Chapter 48: Can only dote on her

Hearing this, Madam Song's eyes were full of regret.

Although she had been mentally prepared for a long time, she was still very sad.

Over the years, she had missed her daughter every moment.

But fortunately, she still had Song Yiyan.

Although Song Yiyan was not her biological child, she had raised her with her own hands, "Yiyan, thank you."

"Mom, what are you saying!" Song Yiyan held Madam Song's hand, "I'm your daughter, this is what I should do. I hope more than you do that we can find elder sister soon and our family can be reunited."

Hearing these words, Madam Song hugged Song Yiyan tightly and cried out loud.

Song Yiyan patted Madam Song's back with her hand, comforting her softly. From an angle Madam Song couldn't see, a faint light flashed in Song Yiyan's eyes.

At this moment, she was even sadder than Madam Song.

Why.

Why couldn't Madam Song treat her as her own biological daughter?

She had been with Madam Song for eighteen years, while that Song Yan had only been with her for a few days.

Was it just because she didn't come out of Madam Song's womb?

No.

This was unfair to her.

Song Yiyan tried hard to calm herself down, "Mom, don't be sad. I believe elder sister wouldn't want to see you crying every day. Besides, you still have me. As long as I'm here, I won't give up looking for elder sister."

"Yiyan, you're a good child."

Madam Song didn't want to be sad all day either, but Song Yan was after all the child she had painstakingly carried for ten months and given birth to.

She was her daughter, irreplaceable by anyone.

After comforting her for a while, Song Yiyan then said, "Mom, let me help you go to bed and rest for a bit?"

Madam Song nodded.

Helping Madam Song to the bed and tucking her in, Song Yiyan then turned and left, gently closing the door.

Coming down from upstairs, she saw Song Boyang walking in from outside.

Although Song Boyang was only 26 years old this year, he was already a film emperor in the entertainment industry. Because Song Yiyan was the only younger sister in the family, and she was much younger than him, he doted on this sister very much.

"Yiyan, come over quickly and see what third brother bought for you!"

Song Yiyan ran down with a smile and hugged Song Boyang affectionately, "Third brother, why do you have time to come back today?"

"Came back to see you." Song Boyang patted his younger sister's head, his face full of doting.

The smile on Song Yiyan's face had a momentary pause.

Came back to see her?

Wasn't it because today was Song Yan's birthday?

Hypocritical.

"What good things did you bring me?" Song Yiyan asked.

"Guess," Song Boyang said.

Song Yiyan hugged Song Boyang's arm and started to act coquettishly, "Aiya, I can't guess! Third brother, just tell me!"

"You little silly."

Song Boyang patted Song Yiyan's head and then took out a gift box, "See for yourself."

Song Yiyan opened the gift box. After seeing the contents, she screamed and then jumped onto Song Boyang, hugging him, "Thank you, third brother! Third brother, you're so good to me!"

Song Boyang smiled and hugged her, "Little monkey, come down quickly, you're not a child anymore."

"No, no! I want to be like when I was little," Song Yiyan hugged Song Boyang tightly.

Song Boyang's face was full of helplessness.

What could he do?

This was his own younger sister, he could only dote on her.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Seeing the figure walking in, Song Boyang immediately released Song Yiyan, who was hanging on him, "Big brother."

Song Yiyan also quickly stood up straight, "Big brother."

Song Bochen was a tall man, about 1.89 meters, wearing a handmade suit. His features were incredibly handsome, with clear contours and the shrewdness of a businessman between his eyebrows. He rarely smiled and was usually quite strict with his younger siblings.

Even a big devil like Song Boyang had to stand obediently when he saw Song Bochen.

Song Bochen glanced over, "You're all adults now, pay attention to your behavior. What would outsiders think if they saw this?"

Song Yiyan didn't speak.

Song Boyang said, "Yiyan is our own younger sister."

Hearing this, Song Bochen frowned slightly, "Men and women should avoid each other after reaching adulthood, let alone siblings?"

Song Boyang didn't dare to argue anymore.

Song Yiyan lowered her head, feeling a little wronged, "Big brother, I know I was wrong."

She knew.

What "men and women should avoid each other after reaching adulthood" was just an excuse.

All of this was just because Song Bochen didn't like her.

Because she had no blood relation to them.

Song Bochen said, "Pay attention next time," and then turned and left.

Watching his back, Song Yiyan felt very wronged, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Seeing her like this, Song Boyang felt a pang of heartache and immediately comforted her, "Yiyan, don't be sad. Big brother is like that to everyone, it's not just you."

Song Yiyan nodded, "Mm, I know, I don't blame big brother."

