Translator: Yunyi
Jiang Tao assumed that Song Yaoyao was bound to be kicked out for acting the way that she did!
Never did she imagine that as soon as she finished speaking, a chuckle would echo through the greenhouse.
Huo Yunque threw his pruners aside, and the mist around his eyes suddenly cleared.
âSo spoiled...â
He shook his head and strode past Jiang Tao.
Not once did he take a look at her.
âThis...â
Jiang Taoâs legs became weak and she quickly supported herself against a shelf. âHow is this possible?â she mumbled.
Not only was the Master not angry, he even had a doting expression on his face.
Where did things go wrong?
...
Meanwhile, Huo Ningxi couldnât be bothered taking a single glance at Song Yaoyao. He turned his body, pulled out his phone, and started messaging.
nx: Did Song Yaoyao run away from home?
Wanwan: Huh? No... Howâs that possible? Yaoyao is eating at home right now [cute].
nx: Then, am I sitting opposite a ghost?
Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes, took a photo, and sent it over.
Clinkâ
Song Jingwanâs hand trembled and she dropped her spoon on the table, splattering her congee everywhere.
âJingwan, whatâs wrong?â Song Rui furrowed his brows. He was in a bad mood because he had heard no news about Song Yaoyao all night.
âI...â Song Jingwan took a deep breath as her hands trembled. âItâs nothing...â
Before she finished speaking, her phone was torn from her hands.
Song Wenchuan knitted his brows as he looked at the conversation that was taking place. He couldnât help but look at Song Jingwan with disappointment. âWhatâs this? Are you deliberately hiding news about Song Yaoyao?â
âI...â Song Jingwan anxiously tried to grab back her phone as her eyes turned red. âBrother, how can you invade my privacy! Thatâs such a hateful thing to do!â
âWhat news? Does Jingwan know where Yaoyao is?â
Song Rui narrowed his eyes as he scanned his eyes across Song Jingwan.
âDad...I...I didnât know how to bring it up.â Song Jingwan almost ground her teeth into powder. In a quiet voice, she continued, âIt appears as though Yaoyao is with Ningxi. Iââ
âThatâs great!â
Song Rui breathed a sigh of relief in joy.
âWhere is she right now? Chuan, go get her.â
Song Jingwanâs expression froze. She lowered her head as her anger soared.
âOkay.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âBrother...â Song Jingwan quickly called Song Wenchuan back with a crazy look in her eyes. âEven if you go get her, I bet she wonât come back with you.
âShe likes Ningxi so much! This opportunity didnât come by easily. Sheâs not going to give up! Itâs just a shame that she used Mr. Huo to get close to him. If Mr. Huo finds out that sheâs with Ningxi...ââshe laughedââI wonder what will happen.â
âWhat did you say...?â Song Rui suddenly sat up and his eyes opened wide.
...
âSong Yaoyao, when are you leaving?â
âIs that any of your business?â Song Yaoyao swung her legs. âIf you donât like seeing me, then you should talk to Gege about it~â
âHow shameless! My Small Uncle is so much older than you, yet youââ
âGege!â
Song Yaoyao turned her head and just so happened to see the person that she wanted to see. Her voice immediately became sweet and soft.
Huo Ningxi ground his teeth. What a difference!
âSit properly.â
Huo Yunque held down her leaning chair and sat down beside her. âEat.â
âOkay~â Song Yaoyao said obediently.
Suddenly...she spotted something red and asked excitedly, âGege, is that flower for me?â
Huo Yunque knocked on the table casually. âNo.â
But when he first saw this flower, a vibrant and beautiful face did indeed come to mind.
âOh...â
Song Yaoyao pouted her lips and slowly crept her hand across the table. Then, like a thief, she quickly stole the flower from the man.
âWell, itâs mine now~â