then they linger for a moment in the now quiet market.
As Su Lin had anticipated, Su Tongxi then takes Song Yiyi to the Su Family’s Old Mansion to explain the situation to Su Qi.
In the afterglow of the sunset, Su Qi stands at the entrance of the old mansion, solemnly seeing off the two girls, his gaze falling upon Song Yiyi:
“In that case, Miss Yiyi, rest assured to stay at my nephew’s place. If that rascal dares to bully you, feel free to come to me.”
He knows well Su Lin’s lecherous nature and is wary of Song Yiren’s unfathomable background; even though Song Yiyi is the “hostage” left by her sister, she must be treated with respect.
As for Su Lin’s dealings with the Treasure Meat today, he does not inquire further, nor does he mention it to the two girls.
“Bu-bully?” Song Yiyi’s cheeks flush suddenly, hurriedly nodding in agreement, “Will… will do!”
She speaks swiftly, realizing her overly hasty response, her ears burning as she shyly lowers her head, her voice almost inaudible:
“Tha- thank you, Uncle.”
“Uncle?” Su Qi, upon hearing, shows a slightly odd expression.
Seeing her like this, Su Tongxi couldn’t help but laugh, quickly taking her hand:
“Uncle Qi, we should go back, or Brother Kirin will be worried.”
Su Qi: “…Alright.”
Watching the two girls’ figures fade into the distance, Su Qi stands with his hands behind his back, gazing at the setting sun, shaking his head, muttering to himself:
“That boy… who does he even take after? Several generations have been infatuated with love, but he…”
Song Yiren’s closeness to Su Lin may have a deeper meaning, but as for this girl Song Yiyi, he sees through her instantly; seeming willful but actually pure-hearted.
Unexpectedly, in just a short time, she seems to have harbored an affection for Linzi.
Strange…
Thinking of the information Su Tongxi relayed about Song Yiren and “ancient evil cults” and “gods,” Su Qi feels a wave of impotence surge in his heart, sighing deeply:
“This world is truly ever-changing, and I can no longer see clearly. Alas, if only the teacher were here, how wonderful it would be…”
Full of doubts, yet no one to solve them.
Where exactly is Song Yiren’s city-level background from?
What is the current situation in Lanfeng Town?
What about those mysterious people?
…
On the way back, Song Yiyi still does not realize her mistake in addressing, allowing Su Tongxi to hold her hand, her thoughts drifting aimlessly.
The hustle and bustle of the trade day have faded, most residents left in the village are locals or remaining wanderers.
Recognizing Su Tongxi, the villagers smile warmly and nod in greeting.
This scene suddenly reminds Song Yiyi of the Lanfeng Town of her past.
When her father was still in the upper echelons of Lanfeng Town, she was in the village just like this.
Song Yiyi feels a pang in her heart, sighing softly.
“What’s wrong?” Su Tongxi asks with concern.
“Hm? Ah…N-nothing!” Song Yiyi shakes her head quickly, unwilling to let her dreariness affect the other.
Su Tongxi gazes at her face, almost no different from her sister’s but now filled with yearning, knowingly, she gently cradles her hand:
“Is it… homesickness?”
The gentle words instantly shattered Song Yiyi’s façade of strength.
Her nose tingles, her eyes redden, her teeth bite her lip tightly, forcing back the tears.
Su Tongxi feels a pity, leading her into the shade beside the road, tiptoeing to barely hug her shoulders.
The two are of similar build, carrying the delicate frames of young girls.
With soft words, Su Tongxi shares her past:
“My parents and I were also wanderers. They… passed away two years ago, leaving only me at home… it was Mr. Su and Mrs. Su who took me in…”
She narrates calmly, including Su Lin’s past folly.
Song Yiyi listens, tears finally breaking free, resonating with Su Tongxi’s past hardship, yet also feeling some anger towards Su Lin’s former self.
Such a lovely girl as Tongxi, yet he disdained, only fancied big bottoms!
Truly… a pervert!
