NOVPUBChapter 247: 247, she actually, hit him.
Chapter 247: 247, she actually, hit him.
Song Qinghuan turned around, staring in shock at Lu Meiyan, “Are you threatening me, Mom!”
Off to the side, Song Ci couldn’t hold back either, throwing down his chopsticks and pointing at Lu Meiyan, “Are you really her biological mother? How can you threaten your own daughter like this.”
Lu Meiyan sighed, “I also have no choice, Huanhuan, you’re grown up now, and I don’t need to control you anymore, but I still have to take care of your brother. If you insist on being stubborn, then yes, it’s a threat!”
Song Qinghuan couldn’t believe it. Her hand at her side was shaking uncontrollably from the rage. She couldn’t stay here any longer, or else she’d faint from anger and would need to call an ambulance.
On the subway ride home, Song Qinghuan was fuming and distressed all the way.
She had no doubt that if she didn’t give in, Lu Meiyan would definitely make a scene at her company. Then everyone would find out she was Yan Pingdan’s sister.
What should she do?
She didn’t have much time to ponder. Another more distressing issue arose. She saw the man from lunchtime again on the subway.
When she got on the bus, she hadn’t spotted him, had she? Why did she bump into him again on the subway?
Song Qinghuan became alert, extending all her senses.
The subway station isn’t far from the villa district, so she didn’t need to take a taxi, but she didn’t dare to walk alone at night, so she took a cab back to the villa, asking the driver to drive through the private road and directly drop her off at the villa entrance.
The lights in the villa were on. Knowing that Shi Yuhuan was ahead, Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief. She looked back a few times at the dark night, seeing no movement, she finally turned to enter the house.
In the living room, Shi Yuhuan was sitting on the sofa, a laptop on his lap, his fingers typing continuously.
When Song Qinghuan entered, he didn’t even glance at her.
It wasn’t until Song Qinghuan ignored him and ran upstairs that he lifted his eyes to watch her retreating figure.
Song Qinghuan thought that since Shi Yuhuan was giving her the silent treatment, he would sit in the living room for a while and then leave, going back to the villa at the back.
However, she still carefully bolted the door.
But what good would bolting it do? The villa was Shi Yuhuan’s; there was no one who could prevent him from entering any door he wanted to.
Just as Song Qinghuan opened the bathroom door after taking a shower, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her out.
She was startled, her breathing slightly erratic. Before she could react, Shi Yuhuan, swift and agile like a nimble leopard, pressed her firmly against the wall.
Song Qinghuan’s eyes widened in shock, looking in fear at the half-naked man pressing down on her, a man whose commanding presence and handsome features commanded respect at first glance.
After a slight shock, Song Qinghuan, who had come to, tried to struggle free from his grip without a second thought. “Shi Yuhuan, what are you doing, let go of me—”
That night, after what happened, she thought he would feel a shred of guilt.
Unexpectedly, he brought her back only to continue what happened that night.
Song Qinghuan was furious. She glared at him and struggled even harder.
But she wasn’t able to shake him off at all. Shi Yuhuan’s lips curled up in a mischievous smirk, as he looked down at her filled bust under her sleepwear, reaching his hand to touch…
“Slap!” As the slap resounded, Song Qinghuan herself was stunned.
She was startled. Did she just slap Shi Yuhuan?
