Chapter 907 - He did not Want To (1/2)

“Okay.” He raised his hand. “My mission’s accomplished. I’m going to bed now.” He yawned again. He was indeed tired.

“Oh, right.” He returned when he was at the door. “Can’t you tell me if you’ve had plastic surgery?”

Xia Ruoxin touched her face and then nodded. “Yes, I did.”

Jia Xinbao widened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched. “You’re lying.”

He sulked and then walked out. Xia Ruoxin smiled. They called her a liar when she told the truth. So what was she to say so that they would believe her?

She picked up the report again and ripped it up. She tossed it into the trash. She would not save Song Wan. Xia Yixuan could do whatever she wanted.

En, vegetable.

Since Song Wan was already one, she would probably remain that way if it happened again.

She patted her fingers, turned, and went to get herself a glass of water.

After a while, she picked up a cup; but her fingers were cold.

At this time, Xia Yixuan was still massaging Song Wan’s muscles. She placed her hands into her pockets. She had not taken the drug yet, and she was most afraid of Song Wan regaining consciousness. She pulled the blanket open and was about to massage Song Wan’s legs when she smelt a familiar stench.

“Now?” Xia Yixuan covered her nose with both hands and called for the caretakers. They came in and expertly cleaned Song Wan up.

“Okay, I’ll take over.” Xia Yixuan dismissed the two of them.

The caretaker nodded and opened the door to leave. They went off to prepare Song Wan’s food and clean up her discharge.

Xia Yixuan stood up after she saw that the caretakers had left. She took the syringe and drew a little of the drug and injected it into Song Wan’s stomach tube. Her fingers were shaking a little, and her back was drenched when she was done.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up, her eyes full of despise.

“I’ll let you live a few more days. You can die when I marry into the Chu family.”

If it were not for the fact that she had to appear like she cared for Song Wan in front of Chu Lui, Song Wan would be beyond dead now. She would not leave a ticking time bomb by her side.

Even though Chu Lui had not said anything, she had hinted at it many times. Despite that, he had not given her any reply. He wouldn’t make her wait for decades, right? She’d be old and wrinkly then.

No, this couldn’t go on. She gritted her teeth.