A Villainous Childhood Sweetheart At Four And A Half - Chapter 8

The words Pei Hanying had said to her just now were still firmly etched in Ning Song’s mind.

But no matter what, Ning Song never expected that between the two of them, the first person to break the rules Pei Hanying had laid down would be Pei Hanying herself.

Not wanting Pei Hanying to wake up the next morning and get angry because of the position they were sleeping in together, Ning Song, while being held somewhat domineeringly by her, also tentatively twisted her body in Pei Hanying’s arms.

She had originally wanted to break free from her hold, but after only a slight movement, the hand Pei Hanying had placed on her instead tightened around her even more.

The girl’s muffled voice came over, carrying a commanding tone. “Don’t move around.”

Ning Song did not know whether she had actually woken up or not, so she could only obediently settle down and did not dare move again.

Her body was a little cold. Even in the warm room, she did not have much warmth. Her hands and feet were icy all year round, and she could even wake up from the cold halfway through sleeping.

But Pei Hanying’s body was completely different from hers. Even through the fabric, Ning Song could feel the warmth transmitted from her body.

Held by her, Ning Song gradually warmed up.

Children did not have much energy. Even though she had things on her mind, being held like this, her body wrapped in warmth, Ning Song soon fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, Ning Song was still thinking that she had to wake up early the next day.

She absolutely could not let Pei Hanying discover that she had hugged her.

Only, Ning Song’s fever medicine contained sleep-inducing ingredients, and on top of that, her health was poor, so she also slept longer than ordinary children.

So the next day, naturally, Pei Hanying still woke up earlier.

Pei Hanying had originally thought that with another person sharing her bed, she would be somewhat unused to it.

But unexpectedly, she had slept quite well last night.

When she first woke up, she was still holding a soft doll in her arms.

She buried her face into the doll’s body. When her mind gradually cleared, her body slowly stiffened.

Wait.

Other than pillows and blankets, there were no dolls on her bed. Where had a doll come from?

Pei Hanying’s lashes trembled. She shakily opened her eyes, and a snow-white, delicate face crashed into her view.

The little girl had her eyes closed. Her long, dense lashes drooped, casting a faint shadow beneath her eyes. She was a true lash spirit.

Her nose bridge was elegant and straight. The injuries that had originally been on her face had healed a little, revealing the childish cuteness a little girl should have at this age.

—It was Ning Song’s face.

Pei Hanying closed her eyes. Her little face wrinkled into a ball, and she instantly put on a mask of pain.

No, hadn’t she just said yesterday that Ning Song was not allowed to sleep toward the middle? How had the two of them somehow ended up hugging each other!

It was all Ning Song’s fault. How could such a perfectly fine little girl have such a terrible sleeping posture?

Pei Hanying opened her eyes again and was just about to wake Ning Song up so she could properly admit her mistake.

Only, when the hand originally resting on Ning Song’s body reached backward and felt nothing, Pei Hanying realized something was not quite right. She sat up and looked around. Her mouth opened slightly, and her body, like a fish that had been smacked unconscious, slowly fell back down again.

Good news: Ning Song’s sleeping posture seemed quite good. Even now, she was still obediently staying near the edge of the bed and had barely moved.

Bad news: the person with the bad sleeping posture was probably Pei Hanying herself. Otherwise, she could not imagine how Ning Song had dragged her over to this side.

In other words, she had repeatedly told Ning Song she was not allowed to get close to her.

But in the end, after falling asleep, she had been the one to take the initiative and move close to Ning Song?!

For a moment, Pei Hanying wanted to find a block of tofu and smash herself to death with it.

Her face hurt so much. She had been slapped in the face by the very words she had said.

After wailing inwardly several times, she rubbed her face. In the end, she gently pulled her hand out.

She sat up at once. Taking advantage of the fact that Ning Song had not woken yet, she used the back of her hand to test the temperature of Ning Song’s forehead. After discovering nothing abnormal, she finally got out of bed from the other side, went to the cloakroom to change clothes, and then washed up.

Only after hearing the sound of footsteps leaving did Ning Song quietly open her eyes.

She had already woken up when Pei Hanying pulled her hand out from beneath her just now.

Only, in the end, she had still woken a little later than Pei Hanying.

Pei Hanying had discovered that the two of them had slept while hugging each other.

Ning Song’s heart was very uneasy. She was very afraid that Pei Hanying would get angry.

But unexpectedly, not only had Pei Hanying not gotten angry, she had even checked her temperature.

Was she concerned about her?

Ning Song opened her eyes and pulled the blanket upward, revealing a pair of jade-green pupils.

At this moment, a very faint brightness floated in those beautiful eyes, instantly making them come alive.

After Pei Hanying finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, she looked at the blanket on the bed folded neatly into a tofu block, then at the girl standing stiffly beside the bed, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

“What are you doing?”

Ning Song looked at her and gently shook her head.

Pei Hanying opened a set of her own unused toiletries and gave it to her. “Go wash up.”

While washing up earlier, she had gone through a struggle and finally come up with a strategy.

Although she had been the one to take the initiative and hug Ning Song while sleeping, she could pretend she knew nothing.

If Ning Song did not mention it, she would not bring it up either. If Ning Song did mention it, she would pretend to be surprised.

The great art of playing dumb was suitable for all ages.

After waiting for Ning Song to tidy herself up, Pei Hanying had a maid find one of her old coats for Ning Song and told her to put it on.

At breakfast, although Ning Song still had a slight low fever, her condition was already much better compared to yesterday.

Pei Yuan glanced at the two little ones lowering their heads and eating seriously, then had someone warm the milk first.

