No One Will Inherit My Wealth

Chapter 9: Chapter 9 I Feel Disgusted Breathing the Same Air as You

Translator: CTCTRANS Editor: CTCTRANS

Qian Xiao had an expression of professionalism. “The living room is ready. Please follow me there. Ms. Lu has her nose running from the night breeze!”

Qingzhi was speechless.

Her tears had flowed to her nose due to her fake crying.

Qingzhi sat on the sofa in the luxurious living room, holding a cup of hot milk. Her shoulders were trembling, and she was still quietly sobbing.

Song Yan became increasingly angry. What else could she do besides tattling and crying?

“Qingzhi, stop crying. I’ll give you an explanation for this!” Mr. Song turned to look at the sullen-faced Song Yan.

“Starting today, I’ll freeze all your cards. Your car and house will be taken back. You’ll live here with Qingzhi. When you reconcile with her, you can have your things back from the Songs!”

“Grandpa!” Song Yan was shocked.

Tears welled up in Qingzhi’s eyes, on the verge of falling but not entirely.

This wasn’t a punishment for Song Yan. It was a punishment for her!

“Grandpa, please calm down. Please don’t treat Song Yan like this! He doesn’t like me, and I’m worried that keeping him here will make him uncomfortable!”

Qingzhi’s heart ached as if it were bleeding. Having Song Yan, this scoundrel, right under her nose made her world feel dark and bleak.

Once Mr. Song had spoken, there was no turning back. He angrily tapped his cane and glared at Song Yan, saying, “I’ve ordered someone to watch outside the Lus’ mansion. I’ll break your legs if you dare to leave the Lus’ mansion!”

After saying this, he glared at Huo Jiting, who was standing next to Qingzhi.

In his opinion, this man was much more cunning than his beloved grandson. He couldn’t allow such a dishonest man to seize an advantage, so he had to let Song Yan stay.

“Qingzhi, aren’t you happy I keep Song Yan here?” Mr. Song was a bit puzzled. He couldn’t help but feel that Qingzi’s mood had suddenly changed, and today’s Qingzhi seemed different in some way.

“I’m delighted! But I can’t be selfish and only think about my happiness. I want Song Yan to be happy, too, so please, Grandpa, don’t make things difficult for him. Let him go!” Qingzhi raised her chubby cheeks, her eyes shining brightly.

“Okay, Qingzhi, as long as you’re happy! If I say he should stay, then he should stay!”

Song Yan’s face grew darker and darker. Qingzhi was genuinely going to great lengths to keep him by her side.

Grandma Zhou personally escorted Mr. Song out. As soon as the two elderly left the living room, Qingzhi’s expression changed instantly. She handed the milk cup to Qian Xiao and said, “Drink it!”

Qian Xiao finished the milk in one gulp and asked, “Miss, how should we arrange for these two gentlemen?”

“I remember there’s a guest room next to my bedroom …”

“Lu Qingzhi, you must be dreaming!” Song Yan slammed his teacup onto the table. “Don’t even talk about living next to you. I feel disgusted just breathing the same air as you!”

Qingzhi squinted her eyes and smiled. “Of course, I respect your wishes. But living in this villa, we’ll be breathing the same air. Qian Xiao, is there any space available in the doghouse outside? Clear one out for him!”

“The doghouse is full. There’s no space!” With his prim and proper expression, Qian Xiao also looked somewhat surprised.

How could Ms. Lu bear to let Mr. Song live in a doghouse?

She used to speak of Song Yan with admiration, eager to give him the best things in the world.

“This won’t do, Qian Xiao. It’s not right. There should have been an extra space in the doghouse for him. How about you make my dogs squeeze a bit? We must find a place for him!”