The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Wang Yaotian looked at her in disdain and said, "Since it's already like this, I won't hide it anymore. I did it."

Song Jiaren didn't know about this, but seeing Song Meiyu's shocked expression, she quickly helped her to sit on the sofa. She turned to Wang Yaotian and said, "Take that money as a form of charity from the Song family. You don't have to make up for it, but you can only choose one between your son and the project for the suburbs."

Before he could speak, Song Jiaren spoke again, "It's better for us to part on good terms. Otherwise, if you really force us into a corner, it won't end well for you."

Song Meiyu, afraid that he would really take Song Chuyan away, nervously grabbed her hand.

Wang Yaotian looked at Song Jiaren and pondered for a moment before saying, "I want the project in the suburbs."

Song Jiaren wasn't surprised by this answer. She took out another divorce agreement. The request written on it was exactly what they had agreed on. She said mockingly, "Sign it."

It was as if his every move was under the control of Song Jiaren. Wang Yaotian felt uneasy, but he still wrote his name in front of the temptation.

Song Jiaren put away the divorce agreement and whispered into Wang Yaotian's ear, "The show has just begun."

When Wang Yaotian found out that he had left the Song family, his back was still covered in cold sweat. He had just been scared out of his wits. He cursed under his breath and felt that Song Jiaren was becoming even more freaky.

He touched the handprint on his face and a trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes. He would not let this matter rest so easily.

"He actually treated me like this!" Meiyu couldn't take it anymore and cried in her embrace.

The incident three years ago had been a huge blow to her. She had always felt guilty, which was why she had let Wang Yaotian off even more. However, she did not expect that this was all part of his plan.

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Song Jiaren didn't know what had happened, but she could guess. She patted her back to give her strength.

After dealing with Wang Yaotian, Song Jiaren relaxed and sat in the bathtub to soak in the medicinal bath. She drank milk while soaking in the bath and held the jade pendant in her hand. What exactly was this thing?

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the room outside. It sounded like a window being broken.

Song Jiaren was so shocked that she immediately sat up from the bath. Fortunately, the medicinal effects of the medicinal bath were coming soon. Otherwise, she really wouldn't be able to come out. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out. She saw a few people entering her room through the window. Wen Qing was the one who was in the lead.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door and Song Meiyu's anxious voice sounded, "Baby, what happened?"

Song Jiaren looked at the floor-to-ceiling hole in the room. Wen Qing and the others were still standing there calmly. The corners of her mouth twitched and she didn't forget to reply to Song Meiyu, "It's okay, Mom. The floor-to-ceiling window in my room is broken. I'll just change it tomorrow."

Song Meiyu asked anxiously, "Are you hurt? Open the door and let me in."

Song Jiaren replied, "I was bathing just now. I'm fine. I'm not wearing any clothes right now, so it's not convenient for me to open the door."

When Song Meiyu heard that she was fine, she felt relieved and reminded, "Then come to the guest room for a night."

Song Jiaren agreed.

Wen Qing's expression became anxious as they conversed.

Song Jiaren somewhat guessed their purpose for coming here. She slowly wrapped the towel around her body tightly and said, "It's not appropriate for you men to barge into my room in the middle of the night."

It was incredible that he had used such a method.

That's right, this was Song Jiaren's current thought.

Wen Qing said, "Miss Song, Master Cheng has a problem and needs your help."

Song Jiaren, obviously not wanting to go, sat on the sofa. She said, "If something happened to your boss, why are you looking for me? It has nothing to do with me."

Wen Qing's face fell. "Then I'm sorry."

When he attacked, Song Jiaren dodged backwards. The two of them exchanged a few blows. Wen Qing was shocked that he couldn't take down this woman.

Song Jiaren sneered. She hadn't been idle during the medicinal bath these past few days. She had been slowly recovering her physical strength. The last time they met, she might not be able to defeat Wen Qing, but this time, it might not be so.

Wen Qing's movements became more and more violent, and his competitive spirit was completely aroused. Song Jiaren was so engaged in the fight that she forgot that she was only wrapped in a towel. Her towel loosened, and she thought to herself, Oh no.

She stopped attacking and went to pull the towel on her body. Wen Qing quickly restrained her and pressed her down on the sofa.

Song Jiaren leaned her face against the sofa and said with difficulty, "If you kill me, there will be no one to treat your boss. Let go of me, my towel is about to fall off."

Wen Qing then let go of her and turned around like a gentleman, letting her put the towel back on.

Song Jiaren took out a set of simple clothes and put them on. "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

Wen Qing made an inviting gesture and said, "With the Song family around, you won't run away."

Song Jiaren curled her lips. She couldn't run away.

She left the home with them. Why didn't she leave from the door? Song Jiaren didn't want Song Meiyu to know about her relationship with Yan Cheng.

They arrived at a villa. This was not the old residence of the Yan family that they had been to the last time. She did not have time to observe their surroundings before Wen Qing dragged her into the villa.

It was hard for Wen Qing to be able to carry her, who weighed nearly two hundred kilograms.