Song Song’s heart skipped a beat. Her small gaze shot towards Sister-in-law Zhou, who was sitting in front of the piano with smiling eyes. She dryly laughed, "Sister Zhou, don’t joke around. How could I be happy because of Mr. Xiao!"
She was terrified of that man, barely having a chance to avoid him wherever he was; she was grateful not to cry, let alone be in a good mood?
"Oh, then what makes Young Madam so happy?" Sister Zhou suddenly showed some interest.
After all, it was quite rare to see a woman immune to her young master’s charm, but over this period, she had realized this young girl truly wasn’t interested in the young master.
Did the young master deliberately want to make things difficult for her so she’d propose a divorce on her own?
She thought, if he didn’t do so, this young girl would soon bring it up herself.
Song Song’s eyes brimmed with mist, and her naturally round, bright eyes appeared even more beautiful. She sweetly smiled, "Hehe, it’s a secret, but it’s definitely not because of Mr. Xiao."
Sister Zhou: "..."
Alright then!
Just then, Sister Zhou suddenly saw someone standing at the entrance. Upon seeing who it was, she exclaimed, "Young Master, why are you here all of a sudden?"
Didn’t you usually ring the doorbell when you came over? How did you come in so quietly this time?
So, didn’t he hear all the things said earlier?
Song Song looked over, and upon seeing that eternally frosty face, her little heart clenched fiercely; why was he here again?
She felt like crying.
The man walked towards her, exuding his inherent authority, his aura instantly overwhelming everything. "Bring out the paper for review."
"I-I haven’t finished writing it yet." Song Song’s voice trembled. Fifteen thousand words, not fifteen hundred; how could she finish that quickly?
She’s human, not a robot; even if she copied from the internet, could she deceive his discerning eyes?
She was afraid that by then fifteen thousand would become a hundred fifty thousand words, and she’d genuinely want to die.
Sister Zhou’s eyes moved between the two of them, thinking no wonder the little girl said she was afraid. Every time he appeared as if scolding a child, how could she not be scared?
Xiao Jinghuai suddenly spoke coldly, "If you haven’t finished, go write it now. Can’t get anything done right and still likes to run around everywhere, copying others to drink. I really don’t know what Xiao Beibei likes about you."
The earlier words were loud and clear to Song Song and Sister Zhou, but the last sentence Xiao Jinghuai deliberately lowered his voice so neither of them heard it very clearly.
Song Song had never been scolded like that from childhood to now. Although her living condition with her mother was tough, her mother always gave her the best, never even raised her voice, let alone scolded her.
At school, she was always the obedient child in the teachers’ eyes, always praised and greatly liked among her peers. Everywhere she went, she was adored and surrounded, aside from having really poor relationships with the opposite sex as a flaw; she truly felt her life was quite perfect...
At least, that’s what she used to think, but now she only wanted to cry.
She didn’t understand, why was he always so harsh to her?
Didn’t Grandpa Xiao say he liked obedient, well-behaved girls?
It felt like she was being fooled...
Because up till now, she had never felt he treated her kindly; every meeting was with a stern face, speaking coldly.
Sister Zhou saw the little girl constantly lowering her head, her small shoulders trembling as she stood there, and she knew things were not good; this was the vibe of being scared to tears!
"Young Master, Young Madam had to go out for something this morning. After she came back, I taught her, so there was really no time to write the paper. You..."
Xiao Jinghuai directly scolded, "Then go out less!"
Sister Zhou was also startled.