Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 56 - 53 Who Am I (Second Update)

Chapter 56 -53 Who Am I? (Second Update)

Chapter 56 -53 Who Am I? (Second Update)

“Jiajia, have you forgotten how you used to cling to your sister when you were little?”

Song Xiwen turned her head to look at the back seat, earnestly explaining, “Sister really didn’t know about that incident beforehand, if I had known, I definitely wouldn’t have agreed to let them do that, Jiajia…”

Song Jiawen lifted her head, her pair of dark, glistening eyes like a deep pool, just staring at Song Xiwen, making it impossible for her to continue.

“Jiajia…”

Song Xiwen struggled to open her mouth, but in the end, she could only utter these two words.

Song Jiawen lowered her eyelids, indifferently said, “It’s something from the past, sister doesn’t need to bring it up anymore, anyway… it doesn’t matter.”

Zhou Youming looked at the girl in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and for a moment, he didn’t know what else to say.

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The matter involved her own life and future, yet it was casually used by her closest family for a transaction. This was not something that anyone could easily let go of.

Zhou Youming sighed inwardly, turned his head to look at Song Xiwen, and signaled her not to rush, to drop the subject for tonight.

Zhou Youming wasn’t a local of Yunzhou, so for Haohao’s birthday, they only invited Song Jiawen, and booked a private room in a nice restaurant, thinking that a happy meal together as a family would suffice.

After all, the child was still young, and there was no need for anything too complicated.

After the meal, Zhou Youming took Haohao to the washroom, leaving the sisters alone in the private room.

Song Xiwen looked at the sister she had raised for fourteen years, suddenly feeling a bit lost, because she realized that she could no longer understand Song Jiawen.

She sat quietly in her place, her eyebrows and eyelids lowered, her long, pale fingers holding the brown teacup, idly fiddling with it. Her movements were languid, yet they exuded an inexplicable nobility.

Her aura, however, was distant and indifferent.

This side of Song Jiawen was something she had never seen before, very unfamiliar.

“Sister…”

Aware that Song Xiwen was watching her with a scrutinizing gaze, Song Jiawen lifted her head and looked over, her eyes forthright and aggressive, “Can you tell me, who am I?”

With a bang, the unexpected question made Song Xiwen’s brain freeze.

She looked at Song Jiawen, pale-faced, and it took her a while to regain her senses before she forced a smile, “Jiajia, you’re… now learning to joke with your sister.”

With that, Song Xiwen picked up the teacup in front of her and gulped down the tea in one breath.

Song Jiawen’s eyes fixed on her, suddenly laughing, “Do you want me to find a mirror for you to see? Sister, your face is as white as a ghost.”

Before Song Xiwen could react, she continued, “You all know I have a good memory, so you should have anticipated that I would remember past events. So why such a big reaction? It’s not hard to guess that I’m not our parents’ biological child. If you think about it, my memories with you only start after the age of three, so what about before I was three?”

According to normal human thinking, a person can’t really remember things from before they were three years old, and even if they can, the memories might be a bit muddled. But you forgot, I’m not a normal person, I never forget anything I see, and I learn everything quickly. By the time I was eight, I had finished all of the elementary school curriculum, but Ms. Xie insisted on not letting me skip a grade. When I went to middle school, I behaved as a regular student in the first year, but in the second year, I really hated the boy who sat behind me, so much that the teacher even wanted me to tutor him. That’s why I went to my uncle to skip a grade.”

“Before high school, I never doubted my origins, even though Ms. Xie and her husband continued to ignore me. Because of you, I firmly believed that I was your biological younger sister. It wasn’t until the second semester of my senior year in high school that I suddenly had memories of some strangers in my mind…”

“Jiajia,” Song Xiwen had just drunk a glass of water but still felt dry-mouthed; with a hoarse voice, she interrupted Song Jiawen, “Before you were three, our family lived in Yunzhou. Back then, our parents were very busy with their business, and when I wasn’t at school, I would take care of you. When I was at school, we had to leave you with the neighbors. There were many families around, and you have stayed with almost every one of them. Later… later, you got sick, had a fever for a week, and when you woke up, you recognized no one but me. For the sake of your health, and because of our parents’ business difficulties, our family simply moved back to our hometown.

The memories of strangers you mentioned just now, I think they must be those neighbors. They were all very enthusiastic, all of them had looked after you, so it’s not strange that you started remembering them.

But Jiajia, I swear to you, you truly are, absolutely are the biological child of our parents, you are my sister, my biological sister!”

Song Xiwen’s words were full of heartfelt sincerity and rich emotion; her eyes even reddened a bit, seeming truly like a big sister desperately trying to recover her lost bond with her younger sister.

Song Jiawen narrowed her eyes. She was unmoved, and her next words carried a hint of mockery, “You just can’t wait to say the strangers in my memory are neighbors as soon as I brought them up. Did all of your previous neighbors live in villas?”

The houses in her dreams were not the kind an ordinary family could afford.

At this point, Song Jiawen was even more certain she was not the Song Family daughter, and that Song Xiwen must know something about her origins and background. But she refused to tell.

Why keep it hidden? Was there some special reason?

What was even stranger was that, besides Xie Jingying, Song Laosan, and Song Xiwen, everyone else seemed completely sure that she was their biological child.

Even her grandparents and uncle had never doubted it.

How could this be?

And upon hearing the words “villa,” Song Xiwen’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe it; Jiajia… she actually started remembering some things.

She was so young back then, just a little bundle, even smaller than the real “Jia Wen.” At that time, because of a head injury, she had lost all her memories. When she told her she was her older sister, she sweetly called her sister; when she said Xie Jingying and Song Laosan were Mom and Dad, she followed and called them mom and dad.

She was both well-behaved and soft, with skin as white as snow, and eyes like dark grapes, so beautiful it was almost unreal.

Fourteen years had gone by, and the once-beautiful little snowball had grown up, but she never expected that one day she would remember her original home.

The newspapers and television were flooded with missing persons notices, even though they didn’t specify her exact name or which family she was from, it wasn’t hard to tell that she came from a distinguished family with an eminent status.

Over the years, Song Xiwen had already moved on from the pain of losing her younger sister. She regretted not having left Jiajia behind, but back then, her sister had died because of her, and she was very afraid someone would ask about her sister. What happened to her? How did it happen?

These sensitive topics were something she was unwilling to touch on, and it just so happened that at that time, right after “Jia Wen” had her accident, this Jiajia appeared like a lifesaver.

Without a second thought, she took her home, called her Jiajia, told Xie Jingying and Song Laosan that her sister had come back, and that she was fine, nothing happened.

She knew that their parents were terrified at the time, and compared to her sister’s departure, they were more concerned about her own mental and physical health.

And so, Jiajia came into their family, living as her sister for fourteen years….