"You, always so impulsive, do you want the neighbors to avoid us from now on?"
Once inside the house, Song Xiaoru scolded Song Xiaodong, but her eyes were still filled with deep relief. Although her brother was mischievous and everyone was afraid of him, she knew very well that Song Xiaodong's care and love for her were absolutely 120%.
Song Xiaodong still felt a bit displeased and said, "They think they can push you around because you are easygoing. People and horses alike are ridden because they are meek. Now that I'm back, I won't let anyone bully you."
Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong another look and said, "They are still our neighbors, and you can't act like this anymore."
"Understood."
Seeing that Song Xiaodong didn't really take it to heart, Song Xiaoru could only shake her head and asked, "Xiaodong, what are your plans now that you're back?"
"Plans? I came back just to ensure you have a good life."
Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong a look and said, "What good life? We still need to work. Money doesn't just fall from the sky."
"Work... I'll look for one later. I've been tired for so many years, I also want to rest and relax a bit," Song Xiaodong stretched lazily and collapsed on the bed.
"That's true, rest well then. Once you've rested enough, find a job. Without a job, it's hard to find a wife, too."
"Sis, stop bringing up finding me a wife. You're even older than me by a year. If anyone should get married, it should be you first."
"I'm a woman; it's just about finding someone to marry, but for you, a man, you need to have a house and a car, and a respectable job. How can I marry off without making sure you're settled?"
"Alright, alright, I'll find you a goddess-like sister-in-law soon."
Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong a look and said, "Just find someone decent, why set your standards so high?"
Song Xiaodong looked at Song Xiaoru seriously and said, "Sis, you say you're so pretty, I've gotten used to seeing you. If my wife isn't as pretty as you, how could I stand it? I'd rather not marry at all."
"You... then you might as well stay single forever," Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong another look. Finding a wife for him might be difficult if that was the benchmark, given how beautiful she was.
Song Xiaodong laughed and said, "Who knows, maybe a goddess-like wife will come running to me soon."
"Keep dreaming," Song Xiaoru let out a laugh because of Song Xiaodong.
At that moment, Song Xiaodong's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and casually answered.
"Is this Song Xiaodong?" A woman's voice came from the other end.
He remembered this voice very well; it was indeed Miao Qingqing's voice from yesterday. Covering the phone, Song Xiaodong grinned at Song Xiaoru and said, "Sis, speak of the devil, and the devil appears."
"Hurry up and answer the phone," Song Xiaoru leaned in curiously.
Song Xiaodong switched to speakerphone and said cheerfully, "Yes, it's me. Qingqing my wife, calling me so soon?"
"My wife your sister. I am Miao Xuanxuan, you scumbag, you shameless scum. You deserve to be hit by a car the moment you step outside..."
Song Xiaodong was suddenly bewildered and awkwardly smiled at Song Xiaoru, quickly saying, "Hold on, hold on, even if you don't want to admit it, is there a need to start cursing like that?"
"I am cursing you, you bastard. I wish I could flay your skin and pull out your muscles."
"Hey, hey, is that necessary? That time was mutual consent. I didn't force you. Oh, I get it, I was too presumptuous yesterday, and your dad found out, so he scolded you, right? I admit I was wrong to let it get out."
"Get out, my foot, Song Xiaodong, you bastard. Where are you? I'm going to fight you."
Listening to the other party continuously cursing Song Xiaodong, Song Xiaoru's brows furrowed, and she hurriedly said, "Miss, don't be angry. I'm Song Xiaodong's sister. If he has done anything wrong, we will take responsibility."
"His sister? Then tell me where you live. I'm coming over right now."
Song Xiaoru hesitated for a moment, looked at Song Xiaodong, and after he nodded, she gave out their home address.
After hanging up the phone, Song Xiaoru looked sternly at Song Xiaodong, who felt a chill down his spine with his sister gazing at him, and he quickly recounted yesterday's events.
"You... You've always been mischievous, and now, you've even learned to be a playboy, to toy with women," Song Xiaoru scolded as she hit Song Xiaodong on the shoulder.
Song Xiaodong immediately said, "Sis, that was mutual consent too. I guess she's mad because when I went to see her yesterday, her dad was there, so her dad scolded her."
Song Xiaoru shook her head, disappointment written all over her face, "You... no matter what, since you've been with that girl, we need to take responsibility. We'll have to comfort her properly when the time comes."
Song Xiaodong grimaced, saying, "Alright, alright, I'll apologize properly."
Less than half an hour later, a woman stormed into Song Xiaodong's house, the same Miao Qingqing from yesterday. She was dressed in casual wear, her demeanor entirely changed, exuding youthful vitality. However, her face bore a suppressed anger, adding a different kind of enticing charm to her.
"Wife, you're here," Song Xiaodong greeted with a grin.
"Wife, my foot, are you that scumbag Song Xiaodong?" Miao Qingqing glared at him fiercely.
Song Xiaodong rolled his eyes, saying, "They say even a day of marriage brings a hundred days of grace. You start with cursing, isn't that a bit much?"
"What's wrong with cursing you? Are you blind? I'm Miao Xuanxuan, not Miao Qingqing."
"Miao Xuanxuan? Weren't you called Miao Qingqing yesterday?" Song Xiaodong was confused by her.
Miao Xuanxuan glared, saying, "Can't we be twins?"
"Twins?" Song Xiaodong's eyes widened as he looked Miao Xuanxuan up and down, recalling Miao Qingqing's features. He quickly came to a conclusion—if the twin sisters wore the same clothes, it would be absolutely impossible to tell who was who.
Seeing such a beautiful young woman confronting Song Xiaodong, Song Xiaoru was also taken aback. She had assumed that if Song Xiaodong were ever to gallivant, the girl wouldn't be of high caliber. Turns out, she was quite stunning.
Although Miao Xuanxuan looked fierce, arguments among young people are quite normal. The more Song Xiaoru looked at Miao Xuanxuan, the more she liked her. She hurriedly stepped in to mediate, "This... Miss Miao, let's talk inside. I'm his sister and can make decisions on his behalf. I'll make sure he provides you with a proper explanation."
With Song Xiaoru's approach, Miao Xuanxuan's anger was temporarily assuaged. After entering the house, Song Xiaoru immediately asked, "Miss Miao, could you please detail what happened? If it was his fault, I will definitely deal with him—he'll bear whatever responsibility is necessary."