Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 473 She Will Become More and More Well-behaved

Chapter 473: Chapter 473 She Will Become More and More Well-behaved

Xia Xindong said to Song Mingsheng, who was buried in devouring his Xiaolongbao with relish, "Little Asheng, don’t go anywhere; just stick with me."

Little Asheng, without lifting his head from his eating, nodded vigorously.

His cheeks were stuffed full, bulging out on both sides.

He looked like a little hamster.

Xia Xindong then looked over at Song Mingbo, whose hands were under the table, fingers moving swiftly.

Xia Xindong felt a headache coming on.

Without a doubt, Abo was calculating something.

Isn’t it said that fortune-tellers shouldn’t divine for those close to them? Why does Abo have no such scruples?

Of course, that was not the main point; the main point was that Little Nuan hadn’t come down for quite a while, and he had just found out she was over by the Princess Room.

Then, he also told the waiter who relayed the message not to let him up there.

He didn’t know what Little Nuan was up to, but since she insisted, he really dared not go up and ruin her plans.

But how could he not worry?

He hadn’t even had a sip of rice porridge till now.

He felt that if he continued like this, he was going to die young.

Just then, Han Chen suddenly popped into his head, gleefully saying, "Haha, I don’t know why, but I am not envious of your life right now. Once I find that bastard Wang Kai, I’ll merge with you.

That kid doesn’t seem to be a threat either. But since he’s always asleep, just ignore him."

Xia Xindong laughed.

Not envious? Is that out of fear of Little Nuan?

He clearly hadn’t forgotten what Little Nuan said in the cell where he was locked up yesterday before she left, threatening Han Chen.

"Behave and you can live a few more days; disobey, and I’ll snip you out!"

Little Nuan wasn’t joking; she was serious.

He ignored Han Chen and turned to Song Yunuan, "Let’s eat first; after we finish, we can go out together."

Since they were to attend a banquet, he wanted to buy a formal evening gown for Little Nuan to wear.

Song Yunuan waved her hand and said, "No need, the dress I brought will do just fine."

Xia Xindong didn’t insist.

After all, the dress big sister had made for Little Nuan was really beautiful.

Little Nuan said it was a custom design, one of a kind in the world.

Little Asheng finally lifted his head, gazing eagerly at Song Yunuan, "Sister, can I go too?"

Song Yunuan replied, "That’s not a good place. In the future, if I get a chance, I’ll take you to a better banquet than this one."

Song Mingbo whispered, "Though it’s a trap laid at a banquet, there’s no danger or surprise."

Xia Xindong slapped the back of his head in anger.

Talking about this here would just excite Little Nuan even more, wouldn’t it?

Song Yunuan seemed to enjoy seeing her little uncle like this.

He was indeed a lot livelier.

Especially since arriving in Xiangjiang.

She had thought he would be very grim and repressed.

Xia Xindong: ...

I’d like to be repressed, but could you three let me?

Zhong Shaoqing, sitting across the table, was quietly and docilely eating her food, not uttering a word.

As Little Nuan was going with him, how should he protect her?

But then he deflated, thinking how capable Little Nuan was; she didn’t need his protection.

However, even so, he still needed to find a way to keep Little Nuan from even the slightest trouble.

At this moment, Ai Ni, in the swimming pool, truly dared not climb out.

She had driven the others away with her curses and was just swimming back and forth in the pool.

While swimming, she glared intently at the opposite wall clock.

Forty more minutes.

Damned bitch Song Yunuan, she wasn’t really going to come, was she?

Agitated and lost, she yelled at her staring mother, "What are you looking at me for? Go away, stop looking at me."

Third Mrs. Ai was also angry.

When she entered the room just now, she saw her daughter swimming in the pool with a face full of resentment.

Something was clearly amiss.

Then she pressed for answers, but her daughter insisted they had merely chatted.

No matter how she probed, she wouldn’t say anything else.

It was the first time she’d seen a daughter like this, too frightened to speak up about being wronged.

She furiously threatened to confront Song Yunuan but was vehemently stopped by her daughter.

What on earth was going on?

Third Mrs. Ai felt a chill in her heart.

Seeing her daughter urging her to leave, she prepared to go, planning to seek out Song Yunuan downstairs in the restaurant for questioning.

She had just taken a few steps when she was called back by her daughter again.

Reluctantly, she returned.

"Mummy, squat down so I can whisper in your ear," Ai Ni urged, her voice tense.

In hushed, rapid tones, Ai Ni said beside the Third Mrs. Ai’s ear, "Mummy, do you know anyone who’s exceptionally skilled, one of the top experts in the world? We’re willing to pay a large sum, at any cost, to have Song Yunuan killed!"

By now, Third Mrs. Ai knew exactly who Song Yunuan was.

The old master had specifically warned her not to provoke trouble.

"... What exactly happened? You need to explain clearly, so we can figure out what to do," the Third Mrs. Ai said, not finding the idea objectionable.

It was quite normal for accidents to happen here.

But she needed to know why, so she could have an answer when the old master inquired later.

"Mummy, don’t ask anymore, just go find someone," Ai Ni urged impatiently.

The next moment, a sinister voice sounded behind them.

"Find someone? Whom are you looking for?"

Ai Ni looked up, her eyes wide with terror at the sight of Song Yunuan, who had appeared like a ghost beside the swimming pool.

When had she arrived?

Why hadn’t she seen anyone or heard footsteps, and why hadn’t the caretaker reported her presence?

Third Mrs. Ai let out a cry of alarm with Ai Ni, both shouting in terror.

Soon after, the Third Mrs. Ai lost her footing and fell by the poolside, splashing grandly into the water the next second.

Song Yunuan grabbed the frightened Ai Ni, asking with a smile, "Who were you saying you need to find just now?"

Ai Ni’s heart pounded in disarray as she met Song Yunuan’s gaze.

She stammered, "I-I-I... I meant finding some friends. We... we’re going to play together."

Song Yunuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly pleased, "Hmm, you’re such a nice person."

Ai Ni: ...

I’m not a good person, but neither are you.

Song Yunuan continued, "There’s a party at the Zhong family tonight. How about we go together? What do you think?"

Ai Ni’s body shook uncontrollably as her teeth clenched.

Yet her mouth had a mind of its own.

She blurted out, "Okay... okay!"

When Zhong Daqiao received the call, he didn’t expect in a million years that Miss Ai Ni from the Ai family would attend the evening’s party.

This was truly a delightful surprise for him.

Normally, Ai Ni was not so easily invited.

Zhong Daqiao thought smugly that today, with the young miss from the Ai family attending the party, he’d show that wild girl Song Yunuan what a true Xiangjiang lady of distinction was, what wealth and privilege looked like—the princesses born into riches.

Song Yunuan was just a country bumpkin.

Today, he’d make sure that bumpkin utterly embarrassed herself.

Speaking of which, he wondered how things were going with Chairman Wang.

Song Yunuan went to the nanny’s room and told them to stay put and not be scared before dealing with Ai Ni, as no one would dare cause trouble on this floor.

She also had Caretaker Hu bring them plenty of magazines, books, and toys that children liked to keep them occupied.

Huang Mingxi and Lin Chen were immensely grateful to Song Yunuan.

Even if they could stay safely just for a day, it was good.

Tears brimmed in Huang Mingxi’s eyes as she worriedly said, "Little sister, aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Song Yunuan replied meaningfully, "I won’t get into trouble. You can rest assured, Miss Ai Ni will become more and more well-behaved."