Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“Wenchuan, I want to go home.”

After walking around with Song Yaoyao for so long and being treated like she was invisible, Song Jingwan felt extremely bored.

Why did she have to stay here and watch Song Yaoyao like a fool?

“Huh? Okay, wait.”

Song Wenchuan waved at Song Yaoyao. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Song Yaoyao wasn’t done yet. She ran over reluctantly and asked, “Are we leaving just like this?”

“What else do you expect?” Song Wenchuan pinched her nose. “Should I buy you a tent so you can camp here tonight?”

“If you want a homeless sister, I don’t mind.” Song Yaoyao glanced at him sideways.

Song Wenchuan laughed. “Such a sharp tongue!”

He lifted his arms and placed one on each sister as he headed for the parking lot.

On the way home, there was a lot of traffic so they stopped a lot along the way.

“Do you want to come home with us?” Song Wenchuan turned around and asked as he was reversing.

Song Yaoyao had her head down, playing with her headband. “It’s best if I don’t.”

After all, no one in that family, apart from Song Wenchuan, cared whether she returned or not.

She understood that it wasn’t right for her to stay at the Huos for too long, so she had been trying hard to earn money. In the future, she planned to buy her own property and renovate it to her style. After that, she could still go on dates with Gege. It wouldn’t be too bad.

Song Wenchuan didn’t want to upset her, so he stopped asking.

“I will drive you home first, then.”

“But Yaoyao can’t continue staying at someone else’s home,” Song Jingwan said as she looked out the window. “Judging by Ningxi’s reaction, he seems frustrated by her. Isn’t it annoying for her to stay there? Yaoyao, what do you think?”

The main issue for Song Jingwan was the way that Huo Ningxi treated Song Yaoyao.

Rather than letting Song Yaoyao stay there and letting her face Huo Ningxi every day, it was better for her to return home. After all, who knew if love would eventually develop between them. Sure, she was an eyesore, but it was better than letting her steal Ningxi away.

Why did she never notice how calculative Song Yaoyao was?

The closest person always has the advantage. But seducing Mr. Huo while thinking about Ningxi? Let’s see how you resolve this one!

Song Yaoyao leaned against the window and enjoyed the night view without responding to her.

The car was dimly lit and Song Wenchuan’s expression wasn’t clear.

But his laugh could be heard, and he seemed to be thinking something. “Really? I don’t think that’s necessarily the case.”

Sometimes, it was easy to annoy a hated person: watch them fall apart, treat them like a clown, and ignore them.

Song Jingwan was extremely displeased; even Song Wenchuan wasn’t on her side.

She did not say a word for the rest of the drive.

There were a lot of fallen leaves on the side of the road. Every time the wind blew, the floor would be covered.

Winter had truly arrived.

Song Yaoyao breathed onto the window in front of her. But just as she lifted her hand to draw something, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Her eyes turned red, her heart clenched, and she struggled to breathe.

Thump—

She collapsed on the backseat with her long hair covering her face. Underneath the dim lighting, her skin was visibly pale.

“Yaoyao? What’s wrong?”

Song Wenchuan received a fright while Song Jingwan turned her head and looked at her strangely.

The girl dug her nails into the leather chair, clutching her heart and panting quickly. At that moment, she was reminiscent of a dying animal.

Song Wenchuan immediately stopped the car, rushed to the back, and helped her sit up. “Is it an allergic reaction? Can you hold on? I’ll take you to the hospital right away!”

He touched Song Yaoyao’s forehead; it was covered in a cold sweat.

“Hold on, okay?”

He wrapped her in his coat. Just as he was about to return to the driver’s seat, a small hand grabbed onto him.

The girl’s nails almost pierced through his skin.

“No!”