She unconsciously sneaks her hand behind, brushing over the part repeatedly “cared for” by a certain someone, her face heating, finally understanding why that person loved patting her then…
“Pervert!” she can’t help but spit out.
Su Tongxi presses her lips in a silent laugh.
Looking at her, a warmth flows through Song Yiyi’s heart, knowing Tongxi is using her scars to comfort her.
Emotionally, she hugs the petite figure before her:
“Tongxi, you’re so kind!”
“Sister Yiyi is kind too.” Su Tongxi responds warmly, nestled in her embrace.
“…You spoke of your parents, so I’ll say mine as well.”
In a reciprocating manner, Song Yiyi begins to tell her story.
Su Tongxi’s eyes briefly flicker, a fleeting, difficult-to-catch flash of guilt crosses her face, but vanishes swiftly.
“My family, before the end times actually… wasn’t bad. My dad wasn’t educated but made quite a bit of money doing some… um… grey area business. My mom is just a regular housewife, stayed with him before his rise, their relationship was always quite good… it’s just… my dad, he was too stubborn…”
Tears shimmer in Song Yiyi’s eyes, her voice chokes up:
“Actually… I’ve always hated him… hated him for causing my mom’s death…”
…
Lanfeng Village.
The twilight falls, lanterns sparkle like stars in the village’s shadow.
In a safe house at the village center, a silhouette in a goose-yellow silk dress stands by the window.
“How is he now?” A cool voice resonates.
“Reporting to the master, still as before, daily condemning… accusing you of occupying his daughter’s body.”
Lanfeng Village’s leader Chen Xinting surprisingly kneels respectfully behind the silhouette.
“Humph.”
The fading twilight outlines Song Yiren’s profile, her lips curling into a self-mocking cold smile:
“Two years, and he remains just as stubborn. It wasn’t enough that he killed my mom, he wants to drag Yiyi into the abyss too?”
Chen Xinting murmurs softly:
“Mortal man can hardly fathom the divine greatness and arrangement?”
“Enough!”
Song Yiren’s face chills, interrupting coldly:
“This has nothing to do with divinity!”
Her voice sharply rises, filled with suppressed fury:
“Purely his stubbornness ingrained in his bones! Believing blindly in his ’successful life’, tolerating no dissent, lives entirely in his imagined world!
“If it weren’t for him stubbornly insisting two years ago that my mom only had a regular fever, determined to save money for medicine to buy treasure meat, my mom wouldn’t have died!
“If it weren’t for his naive trust in those people’s claims, convinced ’possession’ would devour my consciousness, convinced I was no longer his daughter, convinced I was a fake… he wouldn’t have fled Lanfeng Town overnight with Yiyi!
“He’s just a fool! A stubborn, hopeless fool!
“Because of some outsiders’ preconceived words, he wouldn’t even believe his own daughter’s words!
“In his eyes, children are forever like toddlers, else of lower status than him! Their words hold even less weight than overheard passersby’s sayings!”
The cold accusations echo within the room, Song Yiren even abandoning her usual manner of speaking.
After venting, she seems drained of energy, smiling self-deprecatingly:
“If he knew his thousands of conjectures were nothing but a fool’s self-assumption, he might laugh himself silly? If he ever sees my discomposed appearance, surely the mysterious elegance of Song Yiren in his mind would also shatter?”
Chen Xinting bows lower, daring not to respond.
For a long while, Song Yiren exhales deeply and waves her hand tiredly:
“Enough. Let him live in this village, trapped in his imagined conspiracy, left to his own devices. Watch him, don’t let the other faction contact him again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chen Xinting replies.
He hesitates for a moment, cautiously starts:
“Master, about the ’mutation’ investigation from the cult…”
“Mutation?”
Before finishing, Song Yiren interrupts.
The willow-like beauty twirls around swiftly, her goose-yellow dress blooming like a flower, instantly restoring her mysterious grace, lips curving into a perfect arc, voice ethereal:
“Report that I’ve traversed this place, seeing no trace of the so-called ’mutation’.”
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