Chapter 778 - I’m Sorry, But I Don’t Want Kids (1)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
An Xiaxia was genuinely shocked by her impudence.
Had Song Qingwan forgotten that just an hour ago, she had been trying to kill An Xiaxia with a glass shard?
So, Song Qingwanâs life should be cherished, but not An Xiaxiaâs?
âSong Qingwan, youâre so... ridiculous.â An Xiaxia was utterly speechless. Sheng Yize put it more plainly and threatened her with a raised eyebrow. âIf youâre in so much pain, how about I make it stop forever?â
Song Qingwan shuddered. She then recalled that unknown shooter and broke into a cold sweat.
If that person had aimed at her head...
She screamed, âMummy, I donât want to die! Help me!â
Chu Zhiyun cursed inwardly and with a grim face, she asked the doctor to take Song Qingwan away. She then straightened her clothes and walked toward the door with her most elegant gait.
Sheng Yize said suddenly, âMs. Chu, is Song Qingwan really Mr. Songâs daughter?â
Chu Zhiyun halted, her heart racing.
Gosh... what did he mean? Had he discovered that secret...
âOf course she is. We did a paternity test for Qingwan and Mr. Song before!â Chu Zhiyun smiled gracefully, revealing nothing on her face.
âDid you run a test with her, then?â Sheng Yize gave her a knowing smile.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about!â Chu Zhiyun pretended to be offended and quickly walked out.
Her heel caught on some debris on the stairs outside and she sprained her ankle.
Her forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
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In the villa.
âAh! My paintings!â An Xiaxia cried out, then trotted out to get her paintings.
Sheng Yize followed her out. Seeing An Xiaxia carefully wipe the paintings clean, he said softly, âCheer up. The paintings can be mended. Iâll get someone to patch them up for you.â
âHm...â An Xiaxia said in a dispirited voice. âMake my mum pretty again.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThen I guess theyâll have to paint you instead.â Sheng Yize flirted in a serious tone.
An Xiaxia sniffled. âI think sheâs so much prettier than I am.â
Sheng Yize didnât say anything else. He rubbed her head and comforted her in silence.
âMy grandparents are both gone... I donât have any relatives left on my motherâs side.â An Xiaxia sighed. âBefore he died, Mr. Song made arrangements for my motherâs ashes to be moved here so that they could be buried together. Honestly, I donât understand this man. Did he love my mother or not?â
They shared a bed in life and a grave in death. He probably had loved her.
An Xiaxia felt quite sentimental for a moment. She then proposed, âLetâs be buried together after weâre dead!â
Sheng Yize narrowed his eyes, his gaze intense. âOh? Is that your confession of love?â
âOf course not. I just think itâs more economical that way!â Graves were so expensive nowadays!
Sheng Yize was speechless.
Her phone then began to ring and An Xiaxia picked up. it was from Chi Yuanfeng.
âFengfeng, whatâs wrong?â
Chi Yuanfeng sounded troubled. âShanshan has appendicitis and sheâs getting an operation right now, but Iâm stuck at an event with a group of fans... sob , Xiaxia, go check up on her for me, please!â
An Xiaxia had Sheng Yize drive her to the hospital right away.
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Meanwhile.
The bullet in Song Qingwanâs calf was removed. After disappearing for hours, Chu Zhiyun finally showed up.
âMummy, where were you? I needed you!â Song Qingwan complained.
Chu Zhiyun caressed her cheek tenderly. âQingwan, An Xiaxia took whatâs yours and did this to you. Are you just going to let it pass?â