"Good girl," Song Boyang comforted softly.

Just then, Song Bochen stood at the railing on the second floor, "Yiyan, come up here for a moment."

"Coming," Song Yiyan wiped her tears and immediately went upstairs.

Song Yiyan arrived at the study.

Song Bochen sat in his office chair, flipping open a document in front of him, "Any new information about Yan Yan recently?"

It was Song Yan again.

A look of disappointment flashed in Song Yiyan's eyes, which she quickly masked, "No."

Song Bochen glanced at Song Yiyan, "Send me the information from this period to take a look."

"Okay," Song Yiyan nodded.

Song Bochen wanted to see the information about her searching for Song Yan with his own eyes.

What did this mean?

Did he not trust her?

Song Yiyan bit her lip.

**

Jiang City.

North Bridge High School.

Yun Shiyao didn't come to school today because she had to stay home to recover from her injuries.

Song Hua was reviewing mathematics.

Just then, Li Xin, the classmate sitting behind her, poked Song Hua's back with her hand, "Beauty Song."

"Mm?" Song Hua turned her head slightly.

Li Xin continued, "The international violin competition is going to be held in our Jiang City. Do you want to participate? The homeroom teacher asked me to collect the list of participants."

Song Hua wasn't interested in this and shook her head slightly.

Li Xin glanced at Song Hua and extended an olive branch, "Beauty Song, lolo is also sponsoring this event. If you can get first place, you'll not only get a trophy but also the lolo diamond membership, which allows you to drink milk tea for free for life, unlimited times."

Li Xin desperately wanted Song Hua to participate in the violin competition.

The reason was something that happened yesterday noon.

Yesterday was Saturday.

Li Xin went shopping with a few good friends, and during that time, they talked about Song Hua. She described to her friends how beautiful Song Hua was and how excellent her grades were.

Unexpectedly, they ran into a few students from the international school.

Their words were full of disdain for Song Hua, belittling Song Hua as a country bumpkin who couldn't even speak French.

Li Xin was a loyal fan of Song Hua. How could she tolerate Song Hua being insulted like this? So she argued with them.

Then, those students from the international school provoked Song Hua to participate in the violin competition.

They even mocked that Song Hua's hands could only be used to pick up trash.

Li Xin was about to be infuriated. In a fit of anger, she agreed to let Song Hua participate in the violin competition on her behalf.

She wanted to let those trash from the international school know that Song Hua's hands were not for picking up trash.

In fact, lolo didn't sponsor this event at all. The reason Li Xin dared to say this was because lolo was opened by her family. As long as she said a word, she could get her dad to sponsor the diamond membership for the first place winner of the violin competition.

Hearing this, Song Hua's eyes brightened, "Really?"

She could skip the competition.

But she couldn't skip the milk tea!

Li Xin nodded hastily, "Of course!"

She knew that Song Hua could refuse all temptations except milk tea.

Song Hua pondered for a moment, "Then I want to sign up."

Li Xin was very excited and immediately picked up her notebook to write down Song Hua's name, afraid that Song Hua would go back on her word the next second.

After school in the evening, Song Hua passed by a musical instrument store and took a fancy to a three-thousand-yuan violin.

The shop owner smiled and said, "This violin is entry-level. Little girl, are you just starting to learn the violin?"

Song Hua said, "I'm using it for a competition."

"Competition?" The shop owner was stunned for a moment, then said, "If it's for a competition, this violin definitely won't do! This violin is only suitable for beginners. The sound quality definitely won't be that good. I recommend you buy this one. Although it's a bit expensive, it's worth the price. If you take it to the competition, you'll definitely win first place."

Song Hua smiled slightly, "It's okay, I'll adjust the sound when I get back. I'll take this one."

The shop owner glanced at Song Hua.

She thought this girl was daydreaming. Even if a three-thousand-yuan violin's sound was adjusted to the level of a master, it still wouldn't produce that kind of feeling.

However, the customer was always right. Since Song Hua insisted on this one, she couldn't say anything.

Judging from Song Hua's appearance, she was an amateur who didn't know anything about the violin. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen an entry-level model to take to a competition. Such people participated in competitions just to show their face.

Evening.

Song Hua and Song Baoyi stepped into the house almost at the same time.

Coincidentally, both of them were carrying a violin.

Song Baoyi looked at Song Hua, a gentle curve appearing at the corners of her lips, "Elder sister, do you also like the violin? I've been learning the violin for eleven years. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Zhou Lei was right, Song Hua was indeed disgusting.

A copycat, whatever she did, Song Hua would do!

Wasn't it better to be herself?

Why did she have to learn from her!