The two of them worked together until half past eleven before finally loading the goods onto the tricycle.
Just as they were about to drive the tricycle to the construction site, a black Maybach blocked their path.
Looking at the luxury car, neither of them showed much expression on their faces.
At that moment, the car door slowly opened, and a man in a custom-made black suit stepped out.
His hair was slicked back, revealing a full forehead. He wore frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and an aura of “keep away” radiated from his entire being. A Patek Philippe watch adorned his wrist, exuding an overwhelming sense of wealth.
Seeing this man, both of their expressions turned somewhat strange for a moment.
Song Hechuan looked at the two of them in their current disheveled state, his handsome brows tightly furrowed.
“He’s only been bankrupt for three months, and you’re already living like this?” Song Hechuan questioned after giving her a once-over.
“Divorce him and come back to the Song family with me,” Song Hechuan said sternly.
Hearing this, Song Jinhe didn’t know how to respond for a moment.
Song Youshu had already been found and brought back. If she, the fake heiress, returned to the Song family, wouldn’t her status and position become awkward?
And besides—if she went back, how would she carry out her tasks as the Vicious Female Supporting Character?
Was she supposed to give up on the rewards?
“I’m not going back,” Song Jinhe pouted, turned her face away, and flatly refused.
“Don’t block the way. We still have to go sell fast food to make money,” she shouted at him.
Meanwhile, Xi Leyao stared intently at his brother-in-law. He reached out and grabbed Song Jinhe’s wrist, saying in a low voice, “Divorce me and go back with him.”
“You shouldn’t suffer with me.”
Hearing his words, Song Hechuan, who had been scowling, finally looked a little better.
At least he knew his place and didn’t try to stop his sister from returning home.
“I don’t want to!” Song Jinhe immediately began to act stubborn. “Back then, Dad told me to leave the Song family and said I could never set foot in the Song house again.”
“I’m not a child of the Song family. Going back would only annoy Song Youshu. I don’t want to go back.”
As she spoke, Song Jinhe reached out and grabbed the collar of Xi Leyao, who was sitting beside her, threatening, “If you dare send me back, I’ll jump off a building right away.”
The moment he heard she might jump, all the words of persuasion Xi Leyao had been about to say were instantly swallowed.
He was truly afraid Song Jinhe would go back and jump off a building.
“Are you insane!”
Song Hechuan, however, was furious. He shouted at her sternly, “Dad was just saying that in anger. He never really meant for you to never return to the Song family.”
“And now, when we’re asking you to come home, you’re threatening us with your life?”
Song Jinhe impatiently yelled back, “I just don’t want to go back, that’s all.”
After saying this, Song Jinhe’s heart was weeping inside. A life of luxury and comfort—she wouldn’t get to enjoy it in this lifetime.
Brother, if you insist a little more, I’m willing to go back.
I’m just being stubborn with my words.
Her heart was screaming, but on the surface, she still wore a cold expression as she shouted at Song Hechuan, “Go back. I’ll make something of myself.”
After yelling at him, she turned her gaze to Xi Leyao and pinched his waist. “Hurry up and go. Don’t you want to make money?”
“I do,” Xi Leyao replied, then looked at Song Hechuan and said, “Brother-in-law, we’ll go set up the stall now.”
With that, the tricycle drove past the luxurious Maybach.
Song Jinhe’s gaze fell on it, her face still cold, but inside she was screaming wildly.
Luxury car! Wealthy family! Rich brother! Rich dad! Rich mom!
My wealthy life is slipping away from me.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Song Hechuan watched their departing figures, pushed up his glasses, and glanced back at the place they lived.
A dilapidated old residential area, looking from the outside like a relic from the last century.
The security and environment were the worst.
He never imagined she had lived in such conditions for over three months. Just thinking about it made Song Hechuan feel distressed.
On the way to the construction site, neither of them spoke.
Song Jinhe was mourning her lost wealthy life, while Xi Leyao believed it was his fault that Song Jinhe didn’t want to go back with her older brother.
Their thoughts were worlds apart. When they arrived, they got out of the car without a word and silently went about their tasks.
The workers who had come to eat yesterday immediately lined up as soon as they saw the couple.
“It’s already half past twelve. You guys are way too slow.”
Song Jinhe smiled and explained, “We were delayed on the way here. Please don’t mind.”
The workers just chuckled and said, “I just came out from the site. We worked over ten minutes extra today.”
“Wow, you’ve got more dishes today.”
The menu had expanded from five dishes yesterday to eight today.
Still heavy on meat dishes, light on vegetables.
Once everything was ready, Xi Leyao began serving them their meals.
He piled their plates high as usual, ensuring the workers ate their fill.
Watching this scene, Song Jinhe thought about buying Xi Leyao a camera to record his daily activities.
She could edit the footage in the evening and post it on his account.
As soon as the idea struck her, Song Jinhe wiped her hands, took out her phone, and started searching for cameras online.
“What kind of camera do you like?” Song Jinhe leaned in and whispered.
Xi Leyao wiped the countertop with a clean cloth, glanced at her, and asked, “What are you planning?”
“I’ll be a dance blogger, you’ll be a lifestyle blogger. We’ll make money together on the internet,” Song Jinhe said with a grin. “Let’s see who becomes a million-follower blogger first.”
“Alright,” Xi Leyao had no objections.
“I’m already one step ahead of you,” Song Jinhe said, a proud expression on her face as she thought about her account’s five thousand followers.
“Really? That’s impressive,” Xi Leyao replied calmly, though his tone carried a hint of pride.
By half past one in the afternoon, the workers had finished eating, and the two began packing up to leave.
Thinking about having to come back again in the evening, Song Jinhe sighed.
Setting up a stall is exhausting, but it pays well.
“If you’re tired, rest in the car. I can handle the cleanup,” Xi Leyao reminded her after hearing her sigh.
Looking around, there was trash, tables, and chairs to tidy up. If Xi Leyao did it all alone, it would take a long time.
“Forget it, let’s do it together,” Song Jinhe waved her hand, bent down, stacked the chairs, and tossed them onto the roof of the tricycle.
Their busy scene was observed by someone nearby. Song Hechuan rolled down his car window, his gaze fixed on Song Jinhe in the distance, dressed in a white top and light-colored jeans.
Unconsciously, he began fiddling with the watch on his wrist, his face darkening as he remained silent.
“Miss Song’s hands were made for playing the piano, the violin, and dancing—how could she be doing such rough work?” The driver in the driver’s seat watched this scene, feeling a pang of discomfort in his heart.