Wealthy Family's Sweet Beloved Reborn Chapter 6: Don't Be Afraid! Keep Fighting!

Proofread by Liang Yaping

The smile on the delicate oval face is more gentle, but from Song Shuyao's view, this Song Qinghuan is no longer the weak and doormat person in the past. She is clearly laughing, but her eyes are indeed insidious and cold, which makes Song Shuyao afraid for the first time!

Song Shuyao flees at the first confrontation.

When Song Qinghuan is about to throw away the cigarette in her hand with a look of disgust, she hears the sound of a lighter behind the curtain of the French window. Song Qinghuan walks over and pulls the curtain open quickly.

Xu Ningzhou stands in the corner of the balcony, and the flickering fire shadows flash on his handsome face. He smokes a cigarette and spits out the smoke. He interestingly sizes up the woman behind the smoke with his insightful eyes.

Song Qinghuan knew a little information about Xu Ningzhou in the previous life. The only thing she knew was that Song Shuyao was so fascinated by him that the two became lovers.

Lovers...

Song Qinghuan lifts up her lip and walks towards him with a smile. Tipping her toes and getting close to Xu Ningzhou, she lights the woman's cigarette by placing it to his. The extinguished cigarette is ignited instantly.

Song Qinghuan blows a cloud towards Xu Ningzhou's handsome face, which makes him frown.

"There are underlying meanings if a woman does that to a man at their first meeting." Xu Ningzhou says playfully, leaning against the balcony and wearing an air of laziness.

Such Xu Ningzhou is different from the indifferent and proud president in Song Qinghuan's memory.

Song Qinghuan raises her eyebrows slightly. She even thinks that she heard Xu Ningzhou's voice a short time ago. She shakes her head and regards that as illusion.

Song Qinghuan blinks her eyes and replies with a smile: "Is it? Then you eavesdropped our talk." She waves the cigarette between her fingers and says: " What's the implication?"

Originally, the two girls never found Xu Ningzhou at all who could have left after Song Qinghuan's departure.

While Xu Ningzhou has witnessed the whole story and found that Song Shuyao has changed from an innocent and cute girl to a malicious and acid one.

Xu Ningzhou flicks the ash with his fingertips. He holds the cigarette in his mouth and takes the chin of Song Qinghuan with an air of arrogance. Then, he studies Song Qinghuan's face carefully.

Song Qinghuan is forced to look up at Xu Ningzhou. There is still a smell of tobacco on his fingers, not choking but with a unique cold fragrance.

Song Qinghuan has a pair of clear and dark eyes, like a pair of the best obsidian, with a cool l.u.s.ter under the night which is as bright as the stars.

So similar!

They are similar to the eyes in his memory. Xu Ningzhou tuts. At this time, Song Qinghuan opens his fingertips and takes a step back.

"At the first meeting, your behavior can be labeled as..." Song Qinghuan's voice is crisp and with a special accent, "s.e.xual!  Hara.s.sment！Disturbance!"

Retorting in the fas.h.i.+on of the other party, Song Qinghuan suddenly becomes very happy. She litters the cigarette into the trash can and walks away calmly from the lounge with her long straight white legs.

Xu Ningzhou smiles and looks at the back of Song Qinghuan with a complex emotion that others cannot understand .

Song Qinghuan returns to the banquet hall again. Song Shuyao, who is chatting with others, presents a provocative and proud expression seeing her coming back.

At this moment, a waiter carrying a tray accidentally hits Song Qinghuan from her back. There is a red wine gla.s.s on it. The gla.s.s being tilted , the wine inside is poured on the back of Song Qinghuan.

"Sorry, sorry."

The waiter apologizes in picnic, while Song Qinghuan smiles and says it doesn't matter.

The red wine instantly spreads on her dress and it is very uncomfortable for the skin. Xia Runan walks over and says, "There are spare clothes in the lounge. Follow me."

Giving Song Qinghuan no chance to reply, Xia Runan takes her away.

Only Song Qinghuan knows that under the cover of a gentle and harmless face, Xia Runan, in fact, has a malicious heart.

Song Qinghuan understands it after looking at the hand being gripped by Xia Runan and recalling Song Shuyao's proud expression.

It is probably that Xia Runan has arranged this scene in advance.

Xia Runan takes Song Qinghuan to the lounge next to the one which the old lady is in. After entering, Xia Runan locks the door inside. She sits on the sofa arrogantly with her legs overlapped and looks at Song Qinghuan's face without a smile but hatred.

Song Qinghuan is inclined to sit down on the sofa opposite to her, however, Xia Runan says coldly: "Are you allowed to sit down?"

"Hmmm?" Song Qinghuan sits down and says with smile, "This place is the a.s.set of Song family, and I have no need to ask the permission of an outsider."

Xia Runan is shocked by her abnormal att.i.tude. After several seconds, she says angrily: "Song Qinghuan! I am your mother! Am I too pampering to you? Or are you taking advantage of Grandma's love to burn your sister's arm with the cigarette b.u.t.t and mock me?"

Perhaps, considering there are only two, so Xia Runan explodes, "You are out of discipline, aren't you?"

It seems that Song Qinghuan has committed some heinous crimes which makes her wear such a disgustful appearance.

Song Qinghuan smiles ridiculously and thinks it is no wonder that they two are mother and daughter. Especially when they face her, the unknown hatred on their faces is no different.

However, this time, she will not give in.

Song Qinghuan looks up at the woman sitting opposite to her, and says indifferently: "Ms. Xia, please stop being hypocritical. Don't you feel tired?"

"What do you call me!" Xia Runan bounces up and yells at her palely.

Crossing her right leg on her left one and putting her elbow on the arm of the sofa, Song Qinghuan poses herself lazily and smiles ironically: "Ms. Xia, or should I call you Aunt Xia, a successful mistress?"

"!!" Xia Runan falls on the sofa like a balloon without air.