She was not as cute as Song Yaoyao, nor was she as temperamental as Song Jingwan.

It was a simple conversation, and her posture was not overly intimate. However, it made Song Wenchuan feel the warmth that he had not felt for a long time. He lowered his head and took a sip, and his nose instantly turned sour.

“Is it good?”

Song Weiwei’s eyes flashed. She pursed her lower lips and questioned him softly.

Song Wenchuan finished the chicken soup in one go and nodded with a smile. “It’s good, very good—”

It was the taste of home.

He handed the bowl to Song Weiwei. “Is there any more? I want to drink another bowl.”

“Yes.”

Song Weiwei was a little surprised. She quickly took the bowl. Guessing that Song Wenchuan had probably been so busy that he had not eaten yet, she scooped up a bowl of soup and said, “I made some other things tonight, especially for you. I didn’t touch them. Can I heat them up in the microwave for you?”

Song Wenchuan patted his stomach. It felt warm.

The warm chicken soup just so happened to soothe his aching stomach.

He opened his mouth. “Okay.”

The microwave heated up the food very quickly, and it was done in a few minutes.

A few dishes that Song Wenchuan liked were placed on the table. His hand that was holding the chopsticks trembled, and he looked up just in time to meet Song Weiwei’s eyes. Her eyes were filled with anticipation.

When Song Wenchuan saw this, he looked away embarrassedly.

Song Wenchuan finally believed that the dishes that Song Weiwei had specially prepared for him were real.

He rarely paid attention to this little sister, yet in private, she already knew so much about his preferences.

“Weiwei.”

Song Wenchuan finished all the food. He watched as Song Weiwei cleaned up the dishes and suddenly called out to her, “Thank you.”

“Huh? What are you thanking me for? If brother likes it, I’ll cook for you every day from now on.” Song Weiwei smiled and said gently, “We’re family.”

She didn’t have a family, and neither did Song Wenchuan.

Since Song Jingwan didn’t know how to cherish it, why couldn’t she have it?

She would definitely cherish it.

Family…

When Song Wenchuan finished washing up and lay down in bed, this word kept echoing in his mind.

His stomach felt warm. It had been a long time since he had such a satisfying meal.

Song Wenchuan had never expected that one day, the kinship he longed for, would be obtained from his little sister whom he rarely noticed.

His body sank into the soft bed, and Song Wenchuan quickly fell into a deep sleep.

However, he had only fallen asleep for a short while when he was awakened by an urgent call from his cell phone.

His heart was beating rapidly like a drum.

Song Wenchuan felt dizzy. He almost suspected that he would die in the next second.

He sat up and picked up his phone. “Jingwan?”

“Wenchuan! Help me contact Song Yaoyao! She deliberately harmed me!”

Her sharp and neurotic words gave Song Wenchuan an extreme headache.

He frowned. “Jingwan, you’re in Country H and Yaoyao is in China. With Yaoyao’s personality, she would never take the initiative to harm anyone.”

“You don’t believe me? You’d rather believe Song Yaoyao than me?! Do you know what I’ve become now? I’ve become an old woman! The vitality of my skin is gradually disappearing! I’m going to get older and older! Doesn’t Song Yaoyao have medical skills? She’s the one who did all this, she’s the one who harmed me!”

Her sharp voice forced Song Wenchuan to move his phone away. He took a deep breath. “She has no motive to harm you. I believe her.”

“Huh, what did you say?”

Song Jingwan sneered. “Are you my brother? Why are you always taking sides? You’ve never treated me as your younger sister, right? Song Yaoyao has caused me so much trouble, and you still only trust her?”