Chapter 556: line with translation of title

Song LuXiao and Song LuJing both appear.

But his smile didn't last long, because Grandma's firepower quickly turned onto him.

"Xiao Jing, you'll be twenty-one next year—"

just "？" no name.

"Grandma!" Song Lujing immediately half-rose from the mahjong table, his expression even more exaggerated than Song LuXiao's just moments before, "Grandma! I haven't even reached nineteen yet—I just turned eighteen!"

"In traditional age you're twenty, and twenty-one next year." Grandma Song remained unmoving, "You don't just sit around playing games all day—go out and meet more people. Can that game of yours keep you company for a lifetime?"

Song LuXiao and "uncle" but not a named entity; "uncle" is generic.

no names.

"..." Song Lujing muttered, "How can it not?"

Song Huaixian had been hiding shrunk behind the sofa, planning to slip out quietly when Grandma's attention turned to someone else.

As soon as he moved his foot half a step out, he was called out: "Xianxian?"

His movement stalled, he slowly turned back, wearing his usual carefree smile, "Grandma, don't worry, I do have a girlfriend—I'll bring her back sometime for you to check out."

Grandma Song was surprised, somewhat doubtful, "Really?"

"Look, you don't believe me even when I say it." Song Huaixian spread his hands, wearing an "I'm innocent" Expression.

none.

Grandma Song laughed angrily at his shameless demeanor, and in the end didn't continue pressing him.

Song Yusui

Song Yusui saw Grandma looking over, immediately put away his phone, sat up straight, adopting the appearance of an obedient listener.

He secretly guessed that, with eight or nine out of ten chances, she was going to nag him about love and marriage.

He actually had quite a few female companions, and over the past few years he'd had several relationships, but none of them were serious……

If Grandma likes it, he could actually go meet those young ladies from aristocratic families, or find a long-term cooperation.

Song Yusui.

Grandma Song looked at him like that, her tone not harsh: "Sui Sui, who's currently in charge of your company?"

Song Yusui.

Song Yusui didn't expect that to be the question, but he answered quickly, adding at the end: "I'm just a nominal figure, not busy."

"Not busy is fine." Grandma Song didn't hope his company would go bankrupt quickly either, "Not busy is fine, so when you have time come back more often. Your dad's home alone, with no one to talk to."

She said, drifting over to her third son, Song Huai.

The father and son had been estranged for years, rarely meeting, a worry the elders always kept in mind.

Song Huai remained silent.

Song Yusui's carefree smile faded quietly, "I understand, Grandma, I'll definitely come back often."

Lu Yuchu also drifted off a bit.

Grandma Song turned to him with concern: "And Youchu, you, your work intensity—Grandma worries. How long have you been in charge of the Song Clan? You've lost weight; if you keep pushing like this, how can your body take it?"

Lu Yuchu spoke to soothe her: "Grandma, I've been much more relaxed lately; the company has a team helping, so I don't have to handle everything myself."

"You also need to rest." After Grandma Song finished her reminder, she called out, "Song Yan."

Song Yan was lowering his head, thinking about something; hearing the voice, he lifted his head and showed a well-behaved smile.

Grandma Song said gently: "Song Yan, you've always been low-maintenance since childhood, and you're close with Youchu... When are you planning to retire from the circle?"

The younger uncle and aunt, seeing their son being talked about, just quietly watched the show.

Song Yan was caught off guard, instinctively leaning toward his brother, "Grandma, Brother can handle it alone, right, Brother?"

Seeing his pleading gaze, Lu Yuchu also chimed in: "Yeah, I can manage on my own; I don't need Yan Yan."

This was meant to help Song Yan out, but Grandma Song only grew more worried: "How can you manage? You've lost so much weight—don't you feel for your brother?"

"I care!" Song Yan blurted, his tone earnest, afraid that a second's delay would earn him the label of not caring about his brother.

Mu Youyu picked up on her two brothers' pleas and quickly said: "Grandma, I care for Brother Yuchu—I'll definitely spend more time with him!"

Lu Yuchu revealed a victorious smile.

"Good, good, good, our Youbao is such a good child, knowing to care for her brother."

Jiang Liangjin was nudged on the arm and chimed in: "I also care for Brother Yuchu."

"Our A Jin is also a good child!" Grandma Song's smile deepened.

The topic thus shifted to Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin; before long it lightly moved past the younger generation, and the living room returned to its earlier bustle.

Mu Ye Ye and Jiang Ye Ye sat together, the two quietly arguing over a single piece's move, back and forth, neither yielding.

Shen Ye Ye and Shen Nainai pulled their daughter Shen Ningmu aside to catch up.

The sound of cards being shuffled again came from the card table, and Mu Nian, Yan Yuejiu, and Mu Xi were all pulled over.

Song Huaixian led Song Yusui back to the card table, clutching a handful of cards, pretending to be profound while actually having hardly any usable cards.

Song Lujing had won a round and was getting a bit carried away: "Keep going, keep going—whoever loses makes tonight's dinner!"

Mu's mother: "What? Whoever loses blows up the kitchen?"

Although she isn't often home, she still knows the household situation—among this generation of the Song Family, aside from Song Huaixian and Lu Yuchu, nobody can cook!

A group of pampered young masters who've never touched water—just imagining them in the kitchen is a disaster.

Song LuXiao gave his brother a hard pat, then hurriedly laughed to smooth things over: "Aunt, we're just joking—we couldn't possibly blow up the kitchen, hahaha."

"……"

Not long after, Jiang Liangjin was called away by Jiang Ye Ye; he had been personally serving tea to the elders.

Mu Youyu found it a bit funny; she had just wanted to speak to Mu Xin, but discovered Mu Xin had already moved to the other side, now on a video call with Jun Chenling.

In her blue eyes reflected the screen's light; she occasionally spoke a few words, her tone very soft, and with the earphones on, one couldn't make out what she was saying.

She stared for a while, and even with half the living room between them, Mu Xin, as if sensing it, turned her head and blinked.

Mu Youyu shook her head, made a heart gesture at him; Mu Xin paused, then returned the gesture.

He then gave a doting smile, said something to Jun Chenling on the screen, walked through the crowd to his sister, placed a candy in her palm, and said, "Someone just asked me to give this to you."

"Thank you, brother!"

Sharp-eyed Song Yan saw this, hurried over to show off, grabbed a big handful of candy from the fruit plate and shoved it into his sister's hand, saying, "Come, sister, I asked myself to give this to you."

Mu Youyu spread her hands, resignedly accepted it, saying, "I've received Brother Yan's love for me."

Song Yan succeeded, curling his lips.

The younger cousins at the neighboring table, seeing this, were very envious; indeed, the favored can act without fear.

If they acted that way, they'd surely be scolded by their parents for being impolite, and might even be retorted: "Is the family out of sugar that you need to do this outside?"

This matter again fell to Mu Youyu, and everyone just took it for granted.

She is the little princess raised pampered by the four families, the blatant favoritism and exception of everyone.