Translator: Yunyi
Song Weiwei pinched her fingertips.
Facing Song Yaoyao’s scrutinizing gaze, she braced herself and lowered her voice. “I heard that Song Jingwan likes him.”
“So?”
Song Yaoyao felt like laughing. She closed the book and changed her position, resting her elbows on the table.
“I…”
If she was not mistaken, Song Weiwei saw a flash of mockery in the girl’s eyes. Her heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and her voice trembled slightly.
“I just…”
“You want to give Song Jingwan a taste of her own medicine and imitate her to annoy her. This is your business, I won’t interfere.” Song Yaoyao leaned back, her fingers lightly tapping on the handrail, “But you have to know that her personality is not likable. Do you want to become like her?”
Song Weiwei’s eyelashes fluttered, and her heart seemed to have been hit hard.
“You’ve been wearing someone else’s skin for too long. Have you forgotten your original appearance?” Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes, and her voice was very cold, “If you simply like him, then go chase after him directly. Whether you can chase after him or not depends on your ability. If it’s purely to annoy Song Jingwan, then I’ve misjudged you.”
She did not like any pursuit with a purpose or any means of exploitation.
Whatever method one used to gain everything might come back to bite them later.
These words were like a slap to Song Weiwei’s face.
She took a deep breath, and her mind became clearer than ever.
“I was possessed. Miss Song, I’m sorry…”
Zhou Manli liked obedient personalities, and she was more obedient and sensible than Song Jingwan. However, in reality, she didn’t like many things that Zhou Manli added to her but she never said it out loud.
The scariest thing was that she was gradually becoming a second Song Jingwan…
Song Yaoyao’s words were unpleasant to hear, but they were a real wake-up call for her.
If it weren’t for Song Yaoyao, she wouldn’t have even noticed that she was becoming unlikable.
“You don’t owe anyone anything. I’ve already gotten what I wanted. You don’t have to listen to me anymore. Whether you choose to stay in the Song Family or leave, it has nothing to do with me.”
She wanted to leave the Song Family officially. And now, the entire upper class believed that she, Song Yaoyao, wasn’t Zhou Manli and Song Rui’s biological daughter. The daughter of the Song Family was someone else.
Song Weiwei smiled bitterly. She nervously tightened her skirt. “Then, Miss Song, can I look for you again in the future?”
There was no reply.
Song Yaoyao propped up her chin and looked out the second-floor window at the traffic outside.
This city was so prosperous that it made people feel afraid. If they were not careful, they would lose themselves.
“Yo, what are you talking about? Why do you look like you’re being bullied? Precious, do you want to drink?”
Tang Xinrou placed a glass of cold beer in front of Song Yaoyao and sized up Song Weiwei.
“You talk too much.”
Xu Yue rolled her eyes and pulled out a chair to sit beside Song Weiwei.
She had a strong aura and was different from Song Yaoyao who was reserved. She was more aggressive and sometimes, when the hostility in her eyes couldn’t be hidden, it would come out a little.
Song Weiwei’s back almost froze in an instant.
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes. “Don’t scare her.”
She was timid to begin with, so she did not want to be traumatized by being scared.
“Cough…” Xu Yue spread her hands and restrained her imposing manner. “I was just teasing her. Who asked her to be so similar to Song Jingwan?”
It wasn’t just a superficial resemblance, but also an inner resemblance.
At first, she found Song Weiwei a little pleasing to the eye, but now, she had become exactly the same as Song Jingwan. Xu Yue wondered, could this thing be contagious?
Song Yaoyao sipped her beer. “They’re not that similar.”
It all depended on her choices in life.