[What are you doing? Why did you reject it?!]
The System’s voice cracked, the entire system turning ferocious.
Song Jinhe turned off her phone and stuffed it into her pocket. Then, picking up chopsticks, she transferred the cooked noodles into a bowl. After washing the pot, she cracked two eggs into it.
[Hurry and add him back, hurry!]
The System was frantic, constantly shouting in her mind.
Song Jinhe flipped the eggs, then poured in some soy sauce.
Once fried, she placed the eggs on top of the noodles—a steaming bowl of egg noodles was ready.
“So noisy,” Song Jinhe retorted. “Can’t you just calm down?”
After eating, Song Jinhe sat in front of her computer, one hand on the mouse and the other moving across the keyboard.
As someone perpetually broke, no matter how much money she had, she could never pass up a chance to earn more.
A few days ago, Song Jinhe had taken on a video editing job. Completing this order would earn her 200 yuan.
If Xi Leyao knew how to edit videos, he could make quite a bit each month too.
After finishing the edit and saving it, Song Jinhe reviewed the video from start to finish, tweaking some details that weren’t quite right.
[Song Jinhe: Boss, what do you think of the edit?]
Six minutes later, the client replied.
[Aaa: High quality, well done.]
[Aaa: Transfer 250]
[Aaa: The extra fifty is for you to buy milk tea.]
A big spender, giving fifty just for milk tea. Song Jinhe immediately accepted the money and replied with a sticker.
[Cat waving: Thank you, boss.jpg]
Song Jinhe closed her laptop and lay on the sofa to watch handsome guys.
Work-life balance was essential, after all.
Ding-ding-ding—
Just as she was watching a handsome guy dance, her WeChat kept buzzing. After several consecutive notifications, Song Jinhe suppressed her irritation and opened WeChat.
Glancing at the sender’s name—Song Youshu.
Oh, the long-lost biological daughter of the Song family who had recently been found.
The other person sent several photos, which from the angles looked like they were taken secretly.
Clicking to view them, she saw Xi Leyao crouching by the kitchen sink in her home, fixing the drainpipe.
His skin, tanned from delivering food under the sun, had a wheat-like hue. Holding a wrench, the yellow vest he wore made him look particularly handsome.
His chiseled profile was undeniably attractive.
[Song Youshu: For a mere thousand yuan, the esteemed Chairman Xi actually stoops to fixing drains. Song Jinhe, you’re finally getting a taste of the life I used to live.]
[Song Youshu: Karma’s a bitch.]
After reading Song Youshu’s messages, was this meant to mock her?
Song Jinhe ignored it and continued admiring the photos until one of them showed half of another woman’s face.
With just one glance, Song Jinhe knew exactly who it was.
Song Shengsheng.
The woman Xi Leyao had specifically named when he was at the peak of his success and arranged a marriage alliance with the Song family.
This man was truly something, entangled with three women.
The wife who cuckolded him, the female lead who warmed and healed him, and the white moonlight of his youth.
Song Jinhe said nothing, simply opened her contacts, found Xi Leyao’s phone number, and called directly.
It rang for half a minute before he hung up.
Song Jinhe called again, only to be hung up on once more.
After three more consecutive calls, all met with the same result—hang-ups.
Oh my god! She was about to be cuckolded!
Song Jinhe immediately got up from the sofa, changed her clothes, and headed straight out the door.
Outside the residential complex, she scanned a shared electric scooter, got on, and immediately twisted the throttle to speed away.
That damn man, how dare he cheat on her and not even answer her calls.
Five calls, and he didn’t pick up a single one.
About ten minutes later, she arrived at the residential complex where Song Youshu lived. After parking the scooter, she glanced at the price—it actually cost her five yuan.
Song Jinhe quickly searched for a discount coupon, bought one, paid, and slipped into the complex behind someone else.
Following the memory in her mind, Song Jinhe arrived at Building 6, and it just so happened that she arrived at the perfect moment.
Xi Leyao and Song Shengsheng were walking out from inside.
The two were chatting, and whatever they were talking about made Xi Leyao, who was usually expressionless and stoic, curl the corners of his lips slightly upward.
The curve was subtle, and anyone who didn’t know him well wouldn’t even realize he was smiling.
Having spent seven days with him, receiving nothing but cold looks and silent treatment, Song Jinhe was immediately displeased at the sight.
How hypocritical, smiling for his white moonlight while giving her the cold shoulder.
“Xi Leyao!” Song Jinhe shouted at him.
Her voice successfully interrupted their conversation, and both of their gazes fell on her. Xi Leyao looked at her with surprise.
What was Song Jinhe doing here?
“Little Sister Song, what brings you here?” Song Shengsheng looked at her, crossing her arms and asking with a smile, “Are you here to ask Youshu to plead with Uncle and Aunt for you?”
“However, even if Youshu pleads for you, Uncle won’t let you return to the Song family. You made too much of a scene back then.” Song Shengsheng looked at her disdainfully, her tone turning mocking.
“Who said I want to return to the Song family!” Song Jinhe snapped at her. “I was about to ask you something. Don’t you know Xi Leyao’s wife is me? What’s the deal with you laughing and chatting with him, standing so close?”
As she spoke, Song Jinhe mimicked her posture, crossing her arms and slightly raising her chin, her tone sharp and sarcastic: “Could it be you want to be the other woman?”
“Song Jinhe!” Xi Leyao, standing beside them, frowned and scolded her upon hearing this.
“You’re going too far.”
Seeing Xi Leyao defend her, Song Jinhe’s expression turned particularly ugly.
“Me, going too far?”
“Isn’t what I just saw the truth? And why didn’t you answer any of the five calls I made!”
Song Jinhe not only confronted Song Shengsheng but now also directed her questions at Xi Leyao: “If you were busy with something else, I could understand. Couldn’t you have called or messaged me back after you were done?”
“But did you?”
“No, you didn’t. On my way here, you didn’t send a single message or make a single call.”
Song Jinhe pointed at him, her words harsh: “Even back when I married you, you couldn’t forget her. Do you still want something to happen between you two now?”
“Xi Leyao, if you dare cheat on me, I’ll kill you!”
After saying this, her round, wide eyes swept over both of them before she let out a heavy snort and turned to leave.
Watching her retreating figure, Xi Leyao frowned deeply, took out his phone, and checked it. He finally discovered that all of Song Jinhe’s calls had been declined.
Her phone number was still in the blacklist.
At this, Xi Leyao’s face darkened like a pot.
“Did you touch my phone just now?” Xi Leyao looked up at Song Shengsheng and asked coldly.
Caught red-handed, Song Shengsheng showed no panic and calmly replied, “I thought it was a spam call, so I helped you decline it.”
“Don’t you hate her the most? Why don’t you divorce her?” Song Shengsheng changed the subject and asked.
After leaving the neighborhood, Song Jinhe got back on a shared electric scooter and slowly made her way home.
Damn Xi Leyao, making her waste over ten yuan for nothing.
“Check the Disgust Value,” Song Jinhe said to the System.
[Disgust Value: 0]
Song Jinhe: …
His tolerance really is high. Does she really have to cheat on him?