Yesterday, she had roughly seen Ning Song’s appetite. In order to avoid burdening the little one’s stomach, Pei Yuan had the maids serve breakfast according to the amount she could eat, so she would not overeat again just to avoid wasting food.

Seeing that Ning Song had eaten about enough, Pei Yuan’s tone softened. She chatted with her and calmly probed a few things.

After roughly finding out about Ning Song’s family situation, Pei Yuan casually asked,

“Xiao Song, how old are you this year? Auntie didn’t have time to ask you yesterday.”

Ning Song sat upright on the stool. After drawing a tissue and wiping her mouth, she looked at Pei Yuan and said in a small voice,

“Auntie, I’m five years and eight months old this year.”

Hearing this, Pei Yuan was a little surprised. She had not expected that the girl who looked even younger than her own daughter was actually more than a year older than Pei Hanying.

For her to be this thin and weak, and for the doctor who examined her yesterday to say that her constitution was not good—even with careful nursing, her body would still be more prone to illness than an ordinary person’s.

Pei Yuan furrowed her brows. Her disgust toward Ning Song’s parents, who had given birth to her but failed to raise her, deepened by a few more degrees.

Pei Hanying, who had been listening with perked ears on the side, also froze when she heard this.

The sky had collapsed. How was Ning Song actually older than her?

The hand holding her chopsticks paused, and for a moment, she somewhat doubted her life.

She raised her head and looked at Ning Song with a faint, gloomy gaze.

Being stared at by both mother and daughter at the same time, Ning Song became a little nervous.

She swallowed lightly and said somewhat helplessly, “Auntie, Yingying, I… what’s wrong?”

Pei Hanying straightened her back and spoke to Ning Song with a serious expression.

“I’m six and a half this year, one year older than you, so you should call me Sister.”

Ning Song looked at her and tilted her head slightly, a little confusion filling her eyes.

From this angle, that snow-white little face looked even cuter.

Even though her hair was ugly beyond belief, with that face supporting it, she was still unbearably adorable.

Pei Hanying was inexplicably struck by the cuteness, but her expression remained calm.

She waited for Ning Song to call her Sister.

A child a little over five years old calling someone with a mental age over thirty “Sister” was only natural! It was already good that she was not making Ning Song call her Auntie.

Pei Hanying thought this inwardly, completely unaware that her thoughts right now were incredibly childish, no different from those of an actual child.

Ning Song instinctively lifted her head and glanced at Pei Yuan.

Pei Yuan glanced at Pei Hanying and stopped her. “Yingbao, no lying.”

“Yingbao is four this year. She’s actually one year younger than you, Xiao Song.”

“You’re the sister, and she’s the younger sister,” Pei Yuan explained to Ning Song.

Having her stage torn down by her own mother, Pei Hanying puffed her cheeks, somewhat unhappy.

She gave a light snort. “Fine, don’t call me that then. There are plenty of kids who want to call me Sister.”

As she spoke, she jumped down from the stool and ran toward the elevator with thudding little steps.

Very soon, she pressed open the elevator and went up to the third floor. After entering the piano room on the third floor, Pei Hanying somewhat gloomily pressed the piano keys, and clear, pleasant piano music instantly rang through the room.

For some reason, she was a little unhappy.

The kind that could not be coaxed better.

Ning Song, who had been left at the dining table, was somewhat at a loss for a moment.

Pei Yuan was already used to Pei Hanying’s occasional little temper and comforted her. “Don’t worry. Your younger sister is a little willful. You don’t need to mind her. She’ll be fine in a while.”

As she spoke, she had a maid bring over the medicine Ning Song had to take that morning. Only after seeing her finish it did she allow the little girl to move around by herself.

After Ning Song finished drinking the medicine, she looked left and right. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she also walked to the elevator.

She stared at it for quite a while before finally pressing it open. After fiddling around for a long while, she finally figured out how to go upstairs.

Only, when she reached Pei Hanying’s bedroom, she did not see her there. Ning Song searched around, and finally stopped in front of the piano room.

The piano room had excellent soundproofing. Only by standing in front of the door could she faintly hear the smooth piano music coming from inside.

The little girl stood at the door for a while, then stood on tiptoe and knocked.

After that, the piano music inside the room instantly stopped, then sounded again with an even faster rhythm.

Ning Song was left outside the door. After hesitating for quite a while, she finally took the initiative to turn the handle and open the door.

She walked in and looked at the girl wearing an elegant knitted dress, her long hair draped down, sitting in front of the piano like a little princess. Ning Song quietly listened to the piano piece.

Pei Hanying knew she had come in, and the gloom in her heart scattered a little. But she still did not really want to pay attention to her.

Her fingertips flew over the keys.

Only, she had not expected that even after she finished playing one whole piece, Ning Song still had not spoken.

Pei Hanying’s hands stopped. She turned her head and looked at her unhappily, staring for quite a while.

Then she said fiercely, “What are you here for?”

Ning Song looked at her, her tone very sincere, her voice thin. “Your playing sounds really nice.”

Did she need to say that?

Pei Hanying was the first-place winner of the national Xinghai Cup piano competition.

She worked hard to suppress the corners of her lips that wanted to rise, lifting her chin high. “And?”

Ning Song walked to her side, lifted her head to look at her, and said in a soft, cottony voice,

“Sister.”

“If I call you Sister, will you stop being angry?”

Pei Hanying: “…”

In that moment, she inexplicably saw a bit of cuteness in Ning Song’s dog-gnawed bangs.

It was definitely not because Ning Song had called her Sister.