My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 118: One hundred eighteen, can’t help it. Chapter 118: One hundred eighteen, can’t help it. Song Yufeng thought for a moment and said, “Xiao Ning doesn’t seem like a child who grew up in the countryside, and her medical skills have truly surprised me.” If Xiao Ning were already in her teens or twenties, he might accept that, but she was only seven years old and her medical skills had already surpassed her grandfather’s, which was indeed unfathomable. Moreover, the noble and aloof temperament she possessed was something Xiao Xue and Xiao Li couldn’t compare with.

“These are just superficial aspects, she is even more outstanding than you see—her composure, her calmness, her attitude toward handling matters, none of these are typical for a child her age,” said Mr. Song. His wife had told him that after being pricked by Xiao Ning’s silver needle, she couldn’t move, and at that time, Xiao Ning had already gone inside the house with her grandparents. Using a silver needle to target acupoints from such a distance was certainly not likely. Therefore, he had a bold guess that Xiao Ning might be an ancient martial cultivator, and possibly there was a powerful master behind her.

“Mhm,” Song Yufeng nodded in agreement.

“Do you now understand why I gave Xiao Ning the family’s White Jade?” Mr. Song’s sharp gaze was on Song Yufeng, hoping he wasn’t too foolish.

Song Yufeng nodded, “Dad hopes that Xiao Ning will return to the Song Family and that under her leadership, the Song Family will reach new heights in the future.”

Mr. Song picked up his teacup and took a sip, “That’s only one reason. I suspect that Xiao Ning might have a great master behind her.” If things were as he suspected and if Xiao Ning was willing to lead the Song Family in the future, then it was very likely that the Song Family would tread a path beyond his imagination.

A hint of shock appeared in Song Yufeng’s eyes, and he simultaneously thought of what Xinxin had told him about how Xiao Ning had drugged her, “Dad, do you mean that it’s very likely that Xiao Ning is an ancient martial cultivator?” Since the Song Family was one of the Four Great Families in Beijing, they naturally knew many things; ancient martial sects and ancient martial cultivators were not secrets to a family like theirs.

“Mhm,” Mr. Song nodded. Although it was only speculation, he felt this guess was likely to be true.

Song Yufeng pondered for a moment before speaking, “Dad, then you don’t plan to confront Xiao Ning for the antidote?” Although he and Xinxin had been giving each other the cold shoulder these past few days, Xinxin was still his wife, and it pained him to see her cover her face tightly every day, not daring to look in the mirror.

“It would do them good to learn a lesson,” said Mr. Song blandly. He had made a call to Yang Lisheng today, who told him that Xiao Ling and Xinxin’s faces would heal on their own once the medicinal effects wore off.

Song Yan Ning returned home and saw her grandparents sitting in the courtyard, enjoying the cool breeze, “Grandpa! Grandma! I’m back.” There was air conditioning in the house, but her grandparents preferred the natural breeze.

“Xiao Ning, come and eat some watermelon; it’s really sweet,” Li Meixiang called out to Song Yan Ning.

Song Yan Ning walked over and sat down next to Li Meixiang, “I won’t eat it. I had too much today and can’t eat anymore. Grandpa, grandma, I have to go out again tomorrow.”

“Where are you going? Do you want your grandpa and grandma to accompany you?” asked Li Meixiang. They were going back to Yang City the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow she and her partner planned to buy some local products to share with their neighbors and friends in Yang City, as the neighbors had always taken good care of them. Since it was a rare visit to Beijing, they wanted to be thoughtful.

“No need, Aunt Qin will come to pick me up in the morning. She has invited me to visit her company. I should be back in the afternoon,” Song Yan Ning rested her head on Li Meixiang’s shoulder, looking up at the sky, “The moon is so round tonight!”

Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng also looked up at the sky, “Yes, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen such a full moon.”

After chatting with her grandparents for a while and seeing that they both seemed tired, Song Yan Ning said, “Grandpa, grandma, I’m feeling sleepy, so I’ll go to bed first. Good night!”

“Alright, we’re going to head inside too,” Li Meixiang stood up, picked up the plate of watermelon from the table, and walked into the house with Song Yan Ning and Yang Lisheng.

Song Yan Ning returned to her room, set up the array, and continued to refine with her brush. She didn’t plan on entering the Emperor Realm today.

Yang Xin’er heard the door open and turned to look at Song Yufeng, “Did the old man want something from you?”

“Just a chat,” Song Yufeng closed the bedroom door and walked to the wardrobe. He opened it, took out a set of pajamas, and headed toward the bathroom.

Yang Xin’er got out of bed and followed Song Yufeng into the bathroom. “I haven’t finished speaking; wait to shower.”

“Xinxin, I’m quite tired, and I want to rest early tonight. I have a lot to handle tomorrow,” said Song Yufeng wearily. Ever since Xinxin’s face issue had put her in a bad mood, they would always end up fighting after just a few words; he genuinely didn’t want to quarrel with her anymore.

At his words, a sudden anger surged inside Yang Xin’er, “Are you so tired that you don’t even have time to talk for a moment? Is it because my face has become ugly that you despise me?” He had never been like this before; it must be because of her face that he was acting like this. Her face looked so hideous now; she was losing confidence in herself. Not to mention Yufeng, even she felt disgusted looking at her own reflection.

“Don’t let your imagination run wild. How could I despise you?” Song Yufeng helplessly looked at Yang Xin’er. His initial attraction to Xinxin was not her appearance, but a feeling, and over the many years of their marriage, his feelings for her had never changed. Otherwise, with so many young and beautiful women out there, he would never have been drawn to them.

“Fine, I won’t overthink it. Then, kiss me,” Yang Xin’er closed her eyes, tilted her head up, and puckered her lips.

Song Yufeng shook his head helplessly, lowered his head, and slowly moved closer to Yang Xin’er. Seeing her face covered in swollen pimples, some of which still had white fluid oozing from them made him feel a wave of nausea rise uncontrollably.

“Urgh!” Song Yufeng quickly turned his head and retched. He swore he didn’t mean to vomit on purpose; he just couldn’t help it.

“Ah!” Yang Xin’er let out a shrill cry in fury, “Song Yufeng, you bastard! I hate you!” He claimed he didn’t despise her, yet he couldn’t even bring himself to kiss her. He hadn’t even touched her lips before he vomited.

Feeling more aggrieved, Yang Xin’er covered her face and burst into tears, running out of the bathroom, “Song Yufeng, I hate you, you jerk, I won’t bother with you anymore, wu wu wu…”

“Xinxin, I really don’t despise you,” Song Yufeng said, unsure of how to explain himself. He didn’t want to vomit, but the sight of those oozing pimples on her face was more than he could bear, although he had no intention of despising Xinxin.

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