Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 467 - 438: Jun, You Liangsheng: Take Responsibility for My Work 3
Jian Liangtong’s expression was somewhat complex. She looked up at him and nodded.
Jian Liangtong bent down to sit in the car, and suddenly a hand reached through from the side gap, grabbing her arm.
Jian Liangtong’s arm felt slightly numb as she looked over in shock.
Song Yun’s petite figure squeezed in through the small gap between Huo Shaojun and the car body, her face flushed red from the effort.
In Jian Liangtong’s mind, an untimely thought popped up: A small figure, containing great energy!
Huo Shaojun seemed not to have anticipated Song Yun’s move; his cold eyes faltered momentarily before quickly turning stern, and he reached out to seize Song Yun’s wrist.
Song Yun immediately cried out in pain, suddenly releasing Jian Liangtong’s arm, holding her own wrist with a face full of disbelief and hurt as she looked at Huo Shaojun, "Huo Shaojun, for her, you actually laid hands on me?"
"No one can touch her!" Huo Shaojun glared grimly at Song Yun, his tone harsh.
Song Yun was frightened by the chilling gleam in his eyes, her face turning pale, lips trembling, unable to say a word.
Huo Shaojun pressed his lips together grimly, not giving Song Yun another glance, shut the car door, walked around the front of the car, and sat in the driver’s seat.
The next moment, the car shot out like an arrow in front of Song Yun.
Song Yun stood rigidly, woodenly watching as the car disappeared from her view, the pallor on her face lingering long.
A slender hand suddenly rested on Song Yun’s shoulder from behind.
Song Yun slightly trembled, her eyes filled with tears, unsure whether from fright or grievance.
She choked back sobs, slowly turned her head to look at the woman standing behind her, lips moving, "Seeing me so miserable, you must be very happy, right?"
"Why should I be happy? What relationship do you have with me?" The woman’s voice was soft and gentle, like a breeze, pleasing to the ear.
Song Yun sneered, stiffening her neck, stubbornly holding back tears, "You mean to say we have no relationship at all, so it doesn’t matter how I am, it’s not worth your emotional investment, right? But if you’re truly as indifferent as you say, shouldn’t you have pretended not to see anything and turned away? Why did you come over? Wen Sirou, since I was fifteen, you’ve been waiting to see my every miserable moment since you killed Sisi, haven’t you? What are you pretending now?"
Wen Sirou raised her eyebrows in surprise, shook her head with a smile, "Is that what you think? Haha..."
Wen Sirou lowered her eyes with a smile, her fair cheeks taking on a charming blush.
Song Yun stared at her smiling face, her eyes momentarily dazed.
There’s no denying Wen Sirou was truly beautiful, her beauty transcendent, untouchable by worldly concerns, appearing devoid of desires, like a pure lotus unsullied by mud.
Yet, her smiling visage was like a peony, strikingly beautiful, charming and delicate, capturing attention.
In the moment Song Yun was lost in thought, Wen Sirou abruptly withdrew her smile, gazing at Song Yun with icy eyes as cold as frost.
Song Yun was startled, unconsciously stepping back two paces.
Wen Sirou lightly curled her lips, tightened the hand on her shoulder, pulling her back instantly.
Song Yun nearly cried out.
Wen Sirou held a slender finger to her lips, and once Song Yun had swallowed back all her cries, her graceful face slowly drew closer, luminescent lips pressing against her trembling ear, saying word by word, "I came to tell you, heed carefully what Huo Shaojun told you. No one can touch her. Whoever touches her, I will deal with. If you don’t want to end up like Sisi, then don’t do anything foolish, understand?"
Song Yun’s eyes reddened, purely from fear!
Song Yun trembled uncontrollably, tears stuck at the corner of her eyes, she looked at Wen Sirou, speaking hoarsely, "Do you like her?"
"She is my friend, of course I like her." Wen Sirou blinked, returning to normal swiftly, released Song Yun’s shoulder, even smiled as she met her gaze, "So, you went into the police station the other day, huh?"
Song Yun’s eyes flickered, biting her lower lip, staring at her without speaking.
Wen Sirou didn’t mind, turned and headed into Yu Xiangju.
"Wen Sirou, don’t forget, we were once best friends!" Song Yun yelled at her back.
Wen Sirou paused abruptly, her expression quickly turning grim, coldly looked back at her, "Don’t let me hear such words again because it’s foolish!"
With that, Wen Sirou turned and quickened her pace heading inside.
Song Yun watched Wen Sirou’s departing figure, contempt and sarcasm flickered quickly in her eyes.
An eerie silence followed, the Bentley stopped at the entrance of Jian Liangtong’s neighborhood, Jian Liangtong holding a takeaway bag in one hand unbuckled the seatbelt with the other, then pushed open the car door to get out.
Huo Shaojun lightly furrowed his brow, "Is there nothing you want to say to me?"
Jian Liangtong hesitated, didn’t look back, "Drive carefully on your way back."
Huo Shaojun’s brow furrowed deeper, watching Jian Liangtong from behind, "Besides that."
