books44 Chapter 297 Which Room Do I Sleep In?
Chapter 297 Which Room Do I Sleep In?
"You..." Song Wanxing knew he hadn't raised his two younger siblings properly, so he turned his anger on Song Mingli. "Song Mingli, is this how you act as an older brother? Look at your sister, what kind of upbringing is this?"
"Where is your manners?" Song Mingli's eyes were very similar to his. He glanced at him with disdain, pointed to the dining table, which was in a mess. None of them had touched their chopsticks, including his uncle's family.
Song Mingli remembered him when he was older, but he hated him even more. Zhao Xiaojuan's suffering was all caused by this man. After submitting the divorce agreement, Zhao Xiaojuan developed a high fever and spent a week in the hospital. He stayed with her the whole time and swore that he only had his mother.
Song Wanxing was speechless for a moment, "You... Brother, go and call Zhao Xiaojuan back, and discipline her child. This is really too much."
Looking at his younger brother, Song Wanli realized he was completely different from the one he had before. The former Song Wanxing, though lazy and selfish, was at least polite and extremely concerned with his image, maintaining a very good public persona. Many of the village's young wives admired him. Otherwise, Teacher Wan wouldn't have been able to seduce him back then. Now, he seemed to have lost all sense of propriety, as if nothing mattered anymore.
Seeing that his brother hadn't moved an inch, Song Wanxing knew he couldn't get him to move. He didn't mind; having eaten his fill, he wanted to sleep. "Big brother, which room do I sleep in?" he asked.
This… Song Wanli really hadn’t thought of it. The four boys in the Song family were paired up and each had a room. Yali and Zhao Xiaojuan used to share a room, but after the houses were rebuilt, she and Tingnan each had their own room. Qian Shuzhen also had her own room. Then there were the couple. There were too many people in the family, and there weren’t any extra rooms. Only Tingnan’s room was empty, but he didn’t want Song Wanli to stay in Xiangxiang’s room, which was a girl’s room.
Seeing that his elder brother remained silent for a long time, Song Wanxing stood up and directly ordered Song Mingli, "Which room is your mother in? Take me there!"
"You wish! You're not going into my mother's room!" Song Yali rushed in front of him, spreading her arms to block his way. Song Mingli and Song Mingcheng were a step behind and stood next to Yali, followed by Song Mingxiang and Song Mingfu.
"What...what do you mean? We are husband and wife, it's only natural for us to sleep in the same room!" Song Wanxing reached out to push the children away, but before his hand could touch Yali, Song Mingli and Song Mingfu each grabbed one of his hands, making him unable to move.
Although the brothers hadn't learned much martial arts over the years, dealing with Song Wanxing, a grown man who lacked training and had just eaten two full meals after fleeing back home, was a piece of cake.
Song Wanxing waved his hand but didn't budge, so he called out to Song Wanli, "Brother, aren't you going to do anything about these brats! What's wrong with me sleeping in Zhao Xiaojuan's room?"
Song Wanli was quite pleased to see such a united group of younger brothers. Although they often bickered and joked around, they would stand together as brothers when something really happened, unlike them.
"Ahem... Wanxing, it's really not appropriate for you to stay in Xiaojuan's room right now, how about..."
“What do you mean? Why is it inappropriate for me to stay in her room? I haven’t even complained about her being an illiterate village woman, she…” Song Wanxing interrupted Song Wanli, his face red and his neck thick, but the next second, he was pushed to the ground.
"Who do you think you are, daring to look down on my mother, you..." Song Mingli trembled with anger, but his good upbringing prevented him from uttering any foul language, especially since this was his nominal father.
"Second Brother!" Song Mingcheng hugged his brother tightly.
"You bastard, how dare you anger my second brother and insult my aunt! I'll beat you to death!" Song Mingfu pounced on him. He didn't care about anything else. Brother Nan had said, "Might makes right." What's with all the whining? He'd just get a beating.
Song Mingfu was the strongest of the brothers, and he was also the only one who loved martial arts and was willing to study and practice hard. Naturally, Gao Haoran favored him more and learned more from him. It looked painful to watch as those punches landed on him.