Chapter 127: Daily Life of the Siblings, Part 2
Song Yimo slept soundly until almost four in the afternoon.
The room’s blackout curtains shrouded everything in darkness, and when she first opened her eyes, Song Yimo thought it was still night.
She turned over, ready to fall back asleep, but the unfamiliar texture of the bedding jolted her fully awake. She sat up quickly, glancing around to take in her surroundings.
It was a completely unfamiliar room—spacious, and furnished with elegant, high-end pieces. Noticing her suitcase open beside the wardrobe, Song Yimo slowly gathered her thoughts.
She flopped backward, her body bouncing slightly on the plush bed, feeling utterly comfortable but not the least bit sleepy anymore.
Tilting her head, she listened. Silence. Was her brother not here?
Song Yimo slipped out of bed, opened the door, and peered out. Nobody.
She wandered over to the front railing and looked downstairs, where she saw the housekeeper wiping dust from the greenery around the room.
“Miss Song is awake,” the housekeeper called up with a warm smile.
Song Yimo smiled back. “Thank you, Auntie Zhang.”
“Not at all,” Auntie Zhang beamed. “It’s nearly four—dinner might be hard to finish if you’re too full, but I’ve made some congee. How about a bowl to tide you over?”
“That sounds good.”
Song Yimo went downstairs and took a seat at the dining table, glancing around the spacious duplex apartment.
The house’s décor followed a European style—grand and ornate, with a sweeping spiral staircase adding to its elegance.
Auntie Zhang brought out a bowl of congee, pouring some into a smaller bowl. “I checked with Mr. Zhai, and he said you aren’t allergic to seafood, so I made seafood congee. I hope you’ll enjoy it.”
“Thank you, Auntie Zhang. Please, just call me Yimo. ‘Miss’ feels a bit strange to me.”
Auntie Zhang, a cheerful woman in her forties with a gentle temperament, had served the Zheng family for many years and met countless people. She could tell that Yimo was speaking with genuine warmth, so she replied easily, “Alright, Yimo it is.”
Song Yimo took a bite of congee and looked up with a smile. “Auntie Zhang, do you know where my brother went?”
“He’s in the study… Ah, there he is.”
Song Yimo turned to see her brother emerging from a room behind the staircase.
“You slept so late. Will you be able to fall asleep tonight?”
“I’ll manage if I stay up a little later,” she replied, then asked, “Did you get some rest?”
“I did,” Zhai Muyang said, pulling out a chair to sit beside her. “How’s the congee?”
“It’s delicious, so fresh! Want to try some, too?”
Auntie Zhang quickly interjected, “I’ll fetch another bowl.”
“No need,” said Zhai Muyang. “Yimo, just pass me a shrimp, and I’ll have a taste.”
The shrimp in the congee were whole and large. When Auntie Zhang had served it, she’d scooped out an extra generous helping, so Yimo’s bowl was practically overflowing with shrimp.
Song Yimo picked the largest shrimp and brought it to her older brother’s lips. Zhai Muyang took a bite, savoring the rich, delicate flavor.
“Not bad. Give me another.”
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