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nTranslator: Yunyi

nBeing exposed ruthlessly by his wife, Song Rui felt a little embarrassed.

nLowering his voice, he said, “Just remember to minimize such words in the future! If Master Huo hears these words, will you be able to handle the consequences?”

nZhou Manli’s face turned pale as she thought of this frightening outcome. She bit her lip and resisted saying anything else.

n“Jingwan.”

n“Huh? What? Dad, did you call me?”

nSong Jingwan, who was in a daze, lifted her head. Her face was pale as she smiled.

n“You’re normally quite close to Yaoyao. Do you know when she got to know Master Huo?”

nFaced with Song Rui’s interrogative gaze, Song Jingwan dug her nails into her palms. Looking as blank as usual, she shook her head. “I just remember that she was clinging to Master Huo at the mountain resort. I don’t know anything else. Also…” —she smiled bitterly— “Dad, Yaoyao has a lot of misunderstandings toward me so we’ve clearly drifted apart..”

nWith just a few words, she distanced herself from Song Yaoyao.

nOf course, Song Rui believed his consistently outstanding daughter

nHe nodded his head and furrowed his brows. “Okay. Keep an eye on her from now on. If she meets with Master Huo again—”

n“Dad…”

nSong Jingwan bit her lip and said quietly, “I think Mom has a point. How could Master Huo be interested in a girl that’s so much younger than him? Besides…Ningxi already knows about this and he had a huge argument with Yaoyao over it. If word gets out…”

nSong Yaoyao was meant to marry the nephew. If she ended up with the uncle, then it would be a complete joke.

nSong Rui consciously considered this point as well. He furrowed his brows and said, “Let me think this over.”

nAfter saying this, he turned around and returned to his study room.

nAt this time, Auntie Liu entered with a delicately packaged paper bag. She looked at the three people in the dining room and asked curiously, “Who ordered takeaway?”

nZhou Manli’s gaze fell upon Song Wenchuan with a whoosh. “Great! You appear to be complying on the surface, but you’re actually opposing me on the inside! I’ve raised you for nothing!”

nSong Wenchuan glanced indifferently at the paper bag in Auntie Liu’s hands. He then headed straight upstairs.

n“Leave it there. Mom and Jingwan, if you want to eat it, you can give it a try.”

nHis indifferent gaze made Zhou Manli furious.

nMeanwhile, Auntie Liu held onto the paper bag helplessly. “Madam, this—”

n“What about that?!” Zhou Manli asked as she wrapped herself in her shawl. “I’m full from anger. How could I be in the mood to eat? Throw it out! I feel frustrated looking at it!”

nWhy was it so hard to deal with Song Yaoyao?

nThis brat was indeed born to jinx her. Not only did she have an unlucky appearance, she didn’t do anything she liked!

nAfter she returned to her bedroom, Song Jingwan was the only person left in the living room.

nAuntie Liu felt that throwing out the food would be a waste, so she asked, “Big Miss, do you want to eat some?”

n“Pfff—”

nAs soon as she spoke, the girl broke into laughter.

nAuntie Liu lifted her eyes in confusion and met Song Jingwan’s amused gaze. Her lips curved upwards and she said in ridicule, “Auntie Liu, didn’t you hear what Mom said? Eating this kind of garbage will make me fat…”

nAfter saying this, she left casually.

nWhy should she eat something that Song Yaoyao wasn’t eating? She wasn’t a garbage picker!

nThe wind from the front door was cold. Inside the empty living room, Auntie Liu shivered.

nWhy did the Big Miss seem different?

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