Song Jiaren slowly fell asleep.

In the morning, Song Jiaren went to school after breakfast.

The moment Song Jiaren arrived at the classroom, Mo Jia waved at her happily. Song Jiaren sat beside Mo Jia.

Mo Jia smiled and said, “No one will trouble you in the future. But when I think of Liu Meifeng’s death, I feel a little strange.”

Song Jiaren sneered. She was the one who almost died. She didn’t think it was a bad thing that Liu Meifeng was dead.

She looked at Mo Jia and said coldly, “Mo Jia, where did you get the plum juice you gave me the night Liu Meifeng died?”

Mo Jia was frightened by her and stuttered, “Liu Meifeng… gave it to you. She said… you didn’t eat anything… and asked me to give it to you to whet your appetite.”

Song Jiaren looked directly at her with a cold glint in her eyes. “She goes against me every day,” she asked. “Yet you let me drink what she gave me?”

She was very angry. If she didn’t have the last bit of strength left and used the silver needle to prick the back of Liu Meifeng’s neck, she would be the one dead!

Mo Jia didn’t say anything. She hadn’t thought about so many things, but Song Jiaren’s expression told her that there were some things she didn’t know.

She frowned and asked, “Jiaren, everyone was having fun that day. I didn’t think too much about it. Did something happen?”

Song Jiaren looked at Mo Jia’s sincere gaze and sighed. “It’s okay.”

At this moment, Qi Wenwen walked into the classroom and sat behind Song Jiaren.

After a while, Song Jiaren received a note from Qi Wenwen. ‘Do you still want money? I’ll give it to you at the cafe at eight o’clock tonight. If you don’t come, don’t want it in the future.’

Song Jiaren was puzzled. Why was Qi Wenwen so anxious to send her money? She threw the note away and nodded at Qi Wenwen.

After class, Song Jiaren laid on the table to sleep. The class suddenly became lively.

Song Jiaren felt someone pat her shoulder. She looked up impatiently and saw a man without much vitality. She stood up and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Miss Song, I’m here to seek your treatment. I still have to thank you for not harming me along with my second uncle,” Liu Changfeng said into her ear.

Song Jiaren took a step back. She hated the Liu family. She didn’t kill him because she didn’t want to be used as a scapegoat by Liu Baiwan.

She looked at Liu Changfeng and said loudly, “I never let myself suffer a loss. If you want me to save you, give me half of the Liu family’s assets.”

Liu Changfeng didn’t hesitate at all. He smiled and said, “Of course.”

Song Jiaren was surprised. “I have to get the transfer agreement before I treat you,” she said.

The smile on Liu Changfeng’s face froze. He said coldly, “The Liu family isn’t mine yet. I can’t transfer it to you right now.”

Song Jiaren sneered. She knew that Liu Changfeng wouldn’t do that.

Song Jiaren said firmly, “If you can’t afford the compensation, I can’t treat you. Leave quickly. Class is starting soon.”

Liu Changfeng snorted and left angrily.

Song Jiaren looked out of the window. The butler, Liu Shu, was saying something to Liu Changfeng. Liu Changfeng slapped Liu Shu’s face and spat out a mouthful of blood before fainting on the ground.

Song Jiaren frowned and stopped looking at them.

The bell rang and the teacher just walked into the classroom. The tall Liu Shu also ran into the classroom.

Liu Shu walked straight to Song Jiaren and bent down to a ninety-degree angle. He said anxiously, “Miss Song, please, save Young Master.”