Momo's Gradual Change - VOL. 1

C109. Seeking Solace.

Chapter 109: Seeking Solace

For a while, the kitchen was filled with nothing but the sounds of stir-frying.

Grandma Song seemed lost in thought, and, unusually, Song Yimo offered no comfort.

If, despite everything, Grandma still held hope for Song Zhi, it only confirmed that Yimo’s precautions and all her meticulous plans were the right move.

The money she had earned—she’d rather toss it into a river than let Song Yi and Song Zhi get a single cent.

So she traded a marrow transplant for Song Yi’s notarized agreement, and in exchange for the old house that Song Zhi so desperately desired, she secured a promise from their entire family.

Put simply, this was her insurance, her safeguard.

It may sound pitiful, but so long as she finished writing this book, it would be enough to support her for a lifetime. If they found out, Song Yi might stay distant, but Song Zhi would undoubtedly try to cling to her.

The elderly are easily softened; a few coaxing words from them, and Grandma might yield. But as long as she held that signed promise, she wouldn't be so vulnerable.

Years ago, she faced the world’s harshness alone. Without ways to protect herself, she would have been reduced to utter ruin.

Now that she was living again, she would never allow herself to be bullied by Song Yi and Song Zhi.

Not a chance!

She plated the dish and turned off the stove. At last, there was movement behind her, and Yimo’s tense expression relaxed slightly.

Grandma Song brought the food into the living room and set the rice pot on the table.

Carrying the bowls and chopsticks for them both, Song Yimo heard her grandmother say, "If we move, just the two of us won’t manage. I’ve lived here for decades, and every corner is packed with things. I’d be heartbroken to leave it all behind.”

Was this what Grandma had been brooding over earlier?

Grandma Song glanced around the room, sighed, and sat down. “Let’s eat first, and then call Muyang. He won’t be able to come back for a few days, will he? We can’t have him come home to find we’re not here anymore.”

“I’ll talk to Dage in a bit.” Song Yimo placed a portion of vegetables into her grandmother’s bowl. “And don’t worry about the money. I have enough for the house.”

Grandma nodded, lowering her gaze to her meal, though it was clear her appetite was poor.

The summer evening stretched on, and at six o’clock, the sky was still awash with crimson light.

Song Yimo called Miao Miao, asking her to bring Grandma over to the Miao family so she could chat with Miao’s grandmother.

If Song Yimo was there, Grandma would force herself to stay strong. But if she wasn’t, perhaps Grandma might shed a few tears with Miao’s grandmother.

Better that she let it out than hold it all inside.

The house was unbearably quiet. Song Yimo sat alone on the couch for a long while, finally pulling her phone from her bag and pressing speed dial.

Just as Zhai Muyang stepped out of the building and waited for his driver to pull up, his assistant, Zhou Xin, hurriedly updated him on the project’s progress.

The moment the ringtone sounded, Zhou fell silent, understanding the unspoken rule as a good assistant should. This ringtone was reserved for one person only.