CHAPTER 500: 463 PERHAPS, WE REALLY MADE A MISTAKE (FOUR THOUSAND WORDS)

A perfectly good full moon celebration, just like that, ruined.

Song Lili hadn’t even changed out of her banquet dress when she held the little troublemaker, gently warming her body with a hot pack.

Urged by Wen Nian, Wen Xun knocked on the door and entered.

He glanced at Song Lili in the room and, with eyes cast down, turned to close the door.

"Come here, Xiao Xun."

Song Lili waved to Wen Xun.

Wen Xun approached Song Lili, still with his eyes lowered, "Sister, I’m sorry..."

His words came out choked with restrained sobs.

Seeing his eyes red and swollen, Song Lili couldn’t tell how long he had been crying outside the door.

She freed one hand to place it on Wen Xun’s shoulder and then pulled him into her embrace, holding him,

"It’s all okay, isn’t it? Why cry? ’A man does not easily shed tears,’ remember that."

"A man does not easily shed tears... sob... but grief hasn’t reached my heart yet!"

Suddenly, Wen Xun broke down, wrapping his arms tightly around Song Lili,

"I was almost scared to death, sob... I was really afraid something would happen to the little troublemaker when that crazy woman threw Qichen out, I, I... sob..."

Wen Xun’s crying tugged sharply at Song Lili’s heart.

She gently patted his back, soothing him, "It’s all over now, don’t think about it anymore, okay?"

"Sob, sob, sob..."

Initially, when Bai Cangqiong knocked this little fellow unconscious with a stick, he didn’t shed a single tear upon awakening. When Zhuo Ting and Song Xiangqiao brought him from Xilin to Anlin, he was completely fearless, incredibly brave.

Everyone in the President Mansion knows that Wen Xun, though young, is clever and wise.

Who has ever seen him cry like this before?

He was genuinely scared.

He had come inside from outside long ago, but his body was still ice-cold to the touch, as cold as the outdoors, Song Lili rubbed his body to warm him.

"See, now that you’ve cried, the little troublemaker is awake."

Song Lili sighed, and Wen Xun hurriedly closed his mouth, but continued to hiccup, his tears still hanging in his eyes, looking as pitiful as one could be.

"Let me, let me see..."

Wen Xun, shoulders jerking, turned and stretched his neck to look at Wen Qichen in Song Lili’s arms.

The little troublemaker, eyes wide and steady, looked back at Wen Xun for a long time, and suddenly, she giggled at Wen Xun, then began squirming.

"Does she want you to hold her?"

Song Lili guessed the little girl’s intent.

Wen Xun blinked, his tears still rolling down, "Really?"

No sooner had he spoken when the little troublemaker squirmed even more violently.

"Try holding her."

Song Lili encouraged, "It’s not like you’ve never held her before."

Wen Xun pursed his lips, sniffled, and carefully took Wen Qichen into his arms, then found to his amazement that the little girl really calmed down, waving her tiny hands joyously, though he didn’t know what she was so happy about...

"See, I wasn’t wrong, she wants you to hold her. You hold her more often than I do, and compared to me, the little girl might like you better."

As Song Lili said this, and looking at the innocently smiling Wen Qichen in his arms, Wen Xun felt increasingly at a loss.

He pouted, his cheeks souring as he held back tears, yet couldn’t help feeling heartbroken and scared,

"I’m sorry, Qichen... sorry, Xiao Qichen, I promise, I promise I’ll protect you better in the future, not let you face such danger again... sob, sob, sob..."

Song Lili sat on the edge of the bed, her heavy heart slightly relieved.

She changed her clothes, washed her face, and when she came back out, Wen Xun was asleep on the bed, holding Wen Qichen.

Lili leaned over to look, Wen Xun’s face covered in tear stains, his long eyelashes glistening with moisture.

She smiled gently, twisted a hot towel to clean the tear stains from Wen Xun’s face, adjusted the sleeping position of the two little ones, covered them with a blanket, and walked out of the room with Uncle Wei keeping watch.

Sitting in the living room, she called her father to check on Song Xiangqiao’s situation.

"I see."

Song Lili hung up the phone, quietly sitting on the sofa. Wen Nian entered through the porch and saw Song Lili’s dazed look.

He walked over,

"How are the little troublemaker and Xiao Xun?"

"They are sleeping in the room."

Song Lili stood up and took the coat Wen Nian had taken off, "Have all the guests left?"

"Yep."

Wen Nian held Song Lili’s hand, sitting her down next to him. When she tried to pour him tea, he stopped her,