"..." Jian Liangtong was silent for a moment, suddenly took two deep breaths, half leaning towards the car door, she sat back straight, turned to look at Huo Shaojun, "You and Song Yun..."
"Just schoolmates, nothing more." Huo Shaojun said before Jian Liangtong could finish asking.
Jian Liangtong’s mouth twitched slightly, already feeling unnatural, and now she was even more uncomfortable, her face reddened as she pursed her lips awkwardly, moving her gaze away from his face, a fake cough masking her embarrassment.
Huo Shaojun still frowned, "Do you believe it?"
Jian Liangtong touched her slightly red ear and muttered softly, "Whatever you say it is, since only you and she know what really happened."
"..." Huo Shaojun pressed his lips. He was used to being himself, explaining things was still a bit difficult for him.
But Jian Liangtong’s little demeanor clearly believed that he and Song Yun had something in the past.
Who he cares about, only she doesn’t know, but doesn’t he himself know?
Huo Shaojun took a light breath and suddenly reached over to pull Jian Liangtong over from the passenger seat.
Her cheeks turned bright red, and Jian Liangtong was both embarrassed and fiercely shy, struggling to get off his lap.
Huo Shaojun firmly held her waist, not letting go, even taking her burning earlobe into his mouth as Jian Liangtong trembled violently.
Huo Shaojun looked at her appearance, both angry and amused.
This woman, doesn’t she realize he’s trying to explain and... confess to her? What reaction?!
Pulling down her hands, Huo Shaojun held her face with one hand, pressing his high nose against her slightly sweaty nose, gazing at her intently, saying, "In the future, it will only be you."
Jian Liangtong’s long eyelashes fluttered shyly, her apricot eyes looking at him with a glistening gaze, pursing her lips, not knowing what to say, but she didn’t struggle anymore.
Huo Shaojun’s pupils glanced at her lips, swiftly pecked her before saying, "Tongtong, I will never let go of your hand again."
Jian Liangtong looked at him, still not knowing how to respond to him.
Her heart vaguely realized what he was doing to her.
Pink bubbles gurgled up at her heart, and describing her current mood as a heart pounding with excitement couldn’t be more appropriate.
Seeing her face getting redder, Huo Shaojun’s heart stirred, and without hesitation, he captured her lips.
After a commotion, it inevitably turned into a tender, inseparable embrace.
By the time Jian Liangtong got home, more than half an hour had passed.
As she opened the door and went in, a sweet smile was still etched on Jian Liangtong’s lips, and the happiness in her eyes was so intense it was impossible to ignore.
But her appearance, seen by He Xinyun and Jian Ningfeng, was like a storm brewing.
He Xinyun’s face turned pale, both hands tightly clenched, knuckles white.
Jian Ningfeng’s face also displayed deep worry.
Seeing He Xinyun and Jian Ningfeng in the living room, Jian Liangtong seemed to be struck by lightning, stunned on the spot.
He Xinyun held back, using almost all her self-control, forcing herself not to look at her slightly swollen lips, "You’re back."
He Xinyun spoke, though her tone was restrained, a tension was still audible.
The afternoon’s unpleasant parting instantly flooded Jian Liangtong’s mind.
Jian Liangtong lowered her eyelashes, slowly walked over, placed the packed food on the long table in front of the sofa, and then looked at He Xinyun and Jian Ningfeng, saying, "Mom, Dad, I brought your favorite dishes, let’s eat first."
He Xinyun nodded anxiously, standing up, "I’ll go to the kitchen to get the dishes."
"Mom, let me do it," Jian Liangtong hurriedly said.
He Xinyun stopped in her tracks, looking at Jian Liangtong.
But Jian Liangtong didn’t dare to meet her eyes, "I’ll do it."
Saying so, Jian Liangtong turned and walked quickly towards the kitchen.
As Jian Liangtong turned, He Xinyun’s body shook violently.
Jian Ningfeng was startled, quickly getting up to support her, looking at his wife with concern, "Honey."
He Xinyun rested her forehead on Jian Ningfeng’s arm, her voice hoarse, "What should we do?"
Jian Ningfeng didn’t have time to answer before Jian Liangtong returned from the kitchen with two sets of dishes.
Seeing He Xinyun leaning against Jian Ningfeng, while Jian Ningfeng’s face was full of worry, Jian Liangtong’s heart sank sharply, quickly walking over, "What’s wrong with Mom?"
He Xinyun’s body froze, one hand slightly covering her eyes as she lifted her head from Jian Ningfeng’s arm. A few seconds later, she removed her hand from her eyes and looked at Jian Liangtong, saying, "Mom’s fine."
Jian Liangtong stared at her bloodshot eyes, lips pursed tightly.
He Xinyun and Jian Ningfeng ate little, both in poor spirits, as if with a heavy stone hanging over them, full of worries.
Jian Liangtong sat on the sofa, lightly frowning, quietly watching He Xinyun and Jian Ningfeng, her apricot eyes filled with confusion.
"Tongtong, lately your grandmother hasn’t been well. Your father and I plan to go to the countryside tomorrow to see her, and you’re coming with us." He Xinyun put down her chopsticks, suddenly speaking, her tone not seeking consent but stating a decision.
