Momo's Gradual Change - VOL. 1

C77. The Regret of Song Yi.

Chapter 77: The Regret of Song Yi

Just as she took two steps forward, Song Yimo heard the person behind her say, "Ah Yi, is this your daughter? Why is she so rude? Didn't I promise to give you a reward?"

Feeling her older brother's arm tense up, Song Yimo grabbed his arm and turned to look at the man next to Song Yi.

In his forties or fifties, tall and sturdy, about 1.8 meters tall, estimated to weigh around two hundred catties.

She didn't actually dislike this man. When she was so weak that she could hardly walk after donating bone marrow, Song Yi was so focused on her son in the operating room that she had forgotten about her existence.

It was he who arranged a hospital room for her, called an auntie to take care of her for a day, and bought her a bunch of supplements, a card, and a thank you when he left.

She accepted the supplements and thank you note, returned the money, and said she was even with Song Yi.

Throughout the entire bone marrow donation process in her previous life, this was the only kindness and care she received.

Perhaps for others, it was just a small gesture or the care that one should give out of duty, but for her, it meant a lot.

She always remembered this kindness.

So even though she was offended so impolitely, she didn't get angry.

"I don’t think I was rude. Although I was not taught manners by my parents, I was raised with care by Miao Dad. Mrs. Song, I think you should explain to your husband why I treated you like this. I believe your explanation would be better than mine. It would be a shame if what I say contradicts what you have said before."

Song Yimo smiled politely, "As for the reward, Mr. Shen cannot afford it. As long as Mrs. Song can fulfill the terms of the agreement, I will be very grateful."

Seeing more and more people looking their way, she nodded to the two of them and walked away with her older brother.

If such words were spoken by an adult, it wouldn't be a big deal, but her youthful appearance couldn't deceive anyone. It was clear that even a middle school student wouldn't suspect her age.

And with her calm demeanor and slow speech, what should have been a retort came out with an elegant tone, drawing even more attention.

Those with children at home couldn't help but think, if this was considered rude, then their own children would be unbearable.

Song Yi watched the two of them walk away in a daze, watching as the young man wrapped a scarf around her and asked her to stand behind the glass door before leaving through the main entrance after a few words.

Was it a mistake to break ties with Yimo like this?

Recalling the few times they had met in such a short period of time, Song Yi suddenly realized that she might have done something foolish.

Yimo wasn't the weak person she had thought, nor did she have any attachment to her.

She was very decisive, intelligent, could endure hardships, and was willing to suffer losses to achieve her goals.

Such a person would surely achieve something in the future!

Although she was the closest person to her, she had foolishly pushed herself away, even agreeing to have no ties in the future!

No, it was not acceptable!

Old Shen seemed good now, with only one son, Zuo'er.

But who could predict the future, how could she block another path that might be a smooth one!

Since her son was born, Song Yi's mind had never been clearer.

It was too late for regrets now. She had to save her son, but she couldn't just abandon her daughter like this.

Thinking of this, Song Yi pushed Old Shen into the elevator, "I have a misunderstanding with Yimo, I will explain it to you later, you go and watch over Zuo'er first."

Song Yimo heard footsteps behind her and turned around to see Song Yi, not surprised at all. She nodded as if acknowledging a familiar stranger and turned back to continue staring outside.

Today's wind was quite strong, making the trees rustle loudly. Maybe it would be better not to go out?

But it was really uncomfortable. She felt like the smell of disinfectant was all over her and her older brother.

"Yimo, my previous words were not just for Zuo'er. With your strong reaction to the mobilizing agent, wouldn't it be a waste if you catch a cold after being exposed to the wind for three days?"

Song Yimo didn't respond, she thought, Song Yi and her older brother were saying similar things, so why was she so repulsed?

"Yimo, it was the mother's fault before, the mother was wrong..."

"Mrs. Song, you've got the wrong person. I don't have a mother."

Song Yimo cut her off, laughing at the approaching car. She zipped up her coat all the way, "See, I am very careful, so don't worry about any mishaps in Shen Zuo's surgery. I still hope you won't appear in front of me so often in the future, it bothers me."

With a smile, Song Yimo ran outside.

Song Yi wanted to follow but as soon as she took a step, the man who had gotten out of the car to open the door for Yimo looked over.

That look made Song Yi's feet immovable.

Even though she felt confident and thought no one could stop her from approaching her daughter, at this moment, she felt timid.

She watched the car drive away and only then did Song Yi realize that she had never known who the man called Yimo's older brother was.

Yimo did have a brother, but her eldest son was far away in another country, and he didn't look like this man, nor did he have the same demeanor.

Where did this brother come from?

Song Yi took out her phone and thought for a moment before calling her hometown.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's me, Mom." Song Yi's voice suddenly tensed up, she cleared her throat and said, "Are you feeling better?"

"Song Yi." The voice on the other end paused, "You don't call unless something's wrong. What's the matter?"

Perhaps children are naturally stubborn in front of their parents, Song Yi didn't even bother with pleasantries and blurted out her doubts.

"Mom, who is the man by Yimo's side? How can you let a young man follow Yimo in and out like that? What if something happens..."

"Song Yi!" Grandma Song interrupted her loudly, "Can't you just hope for Yimo's well-being? Muyang is my adopted grandson, he's a hundred times better than you and Song Zhi combined!"

"Mom, how am I not hoping for Yimo's well-being? She's always with someone who is not her blood relative, going in and out and eating and sleeping together. What would others think?"

"Other than you and Song Zhi, the Song family has nothing left. Yimo has grown up under the scrutiny of others her whole life, hearing all sorts of unpleasant things. You are the least qualified to say such things."

Grandma Song took a few deep breaths, "You've just reminded me. Yimo calls me every day to tell me everything is fine. Muyang always knows his boundaries. If it wasn't for something about Yimo, he wouldn't have given you a chance to speak like this. Song Yi, you better hope for Yimo to be okay, or I'll come knocking on your door when I pass away."

"Mom..."

The person on the other end hung up before she could speak, leaving Song Yi to reluctantly hang up the phone, regretting making that call.