Song Jiaren didnât 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, âMiss Song, Master Cheng invites you over.â
Song Jiaren looked impatient. She ignored the man and was about to leave when the certificate subconsciously grabbed her arm.
âLet go!â At the same time, two voices sounded with anger. Wen Qing quickly let go. He didnât 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 couldnât help but frown. She wanted to speak, but when she thought of what had happened, she restrained herself.
Song Jiaren didnât 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 Chengâs 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 Chengâs fingers.
She turned around and looked at Yan Cheng coldly. In a low voice, she said, âLet go!â
A hint of anguish flashed across Yan Chengâs eyes as he said firmly, âI wonât let go! Jiaren, Iâve thought it through. I shouldnât have used you. In the future, Iâll tell you everything directly, okay? Can we make up?â
Song Jiaren stared at Yan Cheng and it made him feel chilled to the heart. She said coldly, âNo! I might have died back then. If I died, would it have been useful for you to repent in front of my grave? Thereâs no way to salvage what has already happened.â
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 didnât see Ye Zhentian and asked curiously, âMom, Mr. Ye didnât come today?â
Song Meiyu blushed and pretended to not care. âHe suddenly had something to do in the company and went back. He might not be able to come for two days.â
Song Jiaren nodded and smiled. âMom, have you fallen for Mr. Ye?â
Song Meiyu blushed even more, but she didnât refute. She smiled and said, âIâve started to like him a little during this period of time. Iâve known him since we were young, but I didnât expect to start liking him when weâre already middle-aged.â
Song Jiaren held Song Meiyuâs hand and said seriously, âMom, since you guys really like each other, then get together.â
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, âMom, why do I smell something burning?â
Song Meiyuâs eyes widened. She quickly ran to the kitchen and lifted the lid. âHeavens, I ruined the soup!â
Song Jiaren followed her to the kitchen. She turned off the power and smiled as she opened the window to clear the air.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Meiyu tapped Song Jiarenâs forehead and complained with a smile, âItâs all your fault for distracting me by talking to me. Otherwise, we would be able to eat now.â
Song Jiaren hugged Song Meiyuâs arm and whined, âMommy, please forgive me. I wonât do it again. Mommy, taking care of Chuyan has been tough on you. Let me make you egg noodles.â
At this moment, a weak voice suddenly sounded from Song Chuyanâs room.