This chapter is broken. Please report this on discord.
[Challenge Goal 2 :
Mission: Reach 7 reviews for this novel on NovelUpdates.
Reward: One additional chapter.
Progress: 3/7.]
NovelUpdate Link: Here
If you have any question or doubt about this novel you can ask me in the iNoveltranslation Discord Server in the dedicated channel of the novel-discussion section
"Bro! If we wait any longer, I'll be able to crawl into a pyramid and cosplay as a mummy!"
Song Xinmei stood outside the mansion, stamping her feet from the heat.
But she used too much force, and her high heel got stuck in a crack in the floor tiles. After pulling it out with great difficulty, she was even angrier.
'That damn butler, who knows what's wrong with him.'
After calling Song Junzhu, he didn't even let them have a sip of water, just made them wait outside.
Fuck!
What kind of person is this!
Song Xinmei cursed.
"I really don't know what kind of crazy Song Junzhu is having. She was a lunatic as a child, and she's still a lunatic as an adult! She has so much money, it's not like she's bankrupt. What kind of shitty property management is this!"
On such a hot day, Song Yaozu, in his suit and leather shoes, was also hot enough.
But there was no helping it.
He didn't dare to leave and could only continue to wait.
At this moment, Song Yaozu was extremely envious of the dress Song Xinmei was wearing.
At least the wind could blow and cool things down underneath!
Song Xinmei beside him was still not content, chattering noisily, increasing the irritation in Song Yaozu's heart.
He directly interrupted Song Xinmei's complaints and raised his voice.
"This Western-style house is a nationally protected building. One of them is worth I don't know how many billions. And you say it's shitty property management?"
Song Xinmei shrank her neck and said timidly, "I was just complaining a little."
"Aiya, bro~~~"
Seeing that Song Yaozu was in a bad mood, Song Xinmei trotted over to his side in her high heels, gently shook his arm, and said in a nice and pleasant tone, "I'm your sister. Don't be like this."
If you want two people to shake hands and make peace, then you need a common enemy.
Song Xinmei knew this well.
"If you want to blame someone, it's all Song Junzhu's fault!"
"I don't know what Grandma was thinking. She even made a will before she died, splitting the inheritance in half. Half was left to that lunatic Song Junzhu, and the other half was all put into a trust."
"And now look. She's living so carefree after snatching such a huge chunk of Grandma's inheritance."
"Our whole family still has to get money from the trust every month. If we want to get a little more from the trust, we have to get Song Junzhu's signature. Grandma is so biased!"
Song Yaozu let out a cold snort. The long wait had made him impatient.
He wanted to run his fingers through his hair irritably, but then he remembered the styling product in his hair and sullenly withdrew his hand.
Right.
'It's all Song Junzhu's fault.'
If Song Junzhu didn't want that inheritance, would we be stuck sweating in the sun on a day this hot?
What does a woman need so much money for? In the end, won't she have to take it to her husband's family once she's married?!
Click.
The high gate opened.
Song Yaozu and Song Xinmei instantly stood up straight, wanting to welcome Song Junzhu.
The next second.
The well-mannered butler smiled. "Two guests, Miss Song invites you to the reception hall."
Damn it!
I got all worked up for nothing!
Is this Song Junzhu some kind of Empress Dowager? I have to be announced several times just to see her?
Fuck!
Song Yaozu and Song Xinmei looked at each other, their eyes full of disgust.
...
Reception Hall.
Song Junzhu lay lazily in a rocking chair by the window, a long, thin ladies' cigarette between her fingers.
Amidst the swirling smoke, her stunning face was blurred.
She didn't like to smoke.
But whenever she saw anyone from that family, she would feel a violent desire for destruction in her body. She had no choice but to vent it through smoking.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock on the door.
"Miss Song, the two guests have arrived."
"Come in."
The door opened.
A man and a woman came in, both with the same brilliant smile on their faces.
Song Junzhu glanced at them and immediately turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.
Tsk.
Their smiles are so greasy. If you put them in a frying pan, you could render two pounds of lard.
The butler stood at the door and said politely.
"Miss Song, we will be waiting outside. Please call us at any time."
"Mm."
'No, bro?'
Song Yaozu looked at the butler in disbelief.
Fuck!
'You're so fucking professional. Why didn't you let us in to sit and wait just now?!'
I was baked into that sorry state outside, and you didn't even look at me?
The butler smiled kindly at Song Yaozu and closed the door.
As soon as the door closed...
Song Xinmei wiggled her hips and quickly moved in front of Song Junzhu, extending her hand to hold hers.
"Sister~~~ I haven't seen you for so long. I miss you so much."
Song Junzhu immediately moved her hand, which was resting on the armrest, making Song Xinmei's hand miss.
Song Xinmei's expression paused for a moment, and she forcibly tried to grab Song Junzhu's arm.
Smack!
Song Junzhu couldn't be bothered to act out the scene of brotherly and sisterly affection. She directly gave her a crisp one.
"Don't touch me."
Song Xinmei was stunned by the slap, unable to come back to her senses for a moment.
Damn it!
Song Junzhu, you fucking lunatic!
'Don't you know not to hit a smiling face?!'
(TL: A Chinese Idiom/Saying.)
Song Yaozu was dying of laughter in his heart.
'Didn't you see that Song Junzhu didn't want people to touch her? And this idiot Song Xinmei still went up to her?'
Heh.
He still has to do it!
Song Yaozu quickly stepped forward and pulled Song Xinmei behind him.
