Translator: Yunyi
Her face was slightly red as she reached out her hand to ask Song Yaoyao to come over. âYaoyao, Iâm a little nervous. What should I do...â
âOther than being nervous? Is there anything else?â Song Yaoyaoâs eyes curved as she handed a gift box to Tang Xinrou. âRelax. When we get out, you just need to look at An Feiran. Heâll protect you.â
Tang Xinrouâs eyes darted around as she took the gift box and said, âWhat are you talking about? Itâs more like Iâm protecting him.â
Thinking back to the past, An Feiran was still a weak and gentle high school boy. In the blink of an eye, not long had passed, but he seemed to have become a mature man who could take charge of his own affairs.
The change was so fast that she could barely react.
âTang Xinrou, happy engagement.â
Song Weiwei took a deep breath and handed over the gift box, sincerely wishing her well.
âThank you.â
Tang Xinrou looked at her familiar face and paused. âYouââ
She admitted that she was just venting her anger. Song Weiwei hadnât done anything wrong, and she had even helped Song Yaoyao by embarrassing Song Jingwan, but when she saw this face, Tang Xinrou still felt weird.
âYou want to ask about my sister?â
She referred to Song Jingwan as her sister quite naturally.
Tang Xinrou looked away uncomfortably. âI donât really want to know.â
After all, she already knew that Song Weiwei had been scolded badly during this time, and everyone said that she had deliberately appeared at such a time to use Song Jingwan as a stepping stone. She had even signed a contract with Song Yaoyaoâs studio to deliberately go against Song Jingwan.
There was no way that Song Jingwanâs fans could be happy.
But so what if those fans were unhappy? Song Weiwei still had a lot of resources.
Even the endorsement that Song Jingwan missed was given to Song Weiwei in the end.
Yet, there was more that she wanted to know.
Song Weiwei looked at Song Yaoyao and knew that nothing could escape her control. Seeing that Song Yaoyao didnât object, she smiled and said, âSheâs still in Country H. She shouldnât be able to return for the time being.â
âOh? Why?â
Tang Xinrou was really curious this time. She blinked her eyes. âCould it be that she really overdid her plastic surgery and returned to the factory?â
âDo you still remember that time at the pharmacy when you asked for beauty cream and I didnât give it to you?â
âHuh?!â
Tang Xinrou instantly remembered. Her eyes widened as she looked at Song Yaoyao, wanting to say something but stopping.
Her heart was filled with admiration for her.
âThat time, you wereââ
âTang Tang, itâs time to go out.â
At this moment, An Feiran pushed open the door and entered.
Tang Xinrou could only swallow back her words. But looking at Song Yaoyaoâs incomparably bright eyes, she was pulled back by An Feiran as she turned her head. âWait for me! Iâll look for you after Iâm engaged!â
No wonder Song Yaoyao was so certain. It turned out that she had already made preparations.
However, how did she get Song Jingwan to use the beauty cream she made?
âWhatâs the situation on her side?â
Song Yaoyao stroked her skirt and walked out of the door with the hem of her skirt in her hands.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Weiwei followed behind her and laughed lightly when she heard this. âSheâs going crazy. My phone is about to explode from her calls these past few days.â
âOh?â Song Yaoyao raised her eyebrows.
âShe canât get in touch with the descendant of the famous traditional Chinese medicine family in Country M.â Song Weiwei curled her lips with a hint of mockery in her eyes. No matter how miserable Song Jingwan was, she couldnât feel a shred of sympathy for her.
âThatâs such a pity...â
Light flashed in the girlâs eyes. Her delicate little face was soft and alluring, like a blossoming begonia, pure yet seductive.
She licked her lips. âIf she comes to you again, give her the contact information of that mysterious person.â