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nShe held onto her hip and hissed. The thought of Song Yaoyao made her furious.

n“Mom…let’s not talk about it for now. I’ll help you back to your room to get some rest first.”

nSong Jingwan concealed her true feelings as she interrupted and stopped her mother from talking.

nBut the more she acted like this, the more Zhou Manli believed Song Yaoyao was her jinx.

nWhen she thought about her run of bad luck since the previous night and how she almost lost half her life, she endured and swallowed the words that were about to leave her mouth. She then went upstairs with Song Jingwan.

nAt the dining table, Song Rui adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes. “Chuan, do you think this has anything to do with Yaoyao?”

nHe wasn’t a superstitious person, but he couldn’t stop his wife from being one. Moreover, his elder daughter did indeed have abnormally good luck. It was hard for his firm heart to not be moved a little.

nEspecially since these last two days had been a bit rough.

n“What?”

nSong Wenchuan put down the walking stick and laughed, “Dad, do you believe that too? Yaoyao has no clue what’s going on and you guys are condemning her. Don’t you think that’s unfair?”

n“I didn’t say anything,” Song Rui furrowed his brows.

n“Either way, I don’t believe that. If you need to find a reason for the bad luck, then I simply think bad luck befalls those that treat Yaoyao bad. Don’t you think so?”

nWhy was everyone else fine? It was only Song Jingwan who fell and hit her head, and Zhou Manli who twisted her hip and got a concussion.

nAs Song Wenchuan thought about this, he began to laugh. He knew it was wrong for him to laugh at his mother like this, but he couldn’t help it.

nIf this was true, then the brat was quite interesting.

nAs he watched Song Wenchuan leave, Song Rui narrowed his eyes and whispered, “Does bad luck really befall those that treat her bad…”

nIf that was the case, then that explained it all.

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nLate at night it was silent.

nA wild wind swept past outside the window, blowing leaves all over the ground.

nRumble—

nBoom—

nSong Yaoyao’s eyes flew open. She was met with an endless darkness.

nShe took a deep breath, licked her lips, found her bedside lamp, and turned it on as she sat up.

nThe room quickly lit up.

nHer heart was racing and her throat was dry like something was choking her.

nLight footsteps echoed from the corridor. Combined with the sounds of the wind outside, the dark night felt extra eerie.

nAll of a sudden, Song Yaoyao tore off her quilt, ran over to the door barefooted, and opened it.

nHuo Yunque was wearing a gray fleece bathrobe over a set of long-sleeved navy blue silk pajamas and he was passing her door with a cup in his hand at that time.

n“Gege…”

nThe girl poked her head out through the gap in the door. Her head was covered in a cold sweat and her face was pale like paper.

nHuo Yunque raised an eyebrow and estimated the time in his mind.

nIt was roughly 2am.

n“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

nSong Yaoyao sniffed. “Gege, it’s thundering outside.”

n“Yes.” Huo Yunque nodded as he looked at her face. “Are you scared?”

n“No!”

nThe girl’s eyes were dark. “I was worried that you’d be scared. Gege, why don’t I sleep with you tonight.”

nAs she asked this, she gripped the hem of her pajamas so hard that her fingers turned pale.

nShe was like a trembling rabbit that was pretending to be composed.

nHuo Yunque’s lips curved slightly. “No.”

nHe then started heading back to his room. But a small hand suddenly grabbed onto the corner of his shirt. With amusement in his eyes, he secretly glanced sideways. “I’m not afraid of thunder and I don’t need anyone to accompany me.”

nRumble—

nAnother loud thunder roared. Song Yaoyao was so frightened that she immediately buried her head into Huo Yunque’s back.

nAs her voice broke, she said, “No, you definitely need someone….”

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