He didn't speak, just sat there upright, staring at Song Lang with his lips pursed.
Despite it being a sweltering day, the little brat's gaze was so cold that it sent a chill down Song Lang's spine.
I'm afraid I've scared people half to death.
Song Lang quickly apologized, his main point being to persuade Shen Zhifei not to complain, as he didn't want to be scolded and lose face in front of his new younger brother.
Shen Zhifei just sat there listening to him ramble on for a long time, and when he ran out of things to say, he coldly said, "If you're done talking, then get out."
...
Song Lang sat quietly on the sofa in the living room for a while, a rare occurrence.
He thought it over and over, but still felt uneasy, so he went to the refrigerator and rummaged around for a bit before sneaking into Shen Zhifei's room.
He walked step by step to his new brother with his hands behind his back, and then handed him the popsicle that was emitting cold air, as if presenting a treasure.
"Don't be angry anymore, I won't scare you anymore, okay?"
Shen Zhifei remained unmoved, not even raising his head.
Song Lang was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head helplessly and nudged the child, "Hurry up and eat, or the popsicle will melt."
"I won't eat it." Shen Zhifei refused quietly and coldly.
"Eat it or leave it!" Song Lang snapped, slammed the popsicle on the table, and walked away.
I just startled him, and he already apologized. Why is this kid so stubborn when he gets angry? He has such a bad temper; he's nothing like the well-behaved and cute kid he was when he called me "brother" earlier.
Song Lang sulked to himself, sitting at the table holding his rice bowl without saying a word. Seeing his parents serving food to the child with both hands only made him angrier.
Why should this kid, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, live in his house and share his parents' love?
He slammed the bowl down on the table; he couldn't eat anymore.
The commotion was so loud that both of Song's parents turned to look at him.
Just as he was about to storm off, a pair of chopsticks placed a piece of sweet and sour pork into his bowl.
He turned his head, and Shen Zhifei smiled sweetly at him: "Brother, eat more meat."
Oh ho, the kid's not angry anymore? But he is! The kind of angry you can't appease! Don't think you can settle things with just a few pieces of meat!
Song Lang sat there with his hands in his pockets, looking like a young master who was not to be trifled with. Shen Zhifei seemed a little uneasy and secretly glanced at his rice bowl a few times.
Under the dinner table, his mother, Shen Lingyu, subtly stepped on his foot and gave him a warning look.
Fearing a beating, Song Lang had no choice but to snort and pick up his chopsticks to eat the meat.
Shen Zhifei immediately smiled and put more food on his plate, calling him "brother" each time, which made Song Lang feel very comfortable and at ease.
After dinner, Shen Zhifei and Song's father sat in the living room watching TV, while Song Lang was called to the study by Shen Lingyu.
"Mom, I passed math this time," Song Lang said reluctantly. "Our teacher praised me. You can ask Meng Fanxing if you don't believe me."
“You and Meng Fanxing are in the same boat, do you think I can get the truth from him?” Shen Lingyu grabbed her son by the collar and went into the study. After closing the door, she lowered her voice and said, “I came to you to talk about Zhifei.”
She didn't explain much, leaving it at that.
But Song Lang understood.
The child in the living room became an orphan a few months ago due to an accident. He was fostered by relatives but was abused. His parents couldn't bear to see him like this, so they decided to take their friend's only offspring back into their own home.
Song Lang thought that if he lost his parents now, he would definitely cry himself to death.
Thinking about it this way, he couldn't muster any anger towards the child anymore.
How pitiful! As the older brother, he had to be so tolerant.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Lang went into the next room again.
This time, Shen Zhifei didn't sit at his desk; he had already changed into his pajamas and was sitting on the bed.
Song Lang chuckled, kicked off his slippers, jumped onto the bed, and pulled back the covers to crawl inside.
"What are you doing?" Shen Zhifei pressed him down. "This is my room."
“I know, I’ll sleep with you,” Song Lang pushed him into the blankets. “Aren’t you afraid of the dark? If I sleep with you, you won’t have nightmares.”
"I'm not afraid of the dark." Shen Zhifei's smile disappeared from her face in front of her parents, and she said with a cold expression.
"I'm afraid of the dark, you'll sleep with me." Song Lang tried his best to offer him comfort, but the other party didn't appreciate it.
Shen Zhifei sprang to her feet and dragged Song Lang outside.
He was short and not as strong as Song Lang, so it took him a lot of effort to pull the person off the bed.
Seeing him panting heavily, his once fair face now flushed red, yet still pushing him away, Song Lang was a little frustrated: "Are you still angry with me? I really didn't mean to scare you."
Shen Zhifei was taken aback and stopped pushing him.
Song Lang craned his neck to look at the desk; the popsicle he had given her was gone.
He chuckled and put his arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder. "I knew you weren't angry anymore. Come on, let your brother sleep with you."
Shen Zhifei pushed him away again, this time with all his might, and Song Lang was pushed so hard that he fell flat on his face.
He grimaced in pain, sitting on the ground rubbing his ankle while trying to mentally prepare himself.