The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Chapter 778: I’m Sorry, But I Don’t Want Kids (1)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

An Xiaxia was genuinely shocked by her impudence.

Had Song Qingwan forgotten that just an hour ago, she had been trying to kill An Xiaxia with a glass shard?

So, Song Qingwan’s life should be cherished, but not An Xiaxia’s?

“Song Qingwan, you’re so... ridiculous.” An Xiaxia was utterly speechless. Sheng Yize put it more plainly and threatened her with a raised eyebrow. “If you’re in so much pain, how about I make it stop forever?”

Song Qingwan shuddered. She then recalled that unknown shooter and broke into a cold sweat.

If that person had aimed at her head...

She screamed, “Mummy, I don’t want to die! Help me!”

Chu Zhiyun cursed inwardly and with a grim face, she asked the doctor to take Song Qingwan away. She then straightened her clothes and walked toward the door with her most elegant gait.

Sheng Yize said suddenly, “Ms. Chu, is Song Qingwan really Mr. Song’s daughter?”

Chu Zhiyun halted, her heart racing.

Gosh... what did he mean? Had he discovered that secret...

“Of course she is. We did a paternity test for Qingwan and Mr. Song before!” Chu Zhiyun smiled gracefully, revealing nothing on her face.

“Did you run a test with her, then?” Sheng Yize gave her a knowing smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Chu Zhiyun pretended to be offended and quickly walked out.

Her heel caught on some debris on the stairs outside and she sprained her ankle.

Her forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

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In the villa.

“Ah! My paintings!” An Xiaxia cried out, then trotted out to get her paintings.

Sheng Yize followed her out. Seeing An Xiaxia carefully wipe the paintings clean, he said softly, “Cheer up. The paintings can be mended. I’ll get someone to patch them up for you.”

“Hm...” An Xiaxia said in a dispirited voice. “Make my mum pretty again.”

“Then I guess they’ll have to paint you instead.” Sheng Yize flirted in a serious tone.

An Xiaxia sniffled. “I think she’s so much prettier than I am.”

Sheng Yize didn’t say anything else. He rubbed her head and comforted her in silence.

“My grandparents are both gone... I don’t have any relatives left on my mother’s side.” An Xiaxia sighed. “Before he died, Mr. Song made arrangements for my mother’s ashes to be moved here so that they could be buried together. Honestly, I don’t understand this man. Did he love my mother or not?”

They shared a bed in life and a grave in death. He probably had loved her.

An Xiaxia felt quite sentimental for a moment. She then proposed, “Let’s be buried together after we’re dead!”

Sheng Yize narrowed his eyes, his gaze intense. “Oh? Is that your confession of love?”

“Of course not. I just think it’s more economical that way!” Graves were so expensive nowadays!

Sheng Yize was speechless.

Her phone then began to ring and An Xiaxia picked up. it was from Chi Yuanfeng.

“Fengfeng, what’s wrong?”

Chi Yuanfeng sounded troubled. “Shanshan has appendicitis and she’s getting an operation right now, but I’m stuck at an event with a group of fans... sob , Xiaxia, go check up on her for me, please!”

An Xiaxia had Sheng Yize drive her to the hospital right away.

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Meanwhile.

The bullet in Song Qingwan’s calf was removed. After disappearing for hours, Chu Zhiyun finally showed up.

“Mummy, where were you? I needed you!” Song Qingwan complained.

Chu Zhiyun caressed her cheek tenderly. “Qingwan, An Xiaxia took what’s yours and did this to you. Are you just going to let it pass?”