More than I thought I would like

  Wen Yan surprisingly didn't call or send a message to Song Min for an entire day.

  Song Min's mind started to have small calculations again, and she picked up her phone several times wanting to send a message to Wen Yan, but in the end, she endured it. She took the bus back early in the morning for what? Wen Yan was good, without any self-awareness at all.

  Mr. Song and Mrs. Song attended a friend's party, and only Song Min and Song Hao were at home in the evening.

  Song Hao was doing his homework in his room, while Song Min was typing away on the sofa in the living room.

  After a while, there were faint sounds coming from the doorway. Song Min flew over and opened the door, "Wen..."

  The joy in his heart was frozen solid in an instant.

  Song Min's words automatically disappeared from her mouth, and she stared blankly at the backs of the two people in front of her.

  Warm words were being spoken intimately by a tall woman, so intimate that Song Min found it quite piercing to the eyes.

  "I really like you..." Wen Yan said with a drunken slur, followed by two silly giggles.

  "Uh-huh, I know." The woman responded perfunctorily, as if she was used to this sentence. Her hands were all over Wen Yan's body, "Wen Yan, where are your keys?"

  Song Min felt a sudden loss of strength, her heart racing down at a speed of 100 meters per second, the huge dullness in her chest almost made her unable to breathe, Song Min's brain was blank, her body swayed and she barely managed to grab the door frame to steady herself.

  She was so eager to come back and see him, but he...

  Song Min felt ridiculous, Wen Yan's serious words were like a slap in the face, hitting her hard and making her eyes fill with tears.

  Song Min slowly closed the door, his whole body feeling limp, leaning against the shoe cabinet, and it took him half a day to come back to himself.

  Heartbroken and breathless.

  "Sister, what's wrong?" Song Hao came out to drink water and saw Song Min standing at the door with a strange expression.

  "It's nothing." Song Min shook his head.

  Song Hao only then saw Song Min crying, he furrowed his brow, went to Song Min's front, anxiously asked, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? I'll go find Wen Yan!"

  Song Min grabbed Song Hao and shook her head, "Don't look for him, if you still want to call me sister, don't talk to him."

  Song Min wasn't joking at all.

  Song Hao furrowed his brow tightly.

  Song Min lay awake all night, and as soon as he closed his eyes, all he could see was Wen Yan's words "I really like you" and the woman's crisp voice saying "Mm-hmm, I know", his heart felt suffocated and unable to breathe.

  It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright in the early morning that Song Min finally fell asleep, and after sleeping for two or three hours, he woke up again and couldn't fall back asleep.

  Song Hao went out for supplementary lessons in the morning.

  It was almost noon when someone knocked on the door. Song Min thought Song Hao had forgotten his key, so he opened the door without even looking.

  Outside the door, a slender hand was pressing against the throbbing temples with a gentle touch, and the eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

  Song Hao this big mouth.

  Song Min thought Song Hao had told Wen Yan again, and couldn't help but frown, because he hadn't rested well, his complexion was very haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes made Wen Yan feel heartbroken.

  "Didn't sleep well?" Wen Yan cupped Song Min's face and gently scratched under her dark circles.

  Song Min calmly brushed away Wen Yan's hand, his gaze falling to the side, his voice without much fluctuation, "You've been reading too late."

  Didn't I tell you not to stay up late?

  Song Min didn't want to chat with Wen Yan at all. As soon as he heard her voice, Song Min's eyes started to get hot, "Do you have something to say?"

  Song Min was afraid he couldn't hold back.

  "It's nothing, I just wanted to see you."

  Song Min did not respond, his eyes cast downward, and he took a slight breath, suppressing the surge of emotions that welled up in his eyes.

  Wen Yan thought Song Min's coldness was just because of his morning temper, plus the fact that he had drunk too much yesterday and was still feeling dizzy and confused after waking up, with a pounding headache that felt like it was going to explode, and even now his mind was still in a daze, without noticing anything unusual about Song Min.

  "I'll start my internship on Monday." Song Min bit her lip, suppressing the urge to cry, and looked up at Wen Yan, "I'll live with my brother from now on."

  Wen Yan looked at Song Min's moist eyes, and his heart surged with an inexplicable palpitation. He closed his eyes again and pressed his temples, simply responding with a "Hmm."

  Two people stood at the door and neither of them spoke again.

  "Go back and rest well." Wen Yan finally let out a soft sigh, rubbing Song Min's head.

  "Oh." Song Min closed the door, her hand still on the doorknob, and tears rushed out of her eyes one after another. What to do, what to do, she liked him more than she had imagined.

  At the moment when Song Min closed the door, Wen Yan seemed to hear her suppressed gasps, as if she had cried.

  Wen Yan's heart was tied into a knot, just as he was about to knock on the door again, his own front door swung open and a man came out, pulling Wen Yan back in. "A Yan, don't be too affectionate with your wife, there's still plenty of time for that later!"

  Song Min finished packing her things and cried as she called Song Qinghe, "Second brother, can you come pick me up?"

  "What's wrong?" Hearing Song Min cry, Song Qing and his heart were all tied up, his face sank, and he didn't even bother to pretend to be friendly with Liang Yi anymore.

  "What's wrong?" Liang Yi slightly furrowed his brow, Song Qinghe's face didn't look too good either, and he also didn't know what had happened.

  "Song Min." Song Qing pointed to the phone and mouthed to Liang Yi, "Wait for me at home for a while."

  Song Qinghe continued talking to Song Min, "Didn't we agree you'd come over this afternoon?"

