Chapter 777 - I’m Here For My Wife (6)

Chapter 777: I’m Here For My Wife (6)
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations

The crowd gave An Xiaxia sympathetic looks. Arrogant woman, let’s see how you’re going to tell her husband what you’ve done!

Seeing him walk in, Chu Zhiyun said immediately,
Mr. Sheng, your wife has gone too far! That kind of arrogance and caprice is simply unacceptable! You were a man of showbiz once and with so many of our colleagues here, I demand an explanation!

What? The crowd was baffled.
It wasn’t Song Qingwan?
Sheng Yize strolled casually to An Xiaxia’s side, cleaned her hand with a tissue, and said unhurriedly,
What was that? I’m afraid I can’t hear you over the wind.



Pffft —

An Xiaxia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Mr. Idol, can you be any more explicit in your taunt?
They were indoors. Where would a wind have come from?
One couldn’t even begin to describe the look on Chu Zhiyun’s face.
She had expected Sheng Yize to at least be a little tactful in front of so many people.

You… I see Mr. Sheng is an uxorious man. But everyone knows that Xiaxia is the sole heiress of the Song family. Mr. Sheng’s indulgence of her misdemeanors reminds me of an expression: destroy a talent with excessive praise! What are you planning, Mr. Sheng?

In a single sentence, she had made it sound like Sheng Yize was after the Song family’s wealth and was deliberately letting An Xiaxia behave in this unruly way.
An Xiaxia rolled her eyes at her.
You got a problem with that? Well, too bad!

She was trying to drive a wedge between them? In her dreams!
Chu Zhiyun’s face grew even more livid.



Mummy… my leg, sob 
… help…
Song Qingwan had been ignored this whole time and the pain was getting unbearable. She wailed and whimpered.
Chu Zhiyun was going to get someone to help Song Qingwan when Sheng Yize stopped her.

Ms. Chu, please get your friends out and tidy up my wife’s house, or… your daughter isn’t going anywhere today!
Sheng Yize threatened her in an indifferent tone. Chu Zhiyun gritted her teeth.
This man was heartless!

Qingwan is Xiaxia’s older sister, which makes her your sister, too… How can you be so calculating with your family!
Chu Zhiyun scolded.
Sheng Yize blinked and said innocently,
Why, the wind seems to have grown stronger. Xiaxia, where are you? I can’t see you.


 Ahem 
, that’s a little over the top. The wind should affect your hearing, not your vision.
An Xiaxia sighed.
Plus, is Song Qingwan going to be alright…

She knew that Kang Jian had fired the bullet and he would make sure that it wasn’t life-threatening, but she was still uncertain.
Sheng Yize darted Song Qingwan a look and said coldly,
She’ll live.


Mummy! Help me! I’m bleeding too much! I’ll die!
Song Qingwan cherished her life more than anything else and was squealing like a pig. Chu Zhiyun had no choice but to smile apologetically as she saw off the stars she had invited. She couldn’t even begin to count all the contemptuous looks and jeers she received.


After all the guests were gone, the servants busied themselves with cleaning up. Even Chu Zhiyun joined in herself. It took over half an hour to put the house back in order.

Satisfied?
Chu Zhiyun said through gritted teeth.
Sheng Yize dialed a number.
Send the doctor in.

A doctor arrived soon afterwards. Song Qingwan’s face was drained of all color and she was yelling at the top of her lungs.
Doctor, am I going to die? Am I?

The doctor grew impatient.
You lost a little blood. Don’t be so melodramatic.

Song Qingwan’s dim eyes lit up all of a sudden as she turned her fervid gaze on An Xiaxia.
Xiaxia, we have the same blood type, right? G- give me some blood now… I don’t want to die!

Chapter 777: I’m Here For My Wife (6)
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations

The crowd gave An Xiaxia sympathetic looks. Arrogant woman, let’s see how you’re going to tell her husband what you’ve done!

Seeing him walk in, Chu Zhiyun said immediately,
Mr. Sheng, your wife has gone too far! That kind of arrogance and caprice is simply unacceptable! You were a man of showbiz once and with so many of our colleagues here, I demand an explanation!

What? The crowd was baffled.
It wasn’t Song Qingwan?
Sheng Yize strolled casually to An Xiaxia’s side, cleaned her hand with a tissue, and said unhurriedly,
What was that? I’m afraid I can’t hear you over the wind.



Pffft —

An Xiaxia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Mr. Idol, can you be any more explicit in your taunt?
They were indoors. Where would a wind have come from?
One couldn’t even begin to describe the look on Chu Zhiyun’s face.
She had expected Sheng Yize to at least be a little tactful in front of so many people.

You… I see Mr. Sheng is an uxorious man. But everyone knows that Xiaxia is the sole heiress of the Song family. Mr. Sheng’s indulgence of her misdemeanors reminds me of an expression: destroy a talent with excessive praise! What are you planning, Mr. Sheng?

In a single sentence, she had made it sound like Sheng Yize was after the Song family’s wealth and was deliberately letting An Xiaxia behave in this unruly way.
An Xiaxia rolled her eyes at her.
You got a problem with that? Well, too bad!

She was trying to drive a wedge between them? In her dreams!
Chu Zhiyun’s face grew even more livid.



Mummy… my leg, sob 
… help…
Song Qingwan had been ignored this whole time and the pain was getting unbearable. She wailed and whimpered.
Chu Zhiyun was going to get someone to help Song Qingwan when Sheng Yize stopped her.

Ms. Chu, please get your friends out and tidy up my wife’s house, or… your daughter isn’t going anywhere today!
Sheng Yize threatened her in an indifferent tone. Chu Zhiyun gritted her teeth.
This man was heartless!

Qingwan is Xiaxia’s older sister, which makes her your sister, too… How can you be so calculating with your family!
Chu Zhiyun scolded.
Sheng Yize blinked and said innocently,
Why, the wind seems to have grown stronger. Xiaxia, where are you? I can’t see you.


 Ahem 
, that’s a little over the top. The wind should affect your hearing, not your vision.
An Xiaxia sighed.
Plus, is Song Qingwan going to be alright…

She knew that Kang Jian had fired the bullet and he would make sure that it wasn’t life-threatening, but she was still uncertain.
Sheng Yize darted Song Qingwan a look and said coldly,
She’ll live.


Mummy! Help me! I’m bleeding too much! I’ll die!
Song Qingwan cherished her life more than anything else and was squealing like a pig. Chu Zhiyun had no choice but to smile apologetically as she saw off the stars she had invited. She couldn’t even begin to count all the contemptuous looks and jeers she received.


After all the guests were gone, the servants busied themselves with cleaning up. Even Chu Zhiyun joined in herself. It took over half an hour to put the house back in order.

Satisfied?
Chu Zhiyun said through gritted teeth.
Sheng Yize dialed a number.
Send the doctor in.

A doctor arrived soon afterwards. Song Qingwan’s face was drained of all color and she was yelling at the top of her lungs.
Doctor, am I going to die? Am I?

The doctor grew impatient.
You lost a little blood. Don’t be so melodramatic.

Song Qingwan’s dim eyes lit up all of a sudden as she turned her fervid gaze on An Xiaxia.
Xiaxia, we have the same blood type, right? G- give me some blood now… I don’t want to die!