Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi 

Her face was slightly red as she reached out her hand to ask Song Yaoyao to come over. "Yaoyao, I'm a little nervous. What should I do..."

"Other than being nervous? Is there anything else?" Song Yaoyao's eyes curved as she handed a gift box to Tang Xinrou. "Relax. When we get out, you just need to look at An Feiran. He'll protect you."

Tang Xinrou's eyes darted around as she took the gift box and said, "What are you talking about? It's more like I'm protecting him."

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.

"Tang Xinrou, happy engagement."

Song Weiwei took a deep breath and handed over the gift box, sincerely wishing her well.

"Thank you."

Tang Xinrou looked at her familiar face and paused. "You—"

She admitted that she was just venting her anger. Song Weiwei hadn't 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.

"You want to ask about my sister?"

She referred to Song Jingwan as her sister quite naturally.

Tang Xinrou looked away uncomfortably. "I don't really want to know."

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 Yaoyao's studio to deliberately go against Song Jingwan.

There was no way that Song Jingwan's 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 didn't object, she smiled and said, "She's still in Country H. She shouldn't be able to return for the time being."

"Oh? Why?"

Tang Xinrou was really curious this time. She blinked her eyes. "Could it be that she really overdid her plastic surgery and returned to the factory?"

"Do you still remember that time at the pharmacy when you asked for beauty cream and I didn't give it to you?"

"Huh?!"

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.

"That time, you were—"

"Tang Tang, it's time to go out."

At this moment, An Feiran pushed open the door and entered.

Tang Xinrou could only swallow back her words. But looking at Song Yaoyao's incomparably bright eyes, she was pulled back by An Feiran as she turned her head. "Wait for me! I'll look for you after I'm engaged!"

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?

"What's the situation on her side?"

Song Yaoyao stroked her skirt and walked out of the door with the hem of her skirt in her hands.

Song Weiwei followed behind her and laughed lightly when she heard this. "She's going crazy. My phone is about to explode from her calls these past few days."

"Oh?" Song Yaoyao raised her eyebrows.

"She can't get in touch with the descendant of the famous traditional Chinese medicine family in Country M." Song Weiwei curled her lips with a hint of mockery in her eyes. No matter how miserable Song Jingwan was, she couldn't feel a shred of sympathy for her.

"That's such a pity..."

Light flashed in the girl's eyes. Her delicate little face was soft and alluring, like a blossoming begonia, pure yet seductive.

She licked her lips. "If she comes to you again, give her the contact information of that mysterious person."