Translator: Yunyi
Song Yaoyao did not like to fuss over many things, but that did not mean that she could really shake hands with Song Jingwan and make peace.
Especially since Song Jingwan even acted like a tolerant big sister.
âYaoaoy... if you have something to say, letâs sit down and talk, okay?â
Song Wenchuan chased after her. He pulled Song Yaoyaoâs arm and gently coaxed her, âIf you donât want to see Jingwan, Iâll tell her to go, okay? Itâs my fault for what happened today. Iâm sorry, donât be angry.â
âIâm not angry.â
She suddenly felt amused.
Sometimes, she hated her rationality. She should have been more unreasonable.
Or she should have acted like Song Jingwan who was so selfish that she couldnât see anyone but herself.
But she wasnât Song Jingwan.
âYou go back and eat. Iâm leaving.â
She was so strong that Song Wenchuan couldnât hold her back. He watched helplessly as she brushed off his hand and turned around to leave.
For some reason, he began to panic.
It was as if she wasnât just leaving this restaurant, but was leaving his life completely.
âYaoyao, donât do this!â
Song Jingwan quickly chased after her. She held back her tears and grabbed the bag in her hand. âIf you donât want to see me, Iâll just leave. This has nothing to do with Brother. I insisted on coming here. You guys eat, Iâll leave.â
After saying that, she said something to Song Wenchuan and quickly walked away with her head lowered.
âJingwan...â
Song Wenchuan felt a splitting headache. He rubbed his forehead. âYaoyao, do you have to do this?â
Both girls were his younger sisters. Humans werenât plants. How could he be so heartless?
âMaybe.â
The young girlâs curly eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her eyes were misty, and her light red lips parted slightly. The words she said were exceptionally cold and indifferent.
âI wonât forgive her, never.â
Why did she have to pretend to be a close sister? Did she look like a good person?
Song Jingwan owed her a life, and she would get it back sooner or later.
âOkay, okay, okay, if you donât want to forgive her, then donât.â Song Wenchuan knew that he had no position to interfere in Song Yaoyaoâs matters, so he lowered his head and said, âLetâs go back for dinner, okay? This time, itâs my fault.â
He was extremely regretful. He shouldnât have agreed to Song Jingwanâs request so easily.
When Song Yaoyao entered the private room and saw Song Jingwanâs smirk, Song Wenchuan realized that something was wrong.
But it was too late.
The young girl was delicate and beautiful. It was unknown when the baby fat on her face had faded. When she didnât smile, she gave off a strong sense of coldness.
âNo.â
Song Yaoyao forced a smile and the corners of her lips curled up.
How could she have felt that he resembled her brother?
He did treat her well, but that was all. If it was her brother, he would not tolerate anyone else in his heart.
The current situation would not even have the possibility of happening.
Because her brother would have already dealt with all the things that she hated before this.
In fact, he would never let this annoying thing appear in front of her eyes.
âYaoyao...â
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes and took a step back to avoid Song Wenchuanâs hand.
She smiled very gently. âI donât owe anyone anything.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Wenchuan treated her well, so she snatched back Song Wenchuanâs life.
But from now on, she was a stranger again.
She really hated sharing with others.
On this point, she might have something in common with Song Jingwan.
Song Wenchuan was completely flustered. He stared blankly at his empty palm, as if he had lost something.
âYaoyao, listen to me. Yaoyao...â
âIâm sorry, Mr. Song.â
Huo Si was like a wall of meat, blocking in front of Song Wenchuan.