Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

“What are you standing here for? Whose car is that?”

A stern voice suddenly appeared behind her, scaring the young maid so much that her face turned pale. She hurriedly lowered her head and replied in a trembling voice, “Uncle Zhang, that… that car belongs to Young Master Song. He came to visit Miss Song again. I saw that you weren’t around, so I greeted him.”

“Is that so?”

Uncle Zhang narrowed his eyes and stared at her for two seconds.

Then, his tone softened. “Alright, go do your work.”

“Yes, yes, Uncle Zhang.”

She lowered her head and walked quickly, not noticing that Uncle Zhang’s seemingly gentle smile had slowly disappeared, and his gaze was extremely cold.

“Someone come.”

He held the Thermos flask in his hand and ordered indifferently, “Go check on her.”

…

“Brother.”

Song Manor. The moment Song Jingwan heard the car engine, she threw down the things in her hands and ran out.

Her voice was clear and gentle, and her eyes were filled with endless joy and dependence.

“Wenchuan, you’re back! Are you tired from the office? I went shopping with Mom today and bought a shirt for you. You can try it on later to see if it fits!”

Song Wenchuan was physically and mentally exhausted. He pinched the space between his eyebrows.

He wanted to refuse, but when he looked up, he saw Song Jingwan’s expression.

She wanted to touch him, but she was very careful. She looked very pitiful.

In this family, she was no longer the daughter who used to rely on her parents’ love to do whatever she wanted. Now, she had a younger sister who was more favored than her.

After all the whining and crying in the past, she had to grow up overnight.

He opened his mouth, and Song Jingwan quickly sensed his impatience.

Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she still forced a smile and said, “You must be very tired. You should hurry back to your room and get some rest. There’s no rush to try on the clothes now. It won’t be too late to try them on after you’ve rested…”

“I’m not tired.”

Song Wenchuan interrupted her. “Go in, don’t stand outside.”

Upon hearing this, Song Jingwan’s eyes lit up. Her whole body was filled with an air of excitement, and her footsteps were light.

She jogged to Song Wenchuan’s side.

“Wenchuan, are you hungry?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Oh… alright then. Wenchuan, did you encounter anything interesting in the company today?

“Oh right, I bought the shirt with my own pay. I also kept a low profile in the production team and didn’t forget to study. Wenchuan, don’t worry, I’ll definitely get into the university of my dreams after the college entrance exam!”

She appeared to be a lot more lively. For some reason, Song Wenchuan’s first thought was Song Yaoyao.

However, that girl wouldn’t talk so much nonsense like Song Jingwan.

“Okay,” he answered softly.

Zhou Manli was sitting on the sofa unpacking. When she saw Song Wenchuan come in, her face instantly sank.

“I heard from your father that you didn’t go to the company today. Where did you go? Did you go to look for that darn—”

“Mom…”

“Mom!”

Song Wenchuan was slightly startled and turned his head.

Song Jingwan’s eyes were clean and her tone was firm.

“Mom, don’t refer to Yaoyao like that from now on. She is actually a very good person. I wanted your favor in the past, so I did a lot of wrong things. I framed Yaoyao and caused you to hate her more and more. If you really want to blame her, then blame me!”

She clenched her fists as her voice became lower and lower.

Song Wenchuan was confused. What was wrong with Song Jingwan?

It was one thing for her to reconcile with Song Yaoyao, but now she was saying such things in front of Zhou Manli.

Had she really changed?