6: Chapter 6 She was pissed off by Song Yuan

Song Yuan edited a message and sent it to Lin Xueyao: "It's not appropriate for me to go; let Xiao Nianchen pick you up."

After work, Song Yuan drove home alone to his parents' house.

As he entered, his father placed a card in his hand.

"Song Yuan, you're about to start a family, and your father hasn't been able to buy you a decent wedding home. This is your mother's and my savings from these past years; it's enough for a down payment. You and Yao Yao should discuss it thoroughly and choose a house that you both like. The mortgage pressure will be high later, but your mother's and my pensions can help a bit."

Song Yuan's heart felt a bitter ache, and the card in his hand felt heavy.

He didn't dare to say that he and Lin Xueyao had already broken up, nor did he dare to say that the money from selling his grandfather's ancestral home had almost all been squandered.

He returned the card.

"Dad, Mom, this is your hard-earned savings from a lifetime of work. I won't take it. You're at the age to enjoy your retirement; you shouldn't always save for me."

Song Heng gave him a look and then said, "Take it quickly. Your mother hasn't been feeling well lately; don't let her worry."

Song Yuan temporarily put away the card, seeing that the pants his mother was wearing were still the ones he bought for her when he first started working. A pang of sadness went through his heart.

Song Yuan had dinner at home and stayed there tonight instead of returning to the hotel.

Song Yuan looked at the wedding candies piled on the table, suppressing his emotions. He had to find someone to marry in a flash, even if it was just an act; this wedding had to happen!

On the other side, Lin Xueyao waited at the company for half an hour after work. She thought Song Yuan would pick her up and even went to the restroom to touch up her makeup.

But when she returned to her desk, she saw the message Song Yuan had sent.

She was so angry that her hands trembled. What exactly did Song Yuan mean?

If Song Yuan had said such words to her face-to-face, she would have thrown her phone at his face without hesitation!

Lin Xueyao tried to calm herself at her desk for a long time, but she still couldn't suppress the rage in her chest. Song Yuan, he had no chance now.

She wouldn't forgive him easily!

Didn't he tell her to go find Xiao Nianchen? Then she would go!

Lin Xueyao immediately called Xiao Nianchen, but he said the road to her location was jammed and told her to take the subway to his company.

Lin Xueyao was displeased, but then she thought, if he asked her to come to his company, wasn't that an acknowledgment of her status as his girlfriend? Going to the company was good; as the future mistress of the Xiao Family, she would have to go there sooner or later.

Thinking this, Lin Xueyao's mood improved. She squeezed into the subway with her tens-of-thousands-yuan handbag.

It was rush hour, the busiest time for the subway. Lin Xueyao hadn't taken the subway in three years; ever since she got together with Song Yuan, he had always driven her to and from work.

No matter how busy he was, he would never let her squeeze onto the subway.

Lin Xueyao clutched her beloved bag. The foul smell in the subway almost made her vomit, and the greasy man behind her kept pushing against her. She swore she would never take the subway again.

She couldn't stand it, and neither could her bag; her makeup was about to be smudged.

After two transfers, she finally reached her destination.

Lin Xueyao exited the subway station and called Xiao Nianchen to ask for his company's detailed address, but Xiao Nianchen didn't give it, only telling her to wait where she was.

Lin Xueyao waited another ten minutes or so before Xiao Nianchen's car slowly drove up.

After getting in the car, Lin Xueyao was a little unhappy; whatever was on her mind was clearly visible on her face. She thought Xiao Nianchen had asked her to come to his company to officially announce their relationship, but instead, he made her wait at the subway entrance.

Song Yuan would never make her wait; he was always the first to arrive for every date.

Xiao Nianchen just glanced at her, said nothing, and drove straight back home.

Xiao Nianchen opened the door and took out a pair of women's slippers.

"Princess, behold your future home!"

Lin Xueyao's eyes lit up when she heard him say this, and her earlier displeasure vanished.

She walked around the house, satisfied with everything. It was wonderful to be rich; this was a house Song Yuan could never afford in his lifetime. Her choice couldn't be wrong.

Xiao Nianchen hugged her from behind.

"Yao Yao, long time no see. Have you missed me?"

As Xiao Nianchen hugged her, his hands began to wander, trying to slip under her clothes.

Lin Xueyao grabbed his hand.

"Brother Nianchen, I'm a little hungry. Let's eat first..."

Xiao Nianchen looked at her directly.

"Can I eat you after dinner?"

Lin Xueyao blushed and said nothing. Xiao Nianchen pushed her into the kitchen.

"Mrs. Xiao, make dinner. I'm hungry..."

Lin Xueyao's mind buzzed. He wanted her to cook? She had never cooked before; at home, Song Yuan never even let her into the kitchen.

She asked incredulously, "Me, cook?"

Xiao Nianchen nodded. "It's just the two of us in this house. If you don't cook, who will?"

"Brother Nianchen, I've never cooked before. I don't know how!"

A hint of disappointment flashed across Xiao Nianchen's face.

"Then I'll order takeout. Before the food arrives, how about we..."

His gaze became scorching, making Lin Xueyao feel uncomfortable all over. She was clearly there to catch up, but it felt like Xiao Nianchen only had one thing on his mind.

"Brother Nianchen, don't be so eager. You will marry me, won't you?"

Before she could finish, Xiao Nianchen kissed her, picked her up in his arms, and walked towards the bedroom. He coaxed her in a low, hoarse voice, "Of course I'll marry you. I came back this time just to marry you."

Xiao Nianchen had only taken a few steps with her when the sound of the door opening came from behind.

Xiao Nianchen stopped, slowly put her down, and Lin Xueyao, not knowing what had happened, looked back to see a heavily bejeweled rich lady glaring at them with a furious expression.

"Xiao Nianchen, is there no limit to your playfulness? You're about to get engaged, and you're bringing disreputable women home. If Xiao Gu finds out, how are we going to survive in Beijing?!"

Xiao Nianchen awkwardly scratched his head.

"Mom, why did you just come in without knocking first...?"

Mrs. Xiao glared at her son, then transferred all her anger to Lin Xueyao. She quickly walked over and slapped Lin Xueyao hard.

"You vixen! My son is about to get engaged, and you're still trying to seduce him. Look at yourself; what kind of trash are you to think you can enter our Xiao Family's door?

If you dare to cause his engagement to fall through, just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Several finger marks immediately appeared on Lin Xueyao's delicate face. Lin Xueyao was stunned by the slap; no one had ever hit her like that in her life.

She stared at Xiao Nianchen with reddened eyes. More unbearable than the slap itself was Xiao Nianchen's attitude. He just watched his mother hit her without stopping or showing any reaction.

It was as if she deserved to be hit.

Even more hateful, he was about to get engaged yet tricked her into coming to his house!