  "I don't want to stay at home." Song Min's voice was laced with desperation.

  "Wait for me at home."

  Song Qing and almost drove all the way to Song Min's house.

  "How did you end up crying like this?" Song Qinghe asked when he arrived, Song Min was already crying into a tearful person, with red eyes and nose that didn't look right.

  Song Qing handed over a few paper towels to wipe away Song Min's tears, her heart aching with each passing moment. "Where are Little Uncle and Little Aunt?"

  "Go see Grandpa." Song Min sobbed.

  "Why are you crying?" Song Qinghe had just wiped away the tears on Song Min's face, and again tears welled up in her eyes, rushing out one after another. The last time he saw her cry was when she was in elementary school, and Song Qinghe felt a deep pang of heartache.

  Song Min wept without making a sound, shook his head and didn't say anything.

  "Why so polite?"

  Song Min's eyes hurt, and tears flowed even more violently.

  Song Qing's face sank, with a hint of anger, "I'll go find him!"

  Song Min's temper is very clear, he is a silent gourd. Whatever makes him unhappy or uncomfortable, he will not tell others, and will silently endure it himself. What kind of grievances must he have suffered to cry like this?

  "Don't..." Song Min tightly grabbed onto Song Qinghe, sobbing as he said: "Second brother don't...don't go find him...he...I think...think quietly..."

  Song Min thought, let it be, she's better off far away, and from now on, she shouldn't provoke Wen Yan again.

  Song Qing rubbed Song Min's hair with a sympathetic expression, his eyebrows furrowed into a knot. "Alright, brother will take you away."

  "How did you end up crying like this?"

  Song Qinghe and Song Min walked in together. When Liang Yi saw Song Min's red eyes, he was startled and asked, "What happened?"

  "Liang Yijie..." Song Min's voice cracked as tears rolled down again, sobbing uncontrollably. "Let me calm down for a bit..."

  "Hey, your brother and I are both here." Liang Yi patted Song Min's back to comfort her, then sent her to the room. After that, Liang Yi gave Song Qing a look, asking him what was going on.

  Song Qing raised an eyebrow, "Not me."

  Liáng rolled her eyes and didn't want to look at Sòng Qīng Hé, she knew it wasn't him. How could Sòng Qīng Hé be so silly? Can't he have some tacit understanding?

  "Are you scolding me in your heart again?" Song Qinghe messed up Liang Yi's hair and dragged her out.

  "What are you doing? Let me go!" Liang Yixiang slapped Song Qinghe's hand away.

  Song Qing was as calm and steady as Mount Tai, unmoved, "Come with me to buy vegetables."

  "What are you buying?" Liang Yi was worried about Song Min, and while waiting for the elevator, he patted Song Qing and asked him to speak seriously, "What's going on?"

  "He and Wen Yan had a fight." Song Qing let out a sigh, pinched the middle of his eyebrows, and felt a bit of a headache.

  Liang furrowed his brow, "How could Song Min possibly get into a fight with someone so easily?"

  "It's also possible." Song Qinghe became even more worried, as it was hard to say whether his sister and Wen Yan had quarreled or not, and given Wen Yan's temperament, it was unlikely that she would let Song Min be so heartbroken. Alas, whether Wen Yan knew about this or not was another matter...

  "Headache." Song Qing and really had a headache, after Song Min's emotions stabilized, he had to have a good talk with Song Min.

  There's also Wen Yan, Song Qing and really has some heartache for Wen Yan, to think of Song Min, it's enough for him to suffer, every day he doesn't know how he'll die.

  "Don't go to work today."

  Song Min's face turned pale, making Song Qing and others very worried.

  "On the first day of work, it's not good to take a leave." Song Min only drank a few mouthfuls of milk, and didn't touch any other breakfast dishes.

  "We've all eaten." Song Qing furrowed his brow, "We didn't eat anything last night."

  Song Min shook his head, "No appetite."

  "Come with me." Song Qinghe watched as Song Min finished his milk, simply cleaned up the dishes, put on his suit jacket, adjusted his tie and cufflinks, and waited for Song Min by the door.

  "I'll take the bus myself."

  "Do you think it's possible?" Song Qing raised an eyebrow.

  "Ah..." Song Min's scalp felt numb, her second brother raised an eyebrow, this action was too threatening, Song Min saw it and had a conditioned reflex, obediently following behind Song Qinghe.

  Song Qinghe went to the parking lot to get the car, Song Min was waiting for him downstairs, and as soon as he came out of the unit door, he saw that Liang Yi was also waiting for someone.

  "Sister." Song Min walked up and greeted Liang Yi.

  "Didn't sleep well?" Liang Yi looked at Song Min's heavy black eye circles and felt a bit heartbroken.

  "Sister, are you waiting for someone too?"

  Liāng Yī's face slowly turned red, "Uh... wait for your brother..."

  Song Min had a faint urge to laugh, what was wrong with her, couldn't she see such an obvious thing...

  "What's going on, Song? Can you tell me?"

  "Wen Yan got drunk and a girl sent him home, the two of them were quite intimate." Song Min bit his lip, lowered his head, and his eyes would get hot whenever he thought about it.

  Liang Yibao hugged Song Min and patted her back, "Does Wen Yan know that you know?"

  Song Min shook his head, "Sister, don't tell my second brother about this either."

  "Hmm." Liang Yi responded with a sound, having his own plan in mind. Song Qinghe was right to worry, this matter Wen Yan didn't know at all, now it's just Song Min being angry on his own side, even if he were to die from anger, Wen Yan wouldn't know!