Miss Song was the child he had been driving to and from school all along. He watched her grow from middle school to high school, and finally achieve good grades to enter a better university.
After the incident of the true and false heiresses came to light back then, Miss Song had always been insecure and sensitive, afraid that the Song family would abandon her.
It was unclear who had whispered some nonsense in front of Miss Song, causing her to panic and fear, ultimately leading her to do something that harmed the Song Group.
Song Hechuan looked at his sister in the distance. This little tagalong who had followed them since childhood had now grown wings.
She refused to come home when asked and even learned to threaten others with her own life.
If she liked suffering so much, then let her suffer to her heart’s content.
Song Hechuan withdrew his gaze and said coldly to the driver, “Drive, back to the group.”
Hearing this, the driver glanced at Song Hechuan through the rearview mirror and asked softly, “Aren’t we picking up Miss Song to go home?”
“If she likes suffering so much, let her suffer. Once she’s had enough hardship, she’ll naturally go back.” Song Hechuan spoke calmly.
The car window rolled up, blocking all outside views.
As they drove away, Song Jinhe’s gaze remained fixed on the black Maybach, her heart screaming frantically.
Big brother, have you forgotten your sister? Come and forcibly take me into the car. I need you to take the initiative.
Big brother—
The car disappeared from sight. Sitting in her own vehicle, Song Jinhe revealed a helpless smile.
[If you complete the tasks, won’t you have money? Why care about these things?] The System didn’t understand why she was so persistent. By completing the tasks herself, she could become wealthy.
“System, you don’t get it.” Song Jinhe said meaningfully.
Returning to the rented apartment, Song Jinhe was too tired to move. Lying on the sofa, she had no intention of touching the pots, pans, or dishes.
After washing and drying everything, Xi Leyao wiped his hands and came over to Song Jinhe. Kneeling on one knee, he looked at her and slowly asked, “Why didn’t you want to go back with your big brother?”
“As long as you divorce me, you can live a good life and not have to worry about money.”
Song Jinhe hadn’t expected him to bring this up again. Not going back with her big brother was the hardest thing for her, and here he was asking about it.
Song Jinhe could only speak against her conscience: “Song Youshu doesn’t welcome me back anyway. Why should I humiliate myself?”
“Besides, I’m doing just fine now. If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll scold you.” Song Jinhe pushed his shoulder and said angrily.
Hearing this, Xi Leyao frowned deeply. Was it because of her status?
“Go buy groceries. Don’t bother me.” Song Jinhe turned over, ignoring him.
She was already annoyed, and now she was even more irritated.
Pushing away a life of wealth with her own hands—this alone could make her feel down for a long time.
“Are you sure everything’s been investigated?” He Wenling fiddled with the walnuts in his hand, looking at the manager of Blue Sky Bar as he asked.
“It’s all been investigated. The couple is now selling fast food near the construction site.”
Hearing this, He Wenling sneered, stopped his movements, and propped his head up as he said, “Alright.”
The manager of Blue Sky Bar nodded with a smile, though he was also puzzled. Had Song Jinhe changed her ways?
Didn’t she want to cling to wealthy men anymore?
To have the patience to set up a stall with her husband—it was truly unexpected.
“Brother He, should we smash their stall?” The purple-haired man beside him looked at He Wenling, his tone tinged with excitement as he asked.
Overturn their stall, capture Song Jinhe and humiliate her thoroughly.
Make Xi Leyao wear the cuckold’s horns in disgrace.