Song Wenchuan sighed. “Don’t think too much. Close your eyes and we will go another way.”
He turned his steering wheel and observed Song Yaoyao through the rearview mirror.
It seemed as though she had already predicted this. Even though Song Jingwan had a huge reaction, she did not take a single curious glance outside.
She continued to look down in silence.
So, why did Yaoyao suddenly feel unwell, and why did she make him buy chestnuts?
Was she seriously just unhappy and wanted to mess with him?
Song Wenchuan fell into deep thought.
…
Eventually, he stopped outside the Huo Manor. He pressed on the horn and the gate opened. Someone had been waiting, and as soon as they saw Song Yaoyao, they immediately opened the gate.
Seeing this, Song Wenchuan felt a lot better.
At least, apart from Huo Ningxi, Song Yaoyao was quite welcome in this household.
This made him remember the time when Yaoyao was home a little late and Zhou Manli locked her out, refusing to let her in.
It was no surprise that Yaoyao preferred staying at someone else’s home rather than returning to her own home, and it also made sense why she refused to acknowledge her parents.
The Huos lived in a huge home; a grand mansion.
After entering the gates, Song Wenchuan had to drive for a few more minutes before he actually reached the main building.
“Miss Song is back.”
Uncle Zhang opened the car door with a smile. When he saw Song Wenchuan, he said gently, “Come in and sit for a bit, Mr. Song. Thank you for bringing Miss Song home.”
These words sounded strange.
Song Wenchuan stepped out of his car and smiled. “Yaoyao is my younger sister. It’s no problem at all. I should be the one who’s thanking Mr. Huo for taking care of our Yaoyao and for being understanding and protective toward her.”
“That’s only right,” Uncle Zhang said happily.
“I’m not going in. Jingwan’s not feeling well. I need to take her home so she can get some rest. Please say hi to Mr. Huo for me. When he has time, I’ll come to visit and thank him. Sorry for tonight. Please excuse me.”
Uncle Zhang looked at the pale-faced Song Jingwan. His eyes glowed. “Oh, if you’re unwell then you should hurry home and get some rest. By the way, we have a personal doctor. Why don’t I call him to give you an examination.”
“No need. She was simply shocked. She will be fine after some rest.”
Song Wenchuan refused politely before he opened the door for Song Yaoyao to step out. He then went to the boot and pulled out the clothes that he asked a shop assistant to help him pick and said gently, “If you feel aggrieved, don’t hold it in. Let me know, okay? No matter the time or place, I will come to take you home.”
Song Yaoyao nodded her head gently. As he walked away, she grabbed onto his shirt and tugged on it.
“What’s wrong? Do you miss me?” Song Wenchuan rubbed her head. “I need to go.”
“Drive…safely…”
Song Yaoyao’s voice was a little raspy. She pressed her lips together and looked at him.
Although she still didn’t call him ‘Big Brother’, the concern in her eyes was apparent.
Song Wenchuan didn’t want to leave her there. She was meant to be his sister! But when he thought about their unwelcoming home compared to this place, the Huo Manor seemed more like her home.
He watched as some helpers quickly ran out and covered her with a jacket.
Here, Mr. Huo doted on Yaoyao more than his parents ever did.
He loved and doted on her like the only princess of the house.
Normally, Song Jingwan would probably take a look around this unfamiliar mansion; the place where Huo Ningxi lived.
But she had been frightened by the bloody scene earlier and was in a daze.
Before she even reached home, she started having a fever.