Song Jie blinked a few times and hugged Song Yi’s neck, slowly leaning in: “I don’t know what I should do right now, I need to think about it, okay?”
“You can think about it carefully” Song Yi sighed softly in his heart, patted Song Jie’s back and coaxed: “I’ll take you to my house now, don’t go out in such thin clothes in the future.”
The air flowed with the elegant scent of car fragrance; Song Jie sat up straight, gazed at the side of Song Yi’s face, and slowly rubbed her sore nose.
Song Jie and Song Yi’s father died early, Song Jie’s perception of males all came from her brother.
Before she got married, she was naive enough to think that all males in the world were like Song Yi, firm and gentle, but the cruel reality shattered her illusions.
Her brother was unique in this world.
“It would be nice if you weren’t my brother” Song Jie whispered.
Song Yi laughed: “Don’t say silly things, take a good rest, we’ll be home soon.”
Back home, Song Yi carefully treated Song Jie’s wounds and settled her to sleep in the guest room.
He poured a glass of red wine and leaned on the balcony with the glass.
The midnight city lights were brilliant, neon as delicate as flowers, Song Yi had no intention of admiring it though, he took his phone out and started looking into his contacts; because of his career he knew many elite lawyers.
Song Yi consulted them about Song Jie’s situation and the response was not encouraging.
This kind of divorce lawsuit is the most difficult to win.
The law provides for one-sided forced divorce with a three-month cooling-off period, and the marital property is divided in half, as is the debt.
If Song Jie wants a forced divorce, the house will be divided in half with that scum and she will have to take on a load of debt.
Song Yi doesn’t want to be taken advantage of by a scum like this. There’s no such thing as a good thing in the world.
But for a while he could not think of a proper way to deal with him. His brother-in-law was like a piece of shit plaster, if he does not get the money, he will not give up.
Song Yi was well aware that a law-abiding citizen like himself couldn’t do anything about such a scoundrel.
In the middle of the night Song Jie got up to drink water and noticed that the TV in the living room emitted a blue light; Song Jie cautiously walked over there to take a look.
Song Yi hasn’t slept yet, lazily leaning on the sofa, half squinting his eyes at the TV.
Song Jie felt guilty: “Brother, you shouldn’t worry too much about me either.”
“It’s alright, I am just not sleepy” Song Yi tilted his head and leaned on the pillow, yawning lightly.
Song Jie moved gently and sat next to him, whispering: “I always feel that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself.”
“There’s only motivation when there’s pressure” Song Yi laughed lightly: “Besides, I’m still young so a little pressure is good.”
Song Jie hesitated and bit her lip: “But don’t you feel tired? All these years you’ve had to do everything in the house, big and small, and I’m tired of watching you do it.”
“I’m an Alpha, it’s only right to be tired, I can’t let you and mom get tired.”
Song Yi smiled, took off his glasses and put them on the coffee table: “Don’t think about it so much, with me taking care of you, even though I can’t do great riches, but I can still provide you with food and clothing for the rest of your lives.”
Song Jie was so touched, her heart warmed: “Growing up it’s always been you taking care of others; I wish someone could take care of you.”
“Where would I need someone else to take care of me?” Song Yi stretched his back.
People like him are like the weed in the grasslands, enduring the wind and rain, even if the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, the weed will stay put in his place.
His was stubborn and resilient, so there was no need to take care of him.
Song Jie was speechless, she looked at him helplessly and was about to get up and go back to her room when she accidentally looked at the TV screen.
The midnight music channel was playing Gu Xingchuan’s song, the scene was a previous New Year’s Eve party, Gu Xingchuan was standing on a huge stage, with silver glow sticks all over the sky behind him like stars, quite a relic.
“Hey… he had hit on me once; I didn’t know he was so popular now” Song Jie sighed and said regretfully: “If I had known, I would have asked him for an autograph then.”
“He chatted you up?” Song Yi was startled, fuck, was Gu Xingchuan still human?
He actually made a move on Song Jie.