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n“Wenchuan, I want to go home.”

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

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

n“Huh? Okay, wait.”

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

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

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

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

nSong Wenchuan laughed. “Such a sharp tongue!”

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

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

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

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

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

nShe 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.

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

n“I will drive you home first, then.”

n“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?”

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

nRather 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.

nWhy did she never notice how calculative Song Yaoyao was?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nWinter had truly arrived.

nSong 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.

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

nThump—

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

n“Yaoyao? What’s wrong?”

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

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

nSong 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!”

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

n“Hold on, okay?”

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

nThe girl’s nails almost pierced through his skin.

n“No!”

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