Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 547 Threat

"Alright, alright, stop crying now." Susan spoke with a hint of pity for the girl, "You’re my goddaughter now, godmother will take care of you. Isn’t it just calling Ou Jue back? I’ll do it."

Qiao Qianmo’s tears turned into a smile as she wiped her eyes, "But don’t call Brother Ou Jue directly. Call Aunt Ou instead, and don’t tell her it was me who asked for him to come back."

"Got it." Susan nodded, picking up her phone and finding Aunt Ou’s number.

Aunt Ou had contacted Susan before, saying that once Susan finished her surgery, they would bring her back to Hua Country to look after her.

The call connected quickly.

It was early morning where Aunt Ou was. Though still half-asleep, she answered the call, "Ms. Susan?"

"It’s me." Susan’s tone turned a bit stern, "Mrs. Ou, I’m about to undergo surgery, and at this very moment, Young Master Ou has gone back to your country! Instead of staying here with me and Momo, he’s running back to celebrate some other woman’s birthday. What does that make me? What does that make Momo? Looks like our existence means little to the Ou Family!"

Aunt Ou struggled to sit up, "That’s not true."

"In any case, my surgery is tomorrow, and I expect to see Young Master Ou right after it’s done. If not... hmph!"

Qiao Qianmo huddled to one side, listening to Susan threaten the Ou Family. The dark clouds over her mood cleared entirely.

The corners of her lips curled up in triumph. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

...I’m the dividing line...

This birthday celebration was very meaningful, but it truly left everyone exhausted.

That night, Xiyan lay in bed video chatting with An Ran and Ruge.

Xiyan was wearing a face mask: "So, you’re seriously not going back to America?"

Ruge seemed preoccupied, pouting slightly, "No way. Once summer vacation ends, I’m heading to Saint Siya College for registration. I’ll even be in the same class as you guys!"

An Ran was the perfect model student, no matter how tired, he would dutifully write two pages of summer homework every day.

Upon hearing what Ruge said, he looked up sharply from his notebook, "That’s great!"

Xiyan’s schedule had started getting busier, causing her to be absent from school more often.

Now that Ruge was coming back, it felt fantastic.

Xiyan peeled off her face mask, "But honestly... I didn’t expect you to already know Ou Jue and the others. You seem pretty tight with Ji Yanche, huh?"

"Tight my ass." Ruge rolled her eyes, clearly resistant to being in the same frame as Ji Yanche.

"What’s up with that? I think Ji Yanche is great. You have no idea how popular he is—he’s got thousands of fangirls!"

Ruge sighed with exaggerated pity, "What’s the deal with those girls idolizing such a fool?"

An Ran exclaimed, "Hey, I’m one of those fools! I’ve always liked him; he seems so sunny and wholesome, wahhh."

Xiyan teased, "Using today’s lingo, Ji Yanche is like a little puppy..."

Ruge got fired up, "Forget the damn little puppy! Don’t let his innocent looks deceive you!"

Xiyan and An Ran both directed curious stares at Ruge through the screen.

It was pretty obvious... something was going on here.

Ruge coughed lightly, "Anyway, I’ve known him since we were kids. Don’t you think I know exactly what kind of person he is?"

Xiyan and An Ran smirked mischievously in unison, "Ohhh, you grew up together, huh~~"

"Hey! What are you guys thinking? Doesn’t everyone have someone they grew up with? Don’t you?"

An Ran: I don’t.

Xiyan thought of Ye Xisi, who was still lying in a hospital bed...

Tomorrow was the crew’s celebration banquet. After the event, she would try her best to convince Ou Jue to visit Ye Xisi in the hospital together.

Thinking of this, Xiyan yawned, "Alright, I’m logging off. See you guys."

Just as she hung up, a new message popped up on her screen.

[There’s a new update at midnight. Currently, the ranking for July is third. If we can hold steady, there will be dozens of Chapters updated from Friday to Monday. If it doesn’t hold, there will still be some extra updates during the weekend, but the timing might be irregular. Please don’t rush me; trust me, I’m more anxious than you are.]