The Chubby Rich Daughter’s Counterattack

Song Jiaren didn’t return to the classroom and walked out of the school. Just as she walked out of the school, she saw Wen Qing get out of a black car. Wen Qing quickly walked to her side and said respectfully, “Miss Song, Master Cheng invites you over.”

Song Jiaren looked impatient. She ignored the man and was about to leave when the certificate subconsciously grabbed her arm.

“Let go!” At the same time, two voices sounded with anger. Wen Qing quickly let go. He didn’t dare to offend either Song Jiaren or Yan Cheng.

Song Jiaren looked in the direction of the black car. Yan Cheng had already gotten out of the car and was walking slowly towards her. His face was pale and his body was even thinner than before.

Song Jiaren couldn’t help but frown. She wanted to speak, but when she thought of what had happened, she restrained herself.

Song Jiaren didn’t want to talk to him. She turned around and was about to return to school. Yan Cheng chased after her and held her arm.

Yan Cheng’s fingers were very cold. It was lower than the normal temperature of an ordinary person. Song Jiaren felt that her arm was frozen from Yan Cheng’s fingers.

She turned around and looked at Yan Cheng coldly. In a low voice, she said, “Let go!”

A hint of anguish flashed across Yan Cheng’s eyes as he said firmly, “I won’t let go! Jiaren, I’ve thought it through. I shouldn’t have used you. In the future, I’ll tell you everything directly, okay? Can we make up?”

Song Jiaren stared at Yan Cheng and it made him feel chilled to the heart. She said coldly, “No! I might have died back then. If I died, would it have been useful for you to repent in front of my grave? There’s no way to salvage what has already happened.”

Song Jiaren flung his arm away and hailed a taxi.

Yan Cheng looked at the distant taxi with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He sighed. What exactly should he do for her to forgive him?

When Song Jiaren returned home, Song Meiyu was preparing lunch.

Song Jiaren didn’t see Ye Zhentian and asked curiously, “Mom, Mr. Ye didn’t come today?”

Song Meiyu blushed and pretended to not care. “He suddenly had something to do in the company and went back. He might not be able to come for two days.”

Song Jiaren nodded and smiled. “Mom, have you fallen for Mr. Ye?”

Song Meiyu blushed even more, but she didn’t refute. She smiled and said, “I’ve started to like him a little during this period of time. I’ve known him since we were young, but I didn’t expect to start liking him when we’re already middle-aged.”

Song Jiaren held Song Meiyu’s hand and said seriously, “Mom, since you guys really like each other, then get together.”

Song Meiyu smiled and nodded her head. Her smile was beautiful and very attractive.

Song Jiaren suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her nose and said quizzically, “Mom, why do I smell something burning?”

Song Meiyu’s eyes widened. She quickly ran to the kitchen and lifted the lid. “Heavens, I ruined the soup!”

Song Jiaren followed her to the kitchen. She turned off the power and smiled as she opened the window to clear the air.

Song Meiyu tapped Song Jiaren’s forehead and complained with a smile, “It’s all your fault for distracting me by talking to me. Otherwise, we would be able to eat now.”

Song Jiaren hugged Song Meiyu’s arm and whined, “Mommy, please forgive me. I won’t do it again. Mommy, taking care of Chuyan has been tough on you. Let me make you egg noodles.”

At this moment, a weak voice suddenly sounded from Song Chuyan’s room.