The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Amidst Jiang Zhe’s furious scolding, he was pushed out by these people. The people left in the private room were also trembling in fear in front of the stronger bodyguards. In a short while, they were all dealt with.

“I saved you again this time. How are you going to thank me?” Yan Cheng pinched Song Jiaren’s face and asked.

Song Jiaren was forced to pout and couldn’t even speak properly. However, the strange thing was that Yan Cheng was poisoned and always sat in a wheelchair, so why was he so strong? If she hadn’t personally treated him before, she would have thought that this man was pretending to be sick.

Yan Cheng didn’t need her to answer. He chuckled and said, “Since you didn’t say anything, I’ll collect the reward myself.”

With that, he let go of Song Jiaren. Once she regained her freedom, she immediately distanced herself from him. The more he interacted with her, the more danger she felt.

Song Jiaren didn’t take the reward he was talking about to heart at all. She rubbed her sore face, and there were two obvious finger marks on her face. This caused Yan Cheng to chuckle again.

Song Jiaren glanced at him. Was there something wrong with this person? Why was he laughing for no reason?

She wanted to take Song Chuyan away, but was stopped by Yan Cheng. Yan Cheng instructed Wen Qing, “Send Young Master Song home.”

Song Jiaren asked, “What do you mean?”

Yan Cheng said matter-of-factly, “Tomorrow is the weekend. You belong to me.”

The corners of Song Jiaren’s lips twitched. Did he have to make the doctor’s visit sound so romantically ambiguous?

Song Chuyan was sent back to the Song family, and Song Jiaren reluctantly followed them to the Yan family’s house.

After the two of them left, a figure came out from the shadows and looked at Song Jiaren’s back enviously. When did she become acquainted with the head of the Yan family, Yan Cheng? When she thought about how that powerful and dangerous man favored Song Jiaren, Song Yoyo gritted her teeth in anger. Why did all the good things belong to Song Jiaren?

A vicious glint flashed across her eyes as she headed towards the Song family.

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After a few days, when Song Jiaren returned to the Yan family’s house, there was a strange sense of familiarity. Wen Qing stood at the door respectfully. He had already sent Song Chuyan back to the Song family’s home.

Song Jiaren didn’t ask. She was quite assured with Wen Qing’s efficiency.

Just as she was about to return to her room, she heard Yan Cheng say, “I’ll have to trouble Miss Song to treat my leg injury.”

Song Jiaren looked at his leg and asked, “Is your leg injured?”

Yan Cheng nodded his head lightly. On the other hand, Wen Qing’s expression became anxious. It turned out that Yan Cheng was really injured.

Song Jiaren nodded and followed him to the room. Wen Qing, who wanted to check his wounds, was chased out.

After he went out, Song Jiaren pulled open Yan Cheng’s pants and was instantly shocked. He was already injured to this extent, so how could he still hug her? Thinking about how she had just sat on his lap, Song Jiaren didn’t know if she should say that this man was indeed powerful or that he was a fool.

His knees were already swollen to twice their original size. She clicked her tongue. “How did you torture yourself to this state?

Yan Cheng’s expression was very calm, as if the wound was not on his leg.

This piqued Song Jiaren’s interest, and she deliberately pressed her hand on his knee.

Yan Cheng, his face visibly turning pale, frowned.

Song Jiaren helped him clean his wound and then bandaged it with gauze before saying, “Be careful not to touch water for the next few days.”

Yan Cheng’s eyes flashed, and he suddenly bent down to approach her. Song Jiaren was already squatting in front of him, so the distance between them became a little romantically ambiguous.

“Then help me shower,” said Yan Cheng.

Song Jiaren’s eyes widened. How could this person be so shameless? She took a step back and threw the remaining gauze in her hands into his arms. She sneered. “You won’t die even if you don’t shower for a few days. I believe Wen Qing will be happy to help.”

A hint of a mirth flashed across Yan Cheng’s eyes. After Song Jiaren left, he immediately stood up. It was no problem for him to walk with his legs. He had only taken two steps when his face suddenly turned pale. His legs seemed to have lost their support and he collapsed to the ground.

He held his chest and waited for the pain to pass. No one knew that his legs were not completely immobile, but that he would lose his mobility when the poison flared up. He had gotten used to it all these years and had been sitting in a wheelchair. Everyone thought that his legs were disabled.

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When Song Jiaren returned to her room, she quickly thought about the current situation. Who were the people following Song Yoyo?