He put on a smiling face, squeezed his butt, and used the most cutesy voice of his life.
"Sister, don't mind her. She's just not observant. It's such a hot day, why shake hands!"
Song Yaozu squatted down beside the rocking chair and said with a lifted corner of his mouth.
"Sister, we haven't seen each other for so long. You're really getting prettier and prettier..."
Smack!
Song Junzhu also gave him a crisp one.
(TL: K.O.)
Okay.
Now Song Yaozu couldn't smile either.
Song Junzhu took a drag of her cigarette. The white smoke blurred her eyes. She said faintly.
"Stay away from me."
Song Yaozu gritted his teeth and put on a smile again. He pulled Song Xinmei to a sofa not far away and said with a laugh.
"Thank you, sister. This is because you're worried we'll inhale second-hand smoke. Sister still cares about us."
Song Xinmei: ???
Holy f*ck!
'You can even say it like that?!'
Just to prevent you from inhaling second-hand smoke, so she gave us each a slap?
Do you have no shame!
Heh.
Song Junzhu let out a chuckle. She had still underestimated the thickness of these two's skin.
Sigh...
Song Junzhu looked at the scenery outside the window and couldn't help but think.
If Lu Xing had said that, he would have been many, many times cuter than Song Yaozu.
Because Song Yaozu's eyes were full of greed.
Only Lu Xing.
Blinking his eyes like a small animal, although his mouth was full of lies, his eyes were so sincere, as if you(I) were the whole world, making people unable to bear to blame him.
Thinking of Lu Xing, she wondered if he was studying, if he had run into a problem he couldn't solve...
Song Junzhu was a little regretful that she had come out. It was simply a waste of time!
She propped up her head, looked back at Song Yaozu and Song Xinmei, and said coldly.
"If you have something to say, say it. Don't waste time."
Song Junzhu herself was stunning and domineering. Plus, she taught at a university, so her whole person had the aura of a teacher.
'Scary.'
'Really scary!'
Song Xinmei pushed Song Yaozu to make him speak. Song Yaozu pushed Song Xinmei back to make her speak.
Seeing the two of them about to fight like dogs, Song Junzhu was fed up.
"If you're not going to say it, I'm leaving."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't, don't, don't, sis. There's really something!"
Song Yaozu gritted his teeth and finally got it out.
"Our parents' business has a little problem. They need some money. Our parents were thinking of asking you to come home for a meal, discuss this matter, and then sign a paper."
"How much?"
"A hundred million."
"A hundred million?" Song Junzhu sneered.
"What 'little problem' needs that much money?"
She stood up, and her strong presence made Song Yaozu and Song Xinmei not dare to look up.
This was also what the two of them hated most about Song Junzhu.
She was always so domineering, always aloof and distant, always suppressing everyone.
So annoying!
Song Junzhu walked up to the two of them, crossed her arms, and sneered.
"Have you been reading too many novels? Do you really think money grows on trees?"
Song Yaozu trembled. The feeling of being utterly suppressed returned instantly. He tried to play the warmth card.
"No, no, sister. What our parents mean is, even if we don't talk about money, they hope you can come home for a meal."
He kicked Song Xinmei hard, telling her to help him speak.
Song Xinmei was still reeling from that slap and wasn't fully present. Being urged to speak, she said blankly:
"Sister, our parents were a little strict with you back then, but it was all to cultivate you. Look now, the country needs top talents like you for any project."
Heh.
'If it weren't for Song Junzhu's professional strength being too strong and her being backed by the country, they would have absolutely made this woman disappear without a sound!'
Song Yaozu nodded and kept cajoling.
"That's right, sister. You are our parents' first daughter. They were just a little clumsy, but they really love you."
"Didn't you love our mom's home-cooked food the most? Our mom said you love her stir-fried pork with green peppers the most. As long as you come back to the capital, our mom will definitely make it for you!"
Song Junzhu didn't speak anymore.
The dead silence made Song Yaozu not dare to speak either. His brain was spinning wildly, trying to figure out where he had said the wrong thing!
After a long while.
Song Junzhu's voice was filled with a heavy fatigue that could not be dispelled.
"Do you all not know that I'm allergic to green peppers?"
'Boring.'
'So boring.'
Her last fantasy about this family also vanished.
It would be better to go and tutor Lu Xing on a derivative problem instead.
...
After leaving the reception hall, Song Junzhu felt as if she were in another world.
She had lived in that family for so many years, and her own mother pointed to her allergen and said it was her favorite food.
Haha.
Funny.
Really funny.
Song Junzhu tugged at the corners of her mouth, but couldn't smile at all.
She liked to do problems, to do research, to escape into the world of science.
Sometimes.
She would suddenly not be able to tell what year it was, what time period it was.
Song Junzhu lowered her head and stared at her hands.
Is she really alive?
"Professor Song!"
A clear voice interrupted her thoughts.
Song Junzhu looked up.
Lu Xing struck a cool pose and handed a fluffy pink thing to her.
"Beauty, please have a bite."
Song Junzhu smiled, her eyes glistening. That's right. She was truly alive, living in a world with Lu Xing.
"So greasy."
Lu Xing chuckled, stuffed it into Song Junzhu's hand, and muttered to himself.
"Is it greasy? I think it's very handsome."
Staring at the pink, cloud-like thing in her hand, Song Junzhu didn't speak anymore.
Very handsome.
Really very handsome.
The hero who has saved me from the illusory world a thousand times.
Very handsome.
...
...