Yu Yao has always been quite kind to Shi Nuan.
Shi Nuan used to be with Song Yichuan, so Yu Yao couldn’t be completely indifferent.
The compromise is simply because of her own son.
The kindness towards Shi Nuan now is also because of her own son.
But Shi Nuan still felt very touched and grateful.
She thought Yu Yao was a very respectable elder.
Song Qingyang also stepped forward to greet the two.
She called Song Yansheng "Second Uncle" but still called Shi Nuan "Nuannuan."
Shi Nuan didn’t mind how Song Qingyang addressed her, in fact, if she called her "Second Aunt," she would feel uncomfortable instead.
But her lack of concern didn’t mean Song Yansheng and Yu Yao were not bothered.
Song Yansheng glanced at Song Qingyang without saying anything.
After all, Yu Yao was an elder, and she could see her son’s displeasure from his expression.
So she smiled and reminded, "Qingyang, although Nuannuan is younger than you, the hierarchy is here, don’t get it mixed up!"
Song Qingyang pressed her lips together and responded softly, but only she knew the reluctance in her heart.
Everyone walked into the house together, with Yu Yao chatting with Shi Nuan along the way, asking about her recent time at school.
Song Yansheng followed behind while Song Qingyang followed behind Song Yansheng.
The sunlight was exceptionally good today, but since it was still May, and the Song Family Mansion was surrounded by trees and blooming flowers everywhere, it didn’t feel scorching.
The mottled light spots gently fell on the tall and handsome man’s figure, and Song Qingyang’s high heels stepped on his shadow, intertwining and then separating again.
Song Qingyang lowered her brows, and a faint sadness flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She was twenty-six this year, three years younger than Song Yansheng. Before Song Yansheng went abroad, she and her brother, Song Yichuan, would almost come to the Song Family Mansion to play with Song Yansheng every day.
At that time, she and Song Yichuan would play the shadow stepping game when Song Yansheng was unaware.
She stepped on Song Yansheng’s, and Song Yichuan stepped on hers.
Back then, the times were soft and beautiful, and she thought this beauty would continue forever.
But unexpectedly, many years later, she once again secretly stepped on Song Yansheng’s shadow, but behind her, there was no longer her brother, Song Yichuan.
And at that moment, Song Yansheng was no longer alone in front, as he stepped on Shi Nuan’s shadow.
Time cycles, and fate follows its cycle.
She finally understood that at this moment, Song Yansheng was no longer her Second Uncle nor Xiao Chuan’s Second Uncle.
They quickly reached the living room, and as they entered, Song Yansheng hurried forward to help Shi Nuan support Yu Yao as she sat down.
Yu Yao said, "I have already instructed the kitchen to make bass soup and braise it, but I’m not sure which one Nuannuan likes?"
Previously, Song Yansheng had mentioned it to her, so Shi Nuan said, "I prefer drinking soup!"
Yu Yao laughed, "Then make sure you have more soup later!"
Shi Nuan laughed in response.
"Qingyang, come with me to the kitchen to have a look. Fish soup is different from other dishes; it needs to be simmered slowly to bring out the fragrance. I have to go personally to remind them!"
Song Qingyang’s eyes flickered slightly. She glanced at Song Yansheng and Shi Nuan, and although she was unwilling, she still got up.
Soon, Yu Yao and Song Qingyang left the living room.
Shi Nuan watched their departing figures with a slight sigh, and Song Yansheng noticed and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Shi Nuan pressed her lips together and said, "Sister Qingyang really resents us!"
Song Yansheng furrowed his brows slightly: "Why? Does it bother you?"