Chapter 107: If I Could Live with Xia Yu and Xia Rou, I'd Be Very Happy

Heading home!

At the airport, he called his parents and then chatted briefly with Song Wanrou.

Once the flight took off, Song Mo began his journey back to the country.

This time he traveled alone; Bruce stayed behind to handle the aftermath of the Martial Arts Tournament, while Dushima Yingxue had returned to Yinghuaguo—she hadn't reported to her parents and couldn't stay outside too long.

Xia Rou and Xia Yu were already impatient to see their boss. The two sisters had arranged to pick Song Mo up at the airport, then have a big meal to properly welcome the boss back.

Both Xia sisters knew that the "Dragon" who had convened the Martial Arts Tournament was none other than Song Mo himself.

So they hadn't missed a single moment of the tournament's live broadcast—even watching secretly during class.

The Xia sisters successfully picked him up.

They brought Song Mo to a star-rated restaurant, and only after ordering did they begin to chat and catch up.

Xia Rou excitedly waved her fist.

"Song Mo, I watched every single one of your matches in the United States!"

"You were way too cool!"

"At first I looked at your opponents—every one of them was a big, burly, fierce-looking brute—and I was really sweating for you!"

"But later I didn't anymore."

"Haha, after that I saw you dominating everyone! So satisfying!"

"And my sister too—she was completely stunned! When we watched together, she even grabbed a bucket of popcorn, but before she could eat any of it, she just sat there holding it, staring blankly at the screen, drooling at the mouth!"

"Haha! I asked her, 'Sis, are you craving the popcorn, or craving the boss?' And she actually hit me!"

Xia Rou was like a chatterbox, prattling on and on nonstop.

Song Mo listened patiently, and at one point couldn't help glancing at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu, who was usually cool and aloof, seemed a little flushed today—maybe just because the weather was too hot.

Xia Yu didn't speak either.

But Song Mo knew she wasn't an introverted person by nature.

Normally she would have fired back at Xia Rou, right?

Still, it didn't take long for Song Mo to stop finding it strange.

Once Xia Rou's little mouth had finally run out of things to say, Xia Yu pressed her lips together and smiled slightly.

"Oh really? Little sis, you're always talking about me—why not talk about yourself?"

"I seem to remember someone at home, while watching the livestream, hugging a plushie and saying, 'I want to have Song Mo's babies!'"

"Or suddenly freaking out, burying her face in the sofa, and yelling, 'How can Song Mo be this handsome? It's so unfair, I'm literally going to die from how handsome he is!'"

Xia Rou's expression changed drastically.

"Sis, those were all things you said! What proof do you have that I said them?"

Xia Yu smiled primly and took out her phone from her bag.

She played a recording.

"Wow! Song Mo is really so handsome! I really want to—"

Xia Rou pounced like a hungry tiger, snatched the phone, and stopped the recording. Xia Yu just smiled as she watched.

The elder sister's oppressive aura was overwhelming.

It made Xia Rou instantly crumble.

She gave an awkward little laugh.

"Hehe, it's just like yelling at the screen when watching a movie—uh, don't take it to heart…"

Today was a dark Friday.

For Xia Rou, it was a day of mortifying embarrassment.

Song Mo couldn't help smiling.

Honestly, he really liked these two sisters.

If only they could stay this cute and energetic forever.

By the time the two sisters finally settled down, the dishes had been served.

At today's welcome banquet, the Xia sisters also had some fruit wine.

Song Mo raised his glass.

"To our friendship!"

Xia Yu and Xia Rou looked at Song Mo, then exchanged a glance, and suddenly burst out laughing in unison.

"Hehe… to our friendship!"

The sisters' gazes at Song Mo both carried a gentle warmth.

All three drained their glasses in one go.

Song Mo burst out laughing…

……

When Song Mo took a taxi home.

Song Wanrou had been sitting on the sofa waiting for a long time.

Seeing Song Mo return, Song Wanrou sprang to her feet, her voice tinged with complaint.

"Just back in the country and you go out to play with those two sisters before even coming home. Your sister said she'd go with you and you still found her a bother. Little brother, you're being less and less obedient."

"Eh? How did you drink so much?"

"It's fine, sis. When you're out with friends, you have to enjoy yourself."

Song Mo was in a great mood today, so he didn't use his Internal Energy to sober himself up—he was actually quite enjoying this slightly tipsy state.

Song Wanrou's heart ached, and she hurried forward to help Song Mo up.

But Song Mo gently sidestepped Song Wanrou, then did a backflip on the spot, showing Song Wanrou that he didn't need looking after at all.

This gave Song Wanrou quite a fright.

"Oh! Xiao Mo, I know you're wide awake now! Don't do that again—what if you fall?"

Even though Song Mo said he didn't need Song Wanrou's care, Song Wanrou still gazed at him with eager, pitiful eyes.

Song Mo felt a faint warmth in his heart at this, but in truth, no great surge of emotion welled up within him.

Sometimes, even after forgiveness.

But just like a wound healing, the scar left behind always reminds one of the harm once suffered.

For some unknown reason, a very strange thought suddenly arose in Song Mo's mind.

【If I lived together with Xia Yu and Xia Rou, would I be very happy?】

【Xia Rou's innocent liveliness, Xia Yu's understanding nature—they're like the salt and sugar life can't do without.】

【At the very least, I'm willing to live with them…】

A calm person, when drunk, instead begins to let their thoughts run wild.

That's no problem in itself.

The problem was that Song Wanrou heard Song Mo's inner thoughts.

In that instant, it felt as though her heart had been scraped by a knife, aching until it bled.

A shadow inevitably fell deep within Song Wanrou's eyes.

She was the one who had spent every day by Song Mo's side—so why could she never claim a place in her younger brother's heart?

Instead, it had been seized by outsiders…

She truly wished she could kill herself again, but even so, what meaning would it have?

Song Mo would be nervous, anxious, would care for her and look after her.

Because after all, he had forgiven her, and she was the sister who had spent twenty years by his side.

But would Song Mo's heart truly change because of her suicide?

Song Wanrou suddenly felt herself absurd—she thought the past was past, that as long as she clenched her fists tight enough, she could grasp what she wanted.

But just as effort doesn't guarantee success, giving it everything she had might still fail to hold onto Song Mo's heart.

The human heart is like water—it flows freely.

The gaps between one's fingers are too wide; of course one cannot hold on.

Song Mo went back to his room to rest.

Song Wanrou looked after him for a bit, then returned to her own room, locked the door, and collapsed onto her pillow, weeping soundlessly.

After she finished crying, the helpless sorrow drained away, and from somewhere unknown a new surge of strength welled up within her.

In the darkness, Song Wanrou's gaze gradually steadied into resolve.

……

Song Mo quickly fell asleep, and in his room he dreamed that he married Xia Rou, while Xia Yu kept crying.

He was at a loss, busy and frantic, when Song Wanrou popped out from somewhere, holding a ring and confessing to him.

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei even teamed up to crash the wedding.

The wedding scene descended into utter chaos…

Damn it!

Thought it was a spring dream, but halfway through, how the hell did it turn into a nightmare!

(End of chapter)