Spellbound Hearts - Chapter 98 - Taking Him In

Perhaps it was because Song Zhaoli’s expression was too serious, Ji Xuan found herself momentarily frozen, staring at his face. The next second, under her gaze, Song Zhaoli tightened his jaw, put down what he was carrying, and pulled out his phone to answer a call.

“Grandpa.”

Was it Elder Song?

As soon as Song Zhaoli called out “Grandpa,” Elder Song’s stern voice came through the phone, “You still remember you have a grandfather?”

Song Zhaoli glanced at Ji Xuan, turned his back to her, and walked towards the corridor window, “I don’t want to argue with you today.”

Elder Song laughed angrily, “If you really didn’t want to argue with me today, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You know how much Yao was looking forward to you attending her birthday party, and yet you…”

Before Elder Song could finish, Song Zhaoli interrupted coldly, “I’ve already made it clear before, Xie Yao and I are not suitable.”

Elder Song retorted, “Whether you’re suitable or not is not for you to decide!”

Song Zhaoli sneered, “Then who decides? You?”

Hearing Song Zhaoli’s words, Elder Song took a deep breath over the phone, suppressing his anger, “Come back immediately.”

Song Zhaoli replied, “Impossible.”

Elder Song was furious, “Song Zhaoli!! How much more do you want to mess up the Song Family before you’re satisfied!!”

Facing Elder Song’s rage, Song Zhaoli’s voice suddenly became restrained and low, “Since you don’t want me back, I won’t return. Don’t worry, I won’t go back to the villa you bought for me either.”

Elder Song, who was initially angry, was suddenly confused by Song Zhaoli’s words.

When did he say he didn’t want him back?

Didn’t he just say to come back immediately?

And when did he buy him a villa? Wasn’t the villa he lived in bought by himself?

Before Elder Song could figure out what was going on, Song Zhaoli had already hung up.

By the time Elder Song tried to call back, the phone indicated the other party had turned off their phone.

Song Zhaoli, having turned off his phone, put it back in his pocket and stood by the window for a moment before turning to walk back.

Ji Xuan was watching him from the doorway, her lips slightly pursed, unsure of what to say.

She hadn’t heard what Elder Song said to Song Zhaoli, but she had heard everything Song Zhaoli said.

He had been kicked out by Elder Song.

Homeless.

Seeing Ji Xuan looking at him, Song Zhaoli remained silent, bent down to pick up the things on the floor.

Ji Xuan’s lips moved slightly, “President Song.”

Song Zhaoli stood up with the things, not continuing the previous topic, and in a low voice said, “Let’s go inside.”

Ji Xuan, feeling guilty, was anxious even as she walked into the kitchen to cook.

While Ji Xuan was cooking in the kitchen, Song Zhaoli sat on the living room sofa and turned on his phone. He first blocked Elder Song and then sent a WeChat message to Liao Bei: What are you doing?

Liao Bei replied instantly: Contemplating life.

Song Zhaoli teased: You haven’t even had a child, and you’re contemplating life?

Liao Bei: That’s not right. Why does contemplating life require having a child? Does wife cake have a wife in it? Does fish-flavored shredded pork have fish?

Liao Bei thought Song Zhaoli would surely retort after reading his words, but Song Zhaoli’s tone suddenly changed: I just had a fight with the old man.

Liao Bei, well-informed: Because of Xie Yao’s birthday party?

Song Zhaoli didn’t hide it: Yes.

Liao Bei: I’m actually curious about your family’s old man’s thinking. With the Song Family’s current strength, there’s no need for a marriage alliance. What’s going on in his head?

Song Zhaoli: It’s not important. Call me in a bit.

Liao Bei didn’t understand: ??

Song Zhaoli didn’t elaborate, mainly because he was too lazy to type: Just call, no need for so much nonsense.

Liao Bei: Now?

Song Zhaoli: In half an hour.

Half an hour later, Ji Xuan brought the cooked dishes to the table, just about to call Song Zhaoli to eat, when his phone on the coffee table rang.

Song Zhaoli picked it up and answered, “Hello, Liao.”

Liao Bei, hearing his serious tone, teased, “Why are you pretending?”

Song Zhaoli replied with a serious expression, “Yes, the old man and I had a fight, and he won’t let me go back.”

Liao Bei, both confused and mocking, “Are you doing a stand-up comedy?”

Song Zhaoli asked solemnly, “Can you lend me some money? I don’t have a place to stay tonight.”

Hearing this, Liao Bei’s brain worked rapidly, and he suddenly realized, “Damn, are you at Ji Xuan’s place?”

Song Zhaoli, sitting with his back to Ji Xuan, almost couldn’t hold back a smile, “If it’s inconvenient for you, forget it. I understand, after all, the Song Family and the Liao Family are both prestigious families, I wouldn’t want to put you in a difficult position.”

Liao Bei cursed over the phone, “Song, from you, I’ve learned one thing: the world is simple, it’s people who are complicated.”

Song Zhaoli remained unfazed, “Alright, don’t worry about me, I’m hanging up.”

After hanging up, Song Zhaoli put away his phone and turned around. Meeting Ji Xuan’s gaze, his brows furrowed slightly, “Ji Xuan, would it be convenient for you to take me in for a few days?”