NOVPUBChapter 257: Either go home, or sleep on the street. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
Chapter 257: Either go home, or sleep on the street.
Shi Yuhuan? Song Qinghuan was taken aback, her hand clutching her phone tightened, then she scoffed, “I am home, where else should I go back to!”
Shi Yuhuan coldly responded, “Don’t make me say it a second time, either go home or sleep on the streets!”
Even though they were on the phone, Song Qinghuan could clearly sense the sternness and the hint of brooking no refusal in Shi Yuhuan’s tone.
“I…”
Before she could utter the word “no”, the sound of “beep beep” came from the phone, it was too late to say anything, Shi Yuhuan had already hung up the call.
“Ah!!” Song Qinghuan was furious.
This egomaniac, cold, arrogant, and domineering man, who does he think she is, his slave?
Hmph, she wouldn’t pay him any mind, she refused to go back, let’s see what he can do about it?
Despite her stubbornness, she couldn’t fall asleep anymore, her eyes clear and bright, void of any hint of sleepiness.
Shortly after, she received a call from Mei Jun, “Huanhuan, are you not at my place?”
Song Qinghuan rolled over in bed: “Yeah, what’s up?”
Mei Jun lamented, “I don’t know what got into my landlord, he said he’ll give me triple the rent if I move out tonight!”
“What?” Song Qinghuan abruptly sat up in bed.
Mei Jun was still talking on the other end of the call, but Song Qinghuan was no longer listening.
A strong sense of panic came over her, and she had a bad premonition that this couldn’t be a mere coincidence.
The words of Shi Yuhuan echoed in her ear, “either go home or sleep on the streets!”
Could it be Shi Yuhuan? Did he pull some strings causing the landlord to pressure Mei Jun to vacate the room tonight?
Thinking about this, Song Qinghuan called Shi Yuhuan, but an impersonal, cold voice of a machine said, “I’m sorry, the number you’ve dialed has been forwarded to voicemail, please dial again later.”
She could no longer sit idle and swiftly changed her clothes, heading for the villa.
In the living room, she stormed up to Shi Yuhuan, towering over him, her eyes squinted, “Shi Yuhuan, what on earth are you trying to do? Making my friend move out tonight, are you being petty, or just being a psycho?”
Saying this, she kicked the sofa in frustration.
She had been dealing with too much of Shi Yuhuan’s pressure lately.
Either she was crushed in silence, or erupting under pressure, and now, she was exploding out all at once.
The oppressive air in the room leaves one breathless, even though she was standing tall, she still felt an invisible suppression.
She knew she was being impulsive, tightly clutching her hands, fingernails digging into her palm.
To say she wasn’t scared at all would be a lie, she had experienced Shi Yuhuan’s coldness before.
She didn’t know what Shi Yuhuan was planning on doing to her next. She wondered if yelling at him directly like this, would he just ruthlessly end her?
She thought a storm was imminent, but the man nonchalantly sat back on the sofa, his posture relaxed and casual.
“Back so soon,” he drawled, throwing her a casual look- a look of calmness that took her by surprise.
“Shi Yuhuan, you…” Song Qinghuan glared at him, indignantly.
Just then, a phone began to ring, Song Qinghuan looked startled realizing it was her phone, and it was from Mei Jun.
