Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 138: Arguing with Song Yi

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Arguing with Song Yi

"Of course..."

Jhiang Yuan sneered coldly and said lightly.

Xia Chaoyang, you chose your own path, so it has nothing to do with her anymore.

Song Yi glanced at the man in front of him, but ultimately didn’t say anything.

He promptly followed Jhiang Yuan’s steps, and the two headed towards Building 13.

He hadn’t dared to speak the whole way, as it wasn’t safe inside the community now.

They had previously encountered an attack by the entire building’s residents; someone might harbor ill intentions even now.

It was not until they reached the twenty-first floor that they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"I’m exhausted, Song Yi, you should head back now. I’ll tidy up and come over to talk to you later,"

said Jhiang Yuan, gesturing for him to give her the handbag.

"Okay!"

Song Yi didn’t say much and handed it over directly.

Having been outside for so long, she’d definitely have to tidy up after coming back.

Plus, it was already two in the afternoon, and Jhiang Yuan was already hungry.

Jhiang Xingzhi had been watching the whole time, and as soon as he saw his daughter return, he hurried to open the door to greet her.

"Let’s talk inside!"

She didn’t say much more, just that everything was fine. If she told her parents about what happened today,

they would worry too, which was unnecessary.

She asked Qin Yue to make them two bowls of dumplings, and to send one to Song Yi later as he had been a great help today.

She went back to change her clothes, put on thermal underwear, and wore a thick, cotton-padded pajama jacket over it.

The electric heater was always on at home, and the temperature was still bearable, many times better than outside.

Xiao Nuan was taking a nap, her little face rosy and lying there quietly.

Jhiang Yuan didn’t disturb her; instead, she quickly went to the living room, as she was really hungry.

Sour soup dumplings, delicious...

After she had finished eating, her mother’s other bowl was ready.

She carried the dumplings, ready to take them over to Song Yi.

Upon opening the door, she found that he had also changed his clothes, and there was a smell of oil in the air, as if something had burnt.

"Are you cooking?"

"Yeah, frying an egg."

Lucky him, having eggs to eat, quite the wealthy one!

"I forgot to tell you earlier, my mom made dumplings, you should eat these."

"Thanks, come in first."

Song Yi was eating at the coffee table, the same one everyone used before.

He was sitting on a small stool, while Jhiang Yuan sat on the couch.

His egg-frying skills were really something—everything was burnt, making it completely unappetizing.

In comparison, the bowl of sour soup dumplings seemed heavenly.

Since moving here, he had rarely had the chance to eat a proper meal.

With such delicious food in front of him, he didn’t bother saying much, and just ate it all up greedily.

Seeing him put down his bowl, Jhiang Yuan finally spoke.

"Was that enough?"

"It was enough, very delicious, thank you," he said.

"I should be the one thanking you. By the way, why did you suddenly show up there today?"

It really felt magical, almost like a godsend.

"I went over to find you this afternoon; your uncle said you had gone out."

"Ah, no wonder."

So it was Jhiang Xingzhi who said that, which explained everything.

"I didn’t expect you would actually come to look for me; otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have gotten away today," she said.

Upon hearing this, the expression on Song Yi’s face suddenly darkened.

"Jhiang Yuan, why didn’t you tell me when you were going out?"

Huh?

Why is there such an accusatory tone? Considering that he saved her life, she decided to let it go.

"I already said I wanted to go out, and you all didn’t want to, so I just went by myself."

"But last time you said it depended on the situation, not that you definitely had to go."

"Yeah, I thought the situation was okay so I went, is there a problem with that?"

The two stared at each other, playing what, word games? Isn’t that childish?

Song Yi was enveloped in a gloomy aura, and Jhiang Yuan didn’t understand why he was so angry.

Was it just because she hadn’t informed him? His desire for control was too strong.

"Wait, was it my dad who asked you to come find me today?"

Song Yi took a deep breath, truly infuriated by this person’s way of thinking.

"No, I went on my own."

"Oh, I thought..."

"Jhiang Yuan?"

"Huh?"

"Are you that short of money?"

"What? Oh, no, not really, I just thought I should save some."

She was still racking her brain for reasons when she looked up and met Song Yi’s probing and slightly angry eyes, and immediately cowered.

"I’m sorry for causing you trouble."

"Is that what I mean? Are you hiding something from me?"

He pressed forward aggressively, his gaze sharp. Jhiang Yuan felt scared of him for the first time, feeling the hostility towards her.

"You’re thinking too much. I do need money, but there’s no secret. I just purely want to save some.

I am a businesswoman after all, it’s normal if you don’t understand.

I am very grateful you saved me today. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going back now."

Song Yi didn’t speak until she reached the door, only then did she hear a challenging question.

"I might know your secret!"

Upon hearing this, Jhiang Yuan exploded. What does he mean he ’might’ know? What is going on with this guy?

Why is he so annoying? What is he implying by saying that?

"You know, what do you know? If you knew, why would you ask me? Unbelievable."

With that, she opened the door and left, the sound of the door closing quite loud.

But her anger was greater.

Did she expose something before that made him suspect her all along?

Thinking back, there were indeed many little clues, but what of it?

Who doesn’t have their own secrets? She even suspected that Song Yi might be a reincarnator!

Is it necessary to test like this? It seems they can no longer play together in the future.

She hadn’t gone far when the door opened again.

Song Yi looked at her and asked in a clear voice, "Jhiang Yuan, do you really not trust me that much?"

"I don’t trust anyone!"

She replied indifferently before heading to her own home.

It’s the apocalypse after all, who trusts whom, and who’s worth trusting?

Except for her parents and Xiao Nuan, she suspects everyone else’s intentions.

Although she has ventured out with Song Yi and others a few times, even establishing a life-or-death bond,

she really can’t bring herself to trust others, as often it is those closest to you who stab you in the back.

"Back so soon, Xiao Song, have you eaten?"

"Yes, Mom, I’m tired, I’ll go rest for a while."

"Okay, then, you go ahead. If Xiao Nuan wakes up, let her come out to play."

They care about not disturbing her rest; her parents are indeed different from others, no need to fret over that.

Back in her room, she didn’t go straight to bed.

With so many things on her mind at home, she didn’t have time to dwell on spring sorrows.

The handbag that Song Yi had given her was still on the bedside table. Jhiang Yuan pulled over a stool and sat down.

She began counting money since it was taken from the cash register, including both coins and bills.

Gathering it together was indeed a bit of an effort.

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