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Chapter 592: A Familiar Message
Once upon a time, Song Jingwan rejoiced that the Song Yaoyao she hated so much did not look like her.
But now…there was Mu Wei…
Zhou Manli had not returned from her shopping trip, and Song Rui was barely home.
Song Wenchuan came downstairs with his coat slung across his arm and saw Song Jingwan walking in with a sullen face.
“What’s wrong with your hair? Did someone bully you?”
Song Jingwan’s footsteps paused slightly. She clenched the hands beside her and slowly raised her head.
After the argument at the hospital, Song Jingwan had not spoken to Song Wenchuan for a very, very long time. It could not be denied that even now, Song Jingwan still held a grudge against him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Are you still angry?”
Song Wenchuan held his forehead. He handed the coat to the maid. “Wash it.”
“If it’s because of what happened last time, then I apologize to you. My words may have been a little harsh, but Jingwan, I really think that the entertainment industry isn’t suitable for you. You’re very outstanding. At least finish university first. When your personality has settled down and you’ve matured, then I won’t stop you if you still insist on becoming an actress.”
Because of these words, Song Jingwan felt a little better.
She pursed her lips. A layer of mist quickly appeared in her eyes, and her voice was weak, “But I…I really like that industry, Brother. It’s been a long time since I’ve liked something so much. I promise that I won’t fall behind in my studies. Can you help me?”
As long as Song Wenchuan was willing to nod his head, it would be a piece of cake for her to get Mu Wei’s role.
Song Wenchuan closed his eyes and said, “This matter is not negotiable. I won’t help you. If you insist, I won’t stop you.
Unfortunately, Song Jingwan didn’t really care whether she got any help from him, even though Song Wenchuan’s original intention was to make Song Jingwan back down. After all, the college entrance exams were in a few months.
Although with their background, they didn’t care if she could get the top score in the college entrance exam and which college she went to, her grades were the key.
Even if she went to a foreign university, just having money wasn’t enough to get into a higher education institution.
It wasn’t like there wasn’t a more powerful family than the Songs?
“Even if I beg you?”
Song Jingwan held back her tears and laughed out of anger. “Even if I beg you to help me, you won’t do it?”
“Jingwan…” Song Wenchuan’s temples throbbed. “I told you, you should at least get into university first. After that…”
“There is no after! I don’t need you to care about me.”
She turned around with a dark expression and left without looking back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe pretended not to hear Song Wenchuan calling her from behind.
The servant who had worked for the Song Family for more than ten years sighed when she saw this and handed a note to Song Wenchuan. “Young Master, this fell out of your pocket. Ehhh…what happened to Second Miss recently? Did you quarrel with her, Young Master?”
“Okay, you can go back to what you were doing.”
The servant acknowledged him and left to do his work.
Song Wenchuan was the only one left in the living room. He sat in his wheelchair and looked at this home that he had lived in for more than twenty years. Suddenly, he felt a sense of strangeness.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the piece of paper. The familiar folding method made Song Wenchuan feel a sense of absurdity.
From resistance to irritation, and now irony.
In fact, it had not been a long time since he last saw it.
“To Song: Your employees are really terrible at their jobs. I fired a few useless people for you. You’re welcome. Oh, and I used your money to invest and make a small profit. I’ll take some of it. The rest will be considered a reward.”