Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Ningxi’s unwelcome tone made Song Wenchuan uncomfortable, however, he did not show it on his face.

He smiled and asked, “Is that what your Small Uncle wants as well?”

Huo Ningxi was taken aback.

“If your Small Uncle also thinks our Yaoyao is a nuisance, I wouldn’t wait for you to kick her out. I would drag her home even if I have to tie her up first. Ningxi, I treat you like half a brother. But please remember that although Yaoyao doesn’t get any special treatment at home, we are still her family and she is still my sister. She’s not an unloved child that you can insult all day long. Besides, she’s not clinging to you, right?”

Huo Ningxi was rendered speechless.

“I don’t…”

Did he really dislike Song Yaoyao?

Song Yaoyao tugged on Song Wenchuan’s sleeve. “Aren’t we having dinner? Let’s go. It’s cold outside~”

“Are you sure that he didn’t bully you?” Song Wenchuan asked seriously.

“Brother, how could Ningxi bully a girl? The Huos are well-disciplined,” Song Jingwan quickly explained when she heard that there was a misunderstanding.

“I don’t want to hear it from you. I want to hear it from Song Yaoyao,” he said as he glanced at Song Jingwan indifferently. He was well aware of this sister’s personality. “Yaoyao, you tell me.”

Huo Ningxi and Song Jingwan’s gaze immediately fell upon Song Yaoyao.

Song Jingwan looked as though she was ready to tear her apart if she dared to slander Huo Ningxi.

Song Yaoyao blinked. “No. I was the one who hit him.”

She spoke with full confidence.

Song Wenchuan: “…”

Huo Ningxi breathed a sigh of relief. “Look, she admitted to it.”

“Ahem…” Song Wenchuan cleared his throat. “Why did you hit him then?”

It had only been a few days. How did his Yaoyao become so fierce?

“He asked for it.”

Song Yaoyao carried her backpack and walked toward Song Wenchuan’s car.

As the saying goes, ‘the person who provokes first deserves the consequences of their actions’; did she need any other reason?

“You’re the one who deserves a beating more!” Huo Ningxi rolled his eyes. “I can’t be bothered even talking to you.”

When Song Wenchuan heard this, he held back his laughter. “Ningxi, do you know what you look like right now?”

“Huh?”

Song Wenchuan: “Like a primary school student who bullies the girl he likes.”

After saying this, he glanced at Song Jingwan, who seemed to be thinking something, and asked, “Jingwan, I’m taking Yaoyao to eat dinner. Do you want to come?”

Song Jingwan pursed her lips and said in an aggrieved manner, “Yes, of course I’ll go!”

She didn’t get it. Song Yaoyao had already left their home, but why was she still haunting them?

As the three left, Huo Ningxi remained behind.

He grabbed his hair in annoyance and scoffed.

“There’s no way I would like her!” he mumbled.

It was pure hatred!

He seemed to be responding to Song Wenchuan, but at the same time, he was comforting himself.

…

Japanese food was on the menu for dinner.

Song Yaoyao ate happily. After they were done and they emerged from the little wooden store, the city lights were brightly lit.

She shrunk back her neck in response to the cold and her eyes twinkled.

It was rare for her to be out so late. Who knew that the streets were so vibrant at night? There were pedestrians everywhere, and the square in front of them had a bubble machine that filled the square with bubbles.

She ran over excitedly and jumped up to burst one of them.

Water splashed on her face and her eyes curved. Her cheeks were rosy from the Japanese restaurant.

“Are you happy?”