When Song Song was about to answer, Song Xueqin suddenly interrupted coldly, "Forget it, I don’t want to hear your lies, as long as you’re not in a marital relationship, it’s fine."
Then with a stern face, she said, "You’ve really been lying to me quite a bit lately. How have I educated you since childhood? Have you forgotten it all?"
Song Song knew she was in the wrong, so she didn’t argue back, only softening up and acting cute, "Mom, I haven’t forgotten."
There were just some things she really didn’t want her to know about, fearing she would overthink or worry.
"If you haven’t forgotten, why are you lying to me?" Song Xueqin continued to lecture, "You’re in your twenties already, still trying to solve problems by avoiding them. Do you think that’s appropriate?"
Song Song’s little face was full of embarrassment, "I know it’s not appropriate!"
She glanced at Ms. Song, who was still angry, and dared to whisper, "Since you wouldn’t allow it, I could only sneak it."
"What did you say?" Song Xueqin didn’t hear it clearly at first.
"Nothing, nothing."
Song Song laughed it off. Ah! It felt like she was going to be grounded again after being dragged back home, and she was really worried about him!
That slap just now...
As expected, once Song Song was taken back home, not only was she confined to her room, but her phone was also mercilessly confiscated.
She didn’t want to hand over her phone, but Ms. Song’s tactics were too advanced, always using her physical discomfort, like headaches or feeling weak, to threaten her.
So she had no choice but to comply obediently.
Alone in the room, Song Song wanted to go online to see if he was available, only to find that the internet had been cut off long ago.
Without a phone or internet, trying to get in touch with him felt impossible.
She could only sit in the room, staring blankly, but the urge to see him and talk to him couldn’t be suppressed!
She knew it was a live broadcast and there were so many reporters, so probably no one would want to miss such big news.
Thinking of this, she started worrying about him again.
Her gaze shifted slightly, her small mind constantly thinking of solutions, and then her eyes landed on the bedspread on the bed, as well as the only window in the room...
She was truly glad the window was open now, even more glad that this was the second floor; she could just follow what she saw in the movies, crafting the bedspread into a long rope to easily reach the first floor.
Half an hour later, Song Song successfully arrived on the first floor, the only downside being that as she jumped down, her knees landed on the ground, getting bruised rather badly by the cement.
But she couldn’t worry about that now; she had to go find him.
At this moment, out of nowhere appeared many people surrounding her, the sudden flash of lights from cameras dazzling, making it hard to keep her eyes open.
Song Song instinctively raised her hand to block, knowing these people were definitely reporters who must have followed them here...
—"May I ask what your relationship is with Mr. Xiao Jinghuai?"
—"Are you President Xiao’s mistress kept outside?"
—"Or did you accept any unwritten rules to win the competition?"
...
A barrage of questions, none of which Song Song wanted to answer. She wanted to escape the circle, but she couldn’t squeeze her way out at all.
At this moment, a black luxury car suddenly stopped at the roadside, and a person came off the car, squeezing past all the reporters to securely escort her away.
In the car, Song Song was still shaken, looking at the reporters outside the window who had gone mad for headlines, feeling a bit emotional.
She looked at the man driving in front, "Why are you here?"
"Madam, President Xiao instructed me to come here."
Upon hearing this, Song Song’s heart warmed slightly, her hands twisting, "Am I causing trouble for him this time?"
Xing Quan said, "It’s okay, Madam should trust President Xiao’s capability; he can handle it all."
"So where are we going now? Are we going to see him?"
"No, President Xiao ordered me to take Madam home."