Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Startled, Qiao Lian widened her eyes.
She had thought that perhaps Mei Feng was here to visit someone else, but now...
Wasn’t Song Yuanxi the sister of Shen Liangchuan’s old friend?
Even Xia Yehua had never been quite sure who she was exactly. But Mei Feng... why had she come to see Song Yuanxi?
She was stunned for a moment. Then she heard Xia Nuannuan remark with surprise as well, “Aunty Mei? I’ve heard from others that a wealthy lady often comes and visits Ms. Song. So this wealthy lady is Aunty Mei?”
Qiao Lian seemed to suddenly catch something in these words and turned sharply towards Xia Nuannuan. “What do you mean?”
The girl began, “I took a leave for a month to look after Aunt Xia recently. When I returned from my leave, I paid special attention to Ms. Song. My colleague told me that a wealthy lady has been visiting her, but invariably on a non-visiting day. I hadn’t thought much of it... but how does Aunty Mei know Ms. Song?”
Qiao Lian’s instinct told her there was some secret behind this!
She bit her lip and suddenly looked around. Then she grabbed Xia Nuannuan and said, “Come with me!”
Xia Nuannuan had always kept a prim and proper image. But now, Qiao Lian passed the main entrance stealthily with her head lowered and body bent over. She sneaked past the building frontage and went around it, to the back.
She had no choice but to follow.
When they reached the back of the building, Qiao Lian lifted her head and looked around. “Song Yuanxi’s room should be on the second floor of this side, right?”
Qiao Lian gave a slight cough and said to her, “Keep watch for me. I’ll try to hear what they’re saying.”
Xia Nuannuan hesitated.
Then she nodded and said, “Ok.”
Hurriedly, she added, “Don’t get caught.”
Qiao Lian made an ok gesture to her.
She surveyed the environment and found that the only way up was through the air conditioning compressor units. So she took a deep breath and leaped onto one. Then, straightening her posture, she gripped the sill of the second floor window. On her tip-toes, she could just barely see what was going on inside.
Fortunately, there was a plant on the second floor’s balcony and it covered her head.
The room was well-heated, but the window was open.
Standing in this position, Qiao Lian could feel the warm air envelop her.
Song Yuanxi was in thin white pajamas, sitting on the seat by the window.
Qiao Lian could see that the girl’s face had turned pale with the cold. Her dark hair was untied and she was staring blankly ahead.
Mei Feng frowned as she set aside the snacks that she had brought with her.
Both of them sat there in the room, not speaking to each other.
Time slipped by minute by minute, and Qiao Lian began to wonder if Mei Feng had come to visit Song Yuanxi just to sit there, staring at each other .
As she pondered, Mei Feng finally spoke, “Actually, you’ve recovered, haven’t you?”
Song Yuanxi kept silent.
Mei Feng sneered, “Did you think that by pretending to be sick here, people out there will feel guilty? Let me tell you, your beloved Brother Liangchuan has already announced on the Internet who Mrs. Shen is.”
At these words, Song Yuanxi’s fingers, that were resting on her knees, curled and dug into her flesh.
The woman stood up suddenly and said, “I know there’s nothing wrong with you. And I also know that your heart has softened because you injured your Brother Liangchuan. But have you forgotten what happened eight years ago?!”