Chapter 259 - She Was Deep In Conspiracy But Did Not Realise It (1/2)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“Hmph!” Song Yingjie stared and hummed.
“All right, stop talking and eat,” Song Yajing said.
Ning Qing was a happy girl, little child. How could she not be able to settle him?
Ning Qing was in a good mood and reached out with her chopsticks and got a large drumstick.
But the drumstick was seized by another pair of chopsticks. Before she could exert herself, the drumstick had been taken by Song Yingjie into his bowl.
He looked at her, grinning and biting into the drumstick.
Ning Qing: “…” My drumstick!
…
Song Yajing had found Song Yingjie an aristocratic school here to make up for his cla.s.ses during the summer vacation, so Ning Qing seldom saw Song Yingjie at home, but they had really become enemies.
On the first day, Ning Qing realized that the list of raw materials she had prepared on her desk was missing. She had clearly placed it on the desk, but she could not find it anyway.
She asked a servant, “Did you see anyone touch my list?”
“Replying to Madam, this morning I seemed to have seen Master Yingjie come before he went to school.”
Ning Qing knew it must be him. She took out her cell phone and dialed Song Yingjie’s number, but he hadn’t answered.
That bad boy had dared to not answer her call.
“Ah!” At this time, a scream sounded. Ning Qing looked sideways. It turned out that the servant’s pants had touched the chair while she was cleaning it and had gotten stuck.
Ning Qing looked forward. There was a smell of sticky glue on the chair. It was transparent and could not be noticed without looking at it carefully.
And this chair was where she was supposed to be sitting.
Alright, so that bad boy wanted to stick her down?
Song Yingjie!
Ning Qing clenched her fist.
When Song Yingjie came home after school in the afternoon, Ning Qing quickly caught up with him and asked him, “Hey, Song Yingjie, I haven’t offended you, so why do you keep playing tricks on me?”
Song Yingjie looked back at her and rolled his eyes, which meant — I just don’t like you.
Ning Qing: “You…”
Then Song Yajing came out. “Yingjie, Ning Qing, what are you talking about?”
“Auntie,” said Song Yingjie, pouting in a grievance. He pointed at Ning Qing as he said, “She scolded me just now. She said this is the Lu family home, not the Song’s, and drove me away.”
“Ning Qing! Did you say that?” Song Yajing was immediately stern.
Ning Qing straightened up her small body quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows and said, “Mom, whoever said that is a puppy.”
Song Yajing: “…”
…
Because the purchase list of raw materials was no longer available, Ning Qing had to work overtime and rushed to make another one, causing her to sleep late at night.
The next day, it rained. She got out of the limousine and ran into the villa, but her hair was still wet.
The servant handed the hairdryer to her. “Madam, let me dry your hair for you.”
Ning Qing’s eyes curved as she smiled and took the hairdryer. “Thank you. I’ll dry it myself. You can attend to your own business.”
The servant went away.
Ning Qing found the b.u.t.ton on the hairdryer, pressed it, and the desired warm wind blew out, as well as a stream of flour.
Instantly, Ning Qing’s small face was as white as snow.
The hairdryer slid down from her hand to the ground, and Ning Qing froze. At this moment, with a pfft, Song Yingjie, who was going to school, saw her and laughed heartlessly.
Ning Qing felt the malice coming from all over the world. She jumped up to chase Song Yingjie. “Stupid boy, stop right there!”
“Haha.” Song Yingjie made a face at Ning Qing and ran all the way into the car.
Ning Qing gritted her teeth in anger and looked back, only to see the servants of the Lu family laughing secretly at her funny appearance.
Ning Qing: “…”
…
On the third day, Ning Qing could not bear Song Yingjie’s pranks anymore. This boy was definitely one of the worst people she had ever met.
After a busy afternoon, Ning Qing was sleepy. She went to her guest room at 5 p.m. to take a nap, which lasted until 7 p.m.
Ning Qing was having a beautiful dream. She dreamt that Lu Shaoming was back. She plunged into the warm and broad arms of the man. Lu Shaoming was kissing her.
“Hubby…” Ning Qing pouted her juicy red lips as she cried out sweetly and coquettishly, and she slowly opened her eyes.