Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 226: Deep Sibling Love

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Deep Sibling Love

Sun Changkui soon transferred five hundred thousand to Cao Qiuhua.

Upon seeing the message, Cao Qiuhua was stunned, and quickly said she wanted to transfer the money to Song Xiaoru.

Song Xiaoru directly refused, even the initial one hundred thousand that Cao Qiuhua gave was not taken. "Qiuhua, you weren’t wealthy originally, but you helped me and Dongzi through the most difficult times. No matter how much I repay you, it is only right. Consider this one hundred thousand as a little token from us for our uncle and auntie’s medical treatment."

Touched, Cao Qiuhua didn’t know what to say, but eventually, she accepted Song Xiaoru’s kindness and watched as the two left, finally showing a long-lost smile on her face.

She was happy about her upcoming new life and was consoled that Song Xiaoru’s brother had come into his own; her friend no longer had to suffer as before.

Song Xiaoru and Song Xiaodong were climbing a mountain at that time, hand in hand, their spirits not heavy but rather joyful; after all, their parents had died so many years ago, and that sadness had already been diluted over time.

On a mountainside facing the morning sun, they found their parents’ graves, not in a public cemetery; they simply couldn’t afford one back then. This plot belonged to a relative’s family.

The grave was already overgrown with green grass. Song Xiaodong and Song Xiaoru cleaned it up, and then they knelt before the grave.

"Mom, Dad, we’ve come to see you. Dongzi has also returned from the military, and he’s now a very, very impressive doctor. He’s made a lot of money, bought me a Ferrari sports car worth around six hundred thousand, and even bought a big house. You probably never dreamed we could have such good days, did you? You don’t have to worry anymore. Now, we’re just waiting for Dongzi to get married and give you a grandson soon."

Lightly murmuring, Song Xiaoru spoke. After she finished, Song Xiaodong also said, "Mom, Dad, don’t worry. I’ve grown up. I will take care of my sister for life. As long as I breathe, I will not let her suffer the slightest injustice. I’ll ensure she has the happiest life and becomes the happiest woman in the world."

At that moment, Song Xiaodong puffed out his chest and said loudly, "I am my sister’s guardian angel. Even if the gods themselves come to harm her, I shall slay them!"

Song Xiaoru immediately tapped Song Xiaodong lightly and chided, "What are you saying in this place, spouting nonsense? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can’t offend the gods."

With a proud smile, Song Xiaodong said, "In my heart, you surpass the gods, my sister. No one can compare to you."

"You!" Song Xiaoru glanced at Song Xiaodong, fearing he would talk nonsense again. She hurriedly said, "The heavens above, my brother loves to talk nonsense. Don’t mind him. Xiaoru is here to apologize on his behalf."

Despite saying this, Song Xiaoru was indescribably moved. She could never find another brother in the whole world who would be as good to her sister as he was.

But suddenly, she remembered Song Xiaodong was not her real brother, and suddenly felt a bit heartbroken, silently musing to herself, "Dad, Mom, you always hid Dongzi’s origin from him. But now that Dongzi has grown up, should I tell him about this? He deserves to know, but I fear he might not be able to accept this reality. What should I do?"

However, her parents could not provide Song Xiaoru with an answer; now, she must make her own decision.

A stick of incense burned out, and Song Xiaodong and Song Xiaoru got up. Having knelt for so long, Song Xiaoru staggered slightly, and Song Xiaodong quickly supported her.

"It’s okay, I just need a moment," Song Xiaoru moved her knees.

"I’ll carry you," Song Xiaodong, knowing the situation, was not worried and said with a smile.

"Carry me?"

"Yeah, you used to carry me when we were kids, and now it’s my turn to carry you," said Song Xiaodong as he already turned around and squatted in front of Song Xiaoru.

Song Xiaoru chuckled and said, "You, alright, let me have you carry me for a bit then."

Song Xiaoru lay on Song Xiaodong’s back, wrapping her arms around his neck, while Song Xiaodong stood up and wrapped his hands around her thighs from behind.

After taking a few steps, Song Xiaodong said, "Sis, you’re really light, probably not even a hundred pounds."

Song Xiaoru laughed and said, "Do you prefer me fat? If I actually got fat, could I even get married?"

"Then just don’t get married; I’ll take care of you. Besides, when you’re thin, you’re Diaochan; when you’re fat, you’re Yang Guifei—still gorgeous either way."

"You sure have a way with words," Song Xiaoru laughed softly, not knowing why, but now whenever Song Xiaodong called her pretty, she always felt especially sweet.

Song Xiaodong said cheerfully, "My sister is the best sister in the whole world, no doubt about that."

Song Xiaoru looked at Song Xiaodong’s profile; the lines of his face were so clear and increasingly masculine, causing her to be somewhat entranced.

"Sis, do you also think I look quite handsome?" Song Xiaodong turned his head and smiled at Song Xiaoru.

"Don’t flatter yourself, you’re just a little bit handsome," Song Xiaoru felt a bit sheepish, twisted Song Xiaodong’s head to make him look forward, and after a while, she said dreamily, "Dongzi, tell me... if I did something to let you down, would you blame me?"

"How could you ever let me down?" Song Xiaodong didn’t believe it at all.

Song Xiaoru pressed on, "What if I really did something?"

"Let you down? What could you possibly do to let me down? Ah! You haven’t found a boyfriend and are getting married, have you?" Song Xiaodong stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Song Xiaoru with a deeply worried expression.

"What’s with that look? Can’t I get married?" Song Xiaoru chastised, glancing at Song Xiaodong.

"Well, of course you can, but... ahem, if you got married, I’d really miss you. Another man taking care of you, just the thought of another man holding you makes me feel quite uncomfortable."

"Xuanxuan was right, you really are overly attached to your sister," Song Xiaoru playfully hit Song Xiaodong and said, "I wasn’t talking about getting married. I don’t even have a boyfriend right now, so who to marry?"

"What is it, then?"

"I don’t know, I’m just asking," Song Xiaodong gently shook his body, showing a bit of coyness.

Song Xiaodong suddenly felt overwhelmed, this was his sister being coy with him. He boldly declared, "Not to mention I don’t think you could do anything to let me down, even if you really did, I’d still stand by you. As long as my sister is happy, even if you sold me, I would still help count the money for you."

Song Xiaoru suddenly felt a rush in her nose, and tears nearly flowed out. Knowing how Song Xiaodong felt about her, could she really keep this from him?