Shen Yi looked around.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she put her schoolbag down and nodded. "Sure, right here. What do you want to talk about?"
Song Yi anxiously clenched and unclenched her hands. She really didn't want to talk here.
What if the surrounding classmates found out her identity was fake? Would they still like her as much as before?
Song Yi wasn't sure. Instinctively wanting to eliminate this risk, she pleaded, "Let's go outside to talk, please. Can we?"
In her dreams.
Shen Yi immediately slumped over her desk to sleep.
Song Yi was on the verge of anxious tears.
Realizing she truly had no way to deal with her, she could only find a stool and sit down next to her. "Shen Yi, you..."
The resting Shen Yi pricked up her ears, curious to hear what she was going to say.
To her surprise, this idiot dropped an absolute bombshell: "Can you give your dad to me?"
Shen Yi: "..."
Her first reaction was that the other party meant Shen Sixing, so she rejected it: "Of course not."
Since when could a father be "given away"?
What kind of thought process was this?
Song Yi bit her lip, her eyes turning red. "Why not? Dad and I have been together for many years, but you two don't even know each other. Even if you give him up to me, you wouldn't lose anything."
"Besides, you already have a new family. But I'm different. I don't have biological parents; I only have him."
"Dad has doted on me the most since I was little. He said that even if I were in danger, he would definitely disregard everything for my sake."
Song Yi rattled on, pouring out all the nice things Song Guanyan had done for her, completely oblivious to how hurtful this would be if the girl sitting in front of her truly yearned for a father's love.
Hearing this, Shen Yi finally realized that the "dad" she was talking about was Song Guanyan.
She recalled the school banquet back then; Song Guanyan's actions did indeed seem to align with that.
In times of danger, he would subconsciously try to protect Song Yi.
Emotion truly was a wonderful and strange thing.
Even without blood ties, people could still become deeply important to one another.
Shen Yi lifted her head.
"But regarding you and Song Guanyan—whether he loves you or not is between you two. Why are you talking to me about it?"
"Furthermore, if I'm not mistaken, I'm his biological daughter, right? What gives you the nerve to spout such nonsense about 'not losing anything'?"
Her tone was calm, ignoring the other girl's pale face. "A beneficiary who wants to have her cake and eat it too, while using moral kidnapping—you are truly disgusting."
Shen Yi really had no patience for people with holes in their brains.
Say she was bad, but she was genuinely stupid.
Say she was stupid, but she could do malicious things without even realizing it.
It was the first time Song Yi had been called disgusting to her face. Unable to control herself, tears began to patter down.
However, the surrounding classmates merely glanced over before quickly turning away as if nothing happened, continuing their lively chats.
Realizing no one was going to comfort her, her crying gradually subsided.
Faced with Shen Yi's cold words, Song Yi clenched her hands, her voice timid. "So... so do you want to come back?"
She had no idea when Shen Yi found out about her true parentage. Right now, Song Yi could only secretly pray that she wouldn't return.
Of course Shen Yi didn't want to go back.
But she deliberately didn't answer.
She just looked at Song Yi.
Watching her expression become visibly flustered.
As time ticked by, Song Yi's fingertips unconsciously dug into her palms. Looking at Shen Yi's expression, she gritted her lower teeth and blurted out:
"But if we encountered danger, no matter the cost, Dad would save me first."
This time she was definitely showing off, trying to use this to make Shen Yi feel bad.
Song Yi looked at Shen Yi and said, "Your current father—are you sure he would do the same for you?"
Shen Sixing had always been a difficult character to understand in Shen Yi's eyes.
She knew nothing of this mysterious father's past. His temper was always mild, and his personality was as plain as boiled water.
If she were to truly encounter danger...
He probably wouldn't have much of a reaction.
Characters like him, who had once served as leaders, were absolutely calm.
Of course, having no reaction didn't mean Shen Sixing wouldn't save her.
Shen Yi didn't want to talk about this useless nonsense with her. She gave a fake smile. "Song Yi, you'd better not provoke me, or tomorrow the whole school will know that you're the fake who stole the magpie's nest."
"From now on, your face cannot appear in front of me for more than ten seconds. Understood?"
Song Yi still wanted to speak, but Shen Yi had already started counting down. "Ten, nine, eight..."
She couldn't help but let out a yelp, successfully scared into submission, and ran back crying.
The world fell quiet.
Shen Yi slumped back over her desk.
She didn't use to be like this.
But after spending so much time with Shen Wenta, her words had become tainted with meanness.
Shen Wenta's attitude toward people had always been—
Those above him deserved to die.
Those below him didn't even deserve to live.
A role model for our generation.
Worth learning from.
...
On this day.
Shen Ruxu casually plucked a flower from the school flowerbed and gave it to the only female in their operation group.
The woman glanced at him, curled her lips into a smile, and accepted it good-naturedly without saying anything.
Greatly encouraged, Shen Ruxu picked another flower, intending to give it to his younger brother.
He blocked him at the classroom door in advance, placed the flower in the other's hand, bent slightly, and said in a self-satisfied tone, "This is for you."
"Long time no see. Did you miss me?"
He smiled, his delicate and pretty baby face looking very punchable.
Shen Wenta stared at the wilted pink rose in his hand and remained silent for two seconds.
Unable to bear it any longer, he stripped the flower bare in one handful and threw the petals all over his face.
"Take your pathetic flower and get the hell out of my face."
Although his attempt to curry favor failed and he got scolded instead, Shen Ruxu generously didn't hold a grudge.
Because whenever he thought about what he was going to do next, he felt excited.
The youth, covered in petals, shook his head and said with a smile, "Sigh, you're really picky. Even the only girl in our organization accepted the flower I gave her."
"Since you don't want it, I'll pick another one and give it to someone else."
"You have someone else to give it to?" Shen Wenta looked critically at the shredded pink rose and sneered. "Besides your equally abnormal colleagues, would any normal person accept your flower?"
"Of course someone will." He was incredibly confident. "There's one person who will absolutely accept it as long as I give it to her."
