After leaving the troupe building, Wei Zhi and Wei Heng stood at the entrance, exchanging looks.
Wei Zhi frowned, thinking for a moment. “Do you think it’s true? That Tongtong stopped liking Jiang Zhixing and is just trying to provoke him?”
Wei Heng didn’t care about that at all.
“Whatever the reason, the fact is—Jiang Zhixing embarrassed Tongtong in front of everyone. That’s undeniable. That idiot actually had the nerve to tell her to stop pestering him? Has he lost his mind? What’s he so arrogant about just because he’s a regiment commander?”
“But Jiang Sheng…”
Wei Heng cut him off before he could finish the thought. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, barely even listening anymore.
“Fine then—if Jiang Zhixing wants to play it this way, does he think our family is a joke? Come on, let’s go tell Big Brother and Second Brother right now!”
With that, Wei Zhi also pushed aside his concerns about Jiang Sheng. The two brothers arrived aggressively—and left just as aggressively.
Before they even reached the office building, their eldest uncle, second uncle, and eldest cousin Wei Qi were already waiting.
“It’s nothing serious—it’s Jiang Zhixing’s fault,” Wei Heng said bluntly.
The eldest uncle had just met with Jiang Zhixing. “Why is it about him again? Wasn’t it supposed to be about Jiang Sheng?”
The second uncle was still somewhat displeased about his son coming to request special treatment for his niece.
“So, the dorm transfer went through?”
Earlier, Wei Heng had come to him saying Song Chutong was being bullied by her roommates and wanted to move into a single room. At first, he didn’t want to agree.
The girl was already a bit spoiled. Sending her to the army was supposed to help her learn to get along with others and improve herself—so how did this turn into special treatment?
Besides, people are social creatures. How could she not live with others?
But in the end, hearing how wronged she had been, he relented—though only temporarily. He still planned to have her move back later.
“More or less,” Wei Heng said, clearing his throat.
The twins had always been in sync, and Wei Zhi immediately understood what he meant. After all, if they had said she drove everyone out, who would’ve approved that?
“Tongtong only said those things to get back at Jiang Zhixing. She has nothing to do with Jiang Sheng. Dad, Uncle, Big Brother—you don’t need to worry too much. Just keep an eye on her mental well-being going forward.”
The eldest uncle let out a sigh of relief, then looked at Wei Zhi with mild surprise.
“What ‘mental well-being’? You brothers shouldn’t spoil her too much. She eats well and lives comfortably—how could she have any psychological issues? Back in our day, we didn’t have conditions like this.”
The second uncle added, “Exactly. There’s no mental issue—she’s just too pampered!”
“Alright, Dad—you were worried too, weren’t you? That’s why you’re waiting here,” Wei Qi said, signaling to his younger cousins. “Don’t spread this back home. If Uncle hears about it, he’ll make a huge fuss.”
Wei Zhi and Wei Heng didn’t feel like arguing anyway. On the way back, Wei Heng couldn’t help but ask:
“By the way, where’s Second Brother? Wasn’t he just here?”
“Who knows,” Wei Qi replied, his gaze flickering slightly.
Song Chutong, having already eaten earlier, finished tidying up and ended up taking a nap right on time.
When Song Chutong woke up from her nap, her body felt soft and relaxed. She changed into her training clothes and stepped out of the dorm.
Outside, the girls had been whispering among themselves, but the moment they saw her, they all fell silent.
“Good,” Song Chutong said with a faint smile as she looked around. “From now on, if you’re going to talk behind my back, make sure it doesn’t reach my ears. Try to stay out of my way, alright?”
“And if we don’t?” someone snapped. “What are you going to do—deal with us like you did Xu Lili? Song Chutong, you think we’re scared of you? Dream on! With your attitude, no wonder Jiang Zhixing dumped you in front of everyone!”
Song Chutong recognized the speaker—it was Bai Jieyi, Song Weiran’s outspoken, impulsive friend. She was the type who spoke without thinking.
In other words—the one who said what everyone else was secretly thinking.
But this time, Song Chutong wasn’t going to be like she had been in her dreams—seething with anger yet unable to respond.
She looked at Bai Jieyi and carefully searched her memory for anything she knew about her.
It wasn’t easy—after all, Song Chutong had never really paid attention to people like them before.
But eventually, she found something.
She lightly clapped her hands. “That was very well said, Bai Jieyi.”
Her smile was sincere, almost innocent.
“Of course, I wouldn’t treat you the same way I treated them. After all… you’re not like them—you actually worked hard enough to get selected as a backup dancer.”
She stopped there, but the implication was obvious—it struck a nerve instantly.
Bai Jieyi’s expression changed. “What do you mean by that? What are you trying to say?”
She turned to Song Weiran, looking confused.
Song Weiran opened her mouth, but for once, she didn’t know what to say. She had planned to bring up Jiang Zhixing like before—but Bai Jieyi had already done that, and Song Chutong hadn’t reacted at all.
What’s going on with her? Is she really acting this well?
Still unwilling to believe it, Song Weiran tested the waters:
“Tongtong, I know you’re still upset about your conflict with Commander Jiang. How about this—don’t be sad. I’ll help you put in a good word with him, okay?”
She pursed her lips slightly and added in a placating tone:
“As for the song-and-dance performance, let’s just forget about it. You’re my sister—I won’t hold it against you. And if you want to see a good performance, I’ll do my best for you.”
Song Chutong stared at her face. Seeing that, Song Weiran quickly put on a gentle smile.
To be honest, Song Weiran wasn’t exceptionally beautiful—especially compared to Song Chutong, she seemed rather plain. But when she smiled, she looked charming—her eyes curved softly, dimples appearing faintly, her white teeth and light pink lips giving her a pleasant, approachable look.
Her voice was gentle too, and her words were always tailored to please others. She was socially graceful, never offending anyone.
That’s a kind of skill, Song Chutong thought.
There was no denying it—she had once been fooled by that very smile. If not for this newfound clarity, she might still be under her spell.
Was this Song Weiran’s charm?
She really was impressive.
But Song Chutong wasn’t buying it anymore.
Ever since she “woke up,” she had developed an instinct—to assume the worst in Song Weiran first. Strangely, that made it easier to pick apart the flaws in her words.
“How strange,” Song Chutong said calmly. “Why would you need to speak to Jiang Zhixing on my behalf? Are you that close with him? Do you meet him often in private?”