Translator: Yunyi
âWhat kind of godly love is this?! The wife of a domineering CEO? F*ck, she is living the plot of a novel!â
âI relistened to the male voice from YY last night multiple times. My ears are about to fall pregnant. May I ask if Mr. Huo will take responsibility?â
âSheâs too spoiled! F*ck!â
âMy mother asked me why Iâm kneeling when I read Weibo. I told her itâs because Iâm kneeling to the Big Boss!â
âThe world of the plutocrats is too far away from us. Although I donât know what Mr. Huo looks like and how old he is, I would like to ask if Mr. Huo would mind having an extra wife? The kind that can fend for herself after going to university!â
âPeople in the comments section, donât go too far. They already live together, and they will get married in the future! Even if youâre joking, there should be a limit. Wonât the girl be jealous when she logs online and sees your posts?â
âWaaa! I wish the goddess and the handsome guys a long and lasting relationship!â
âIâm waiting for a front-on photo of the big boss /dogâ
I would like to ask Goddess Xia whether Mr. Huo is handsome. Is he as handsome as your husband?â
Mu Jing replied: âSlightly worse than me /laughâ
Xia Rao replied: âDo you dare to say it in front of Brother Two?â
âAnother display of affection? Didnât we agree that rich families donât have true love? All the TV dramas and novels I watch are lies?â
...
âTsk, tsk, tsk...â
Tang Xinrou ruffled Song Yaoyaoâs long hair and teased, âBaby, if you keep smiling, your mouth will almost reach the back of your ears! Are you that happy? Huh?â
Song Yaoyaoâs little face stiffened for a second, and she pretended to be calm as she turned off her phone.
âIâm not smiling!â
âYou are, youâre smiling really big!â Tang Xinrou smirked as she leaned over. âLet me hear, is your heart thumping wildly?â
Song Yaoyaoâs face flushed red as she hurriedly dodged.
She said domineeringly, âWhen I go back, Iâll get Gege to cancel my account.â
âAh? Why?â Tang Xinrou didnât understand. âArenât things pretty good?â
She wanted everyone to know who Yaoyao belonged to so that no one would go around slandering her and bullying her again.
Didnât they see how all the haters became obedient after Mr. Huo appeared today?
Song Yaoyaoâs dark pupils moved slightly. âA lot of people are calling Gege their husband.â
Tang Xinrou: â...â
She shouldnât have asked!
Because now, she was force-fed another display of affection.
...
At this moment, in Class 3-1.
Huo Ningxi already learned long ago that Song Yaoyao wasnât the daughter of the Song family and that Song Jingwan had a sister who looked exactly the same.
But, Huo Ningxi didnât expect them to look so similar. Even their temperaments were very similar.
Moreover, she had become his deskmate.
Unfortunately, Huo Ningxi didnât have any thoughts towards girls with such temperaments. He was used to the women in his workplace who were swift and decisive.
No wonder his uncle had commented on his immaturity with a smile in the past. Now that he thought about the past, Huo Ningxi felt that it was laughable.
âHello, my name is Song Weiwei.â
Her fair and tender hand was right in front of him. Huo Ningxiâs gaze swept across her. âHuo Ningxi.â
He had no intention of shaking hands.
Song Weiwei shrugged and quietly withdrew her hand.
She said softly, âI transferred to Class 3-1 this semester. Because there are no vacant seats, the teacher arranged for me to sit here. If you donât want to sit at the same desk as me, I can ask the teacher to change my seat.â
Huo Ningxi raised his eyebrows and looked into Song Weiweiâs dark, bright eyes.
âNo need.â
His textbook was still new; the class committee had just delivered it to him, and it was emitting the smell of ink.
Since he didnât come to school often, it didnât matter who sat here.