Chapter 691 - You’re Everything I Like (1)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âIâm back,â An Xiaxia said lightheartedly and entered the living room, as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Song was surprised. Didnât Chu Zhiyun say that An Xiaxia had run away from home?
âXiaxia, you...â Mr. Song was bemused.
A surprised look flickered in Chu Zhiyunâs eyes, but she came back to herself in no time and said softly, âXiaxia, youâre back. Have you eaten?â
An Xiaxia smiled coldly, acting as if no one had spoken.
Mr. Song frowned. âDid you say bad things about Auntie Chu?â
âI didnât.â An Xiaxia looked very innocent as she turned to Chu Zhiyun. âDid I?â
Defeated, Chu Zhiyun forced a smile. âHeh...â
One of the servants couldnât hold her tongue. âMiss called Madam a mistress this morning!â
An Xiaxia blinked her big eyes and turned to Mr. Song. âIt would have been an insult if I used those words on a different person, but I was talking about Old Hag here. Wasnât I telling the truth? If so, why was that an insult?â
Mr. Songâs face went livid. âYouâre being difficult!â
Chu Zhiyun supported Mr. Song on her arm as tears welled up in her eyes. âBrother Huan... I think Iâll leave. Qingwan isnât feeling well and sheâs been hospitalized again. Iâll go check on her...â
âSee you and donât come back.â An Xiaxia shrugged.
She had learnt by now that being merciful to her enemy was to put herself in danger!
Chu Zhiyun left gracefully, still wiping her tears. Mr. Song sounded hurt. âXiaxia, you said you wanted a mother and thatâs why I asked Auntie Chu to take care of you. Why canât you appreciate my concern for you?â
An Xiaxiaâs mouth dropped open. âOh god. You asked your mistress to act like my mother? How stupid do you think I am?â
What was going on in Mr. Songâs head?!
Infuriated, Mr. Song flipped his sleeves and went back to his room, supported by his walking stick.
That servant was going to leave when An Xiaxia stopped her. âWait!â
The servant turned around and said gingerly, âMiss...â
âSo, you know my position in this house, then.â An Xiaxia smiled sweetly. âThen you should also know that my own mother died a long time ago. Why did you call another woman âMadamâ?â
The servant shuddered. âBut sheâs...â
âSheâs nothing!â An Xiaxia cut her off. âShe never married Mr. Song and sheâs nothing to him legally. If Mr. Song dies, she wonât get a dime!â
âMiss, itâs all my fault...â The servant tried to find an excuse for herself. An Xiaxia sneered. âOf course it is. I have all the time in the world to deal with you people!â
She then went upstairs. Outside, Chu Zhiyun had been lingering by the door and she heard every single word.
She clenched her fists tightly, unaware that her nails had dug into her palms.
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The following day, the Song family manor.
A pot of tea, a piece of cheesecake, and a laptop were all that An Xiaxia needed.
Having nothing better to do, she had started a new novel featuring the Mary-Sue type of bottom that everyone liked and a top that no one wanted. The contrast made them quite a popular couple.
She posted the new chapter after she finished todayâs work when a voice rang out from behind. âI see Miss Song is a writer. How talented.â
Pfft â
Startled, An Xiaxia spat out her tea.
Turning around, she saw a stranger. It was a tall man with a face that could be considered handsome, but there was something very roguish and vile about him.
âWhere are my manners? Iâm Si Yu.â The man smiled. âHowâs your tea?â
What?
An Xiaxia suddenly felt that her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. Everything then went dark and she fell off her chair.