Chapter 302: Plotting Her Escape

Uncle Lin stared at Song Yinyin, who was eating while crying, his expression utterly indifferent.

Song Yinyin wanted to leave, but Uncle Lin just kept watching her.

So she had no choice but to sit back down and keep eating.

Song Qingtian came downstairs and looked at Song Yinyin.

After devouring more than a dozen red chilies, Song Yinyin was nearly done—her whole face was bright red.

“Song Qingtian, I… I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to die!” Song Yinyin cried out as soon as she saw Song Qingtian start yelling.

Song Qingtian glanced at the box—it was only halfway through the first layer.

“Eat fifteen more, and then you can go,” she said.

With that, Song Qingtian gracefully sat down on the sofa, while Ling Hanyu adjusted his jacket and gave Song Yinyin a cool, detached look.

Song Yinyin couldn’t even bear to look at Ling Hanyu now; she felt utterly humiliated.

“I’ll eat! Song Qingtian, mark my words—I’m not letting you off the hook!”

Song Yinyin figured fifteen chilies would be nothing, but…

In one greedy gulp, Song Yinyin devoured all fifteen chilies, and suddenly she felt like a blazing fire, burning so fiercely she thought she might actually die.

Her vision was swimming with smoke!

Song Qingtian stood up. “I was just kidding—you took it so seriously! Honestly…”

Song Qingtian gave the stunned Song Yinyin a cold stare. As Song Yinyin sprang to her feet, ready to confront her, Song Qingtian turned around, hands clasped behind her back, her gaze deep and piercing as she fixed on Song Yinyin. Instantly, Song Yinyin sank back into her seat.

Looking at Song Qingtian, Song Yinyin pressed her lips together.

“I… won’t let you off the hook!”

“Good thing you won’t—go ahead and keep eating. I won’t let you off the hook either.”

Song Qingtian turned to Uncle Lin. “Uncle Lin, why don’t you go change? You’ve worked so hard these past few days. HanYu and I would like to treat you to dinner—please do us the honor of joining us!”

With things having reached this point, and given that Uncle Lin was someone who didn’t fuss over trifles,

“Yes, of course.”

Uncle Lin headed off to his room in the villa to freshen up.

Song Qingtian took a quick look—Uncle Lin was staying with them.

There was nothing wrong with that, Song Qingtian thought. Nuonuo needed protection, and Aunt Chen alone couldn’t handle it; Uncle Lin had been staying here all along.

Song Qingtian was very grateful.

Once Uncle Lin left, Song Qingtian began tidying up: she carefully packed away the empty bottles from the floor and swept everything clean.

All that remained were Song Yinyin and her box of chilies. Song Qingtian reminded her, “Don’t dirty the floors or the sofa in my house—otherwise, you’ll be the one who ends up in trouble.”

Song Yinyin’s head was already buzzing. She glared coldly at Song Qingtian without saying a word.

Song Qingtian just smiled and walked over to the window to gaze outside.

When Uncle Lin and the others emerged, Song Qingtian was very pleased—they were all dressed so formally.

Ling Nuonuo hurried over to Song Qingtian. “Mommy!”

“Nuonuo.”

Song Qingtian scooped up her daughter and kissed her for a long time.

Ling Nuonuo clung tightly to Song Qingtian, pressing her face against her mother’s chest. “Mommy…”

“Nuonuo, Mommy’s taking you out to dinner.”

Ling Nuonuo turned her head toward Song Yinyin on the floor and, startled, quickly burrowed into Song Qingtian’s arms. “I’m scared!”

Song Yinyin’s whole body went rigid—she felt worse than a ghost now.

“Don’t be afraid, Mommy’s here! No one will dare bully you!”

Ling Nuonuo hugged Song Qingtian tightly and nodded. “Mommy… we’re leaving. What about Chacha?”

“We’ll lock her inside. By the time we get back, she’ll probably have finished eating too.”

“Oh!”

Ling Nuonuo didn’t feel any pity for Song Yinyin at all—on the contrary, she was thrilled.

Now that Mommy was back, no bad guys would dare bully her anymore.

Aunt Chen worried, “Young Madam, what if she runs away?”

“She won’t get away. We’ve locked the door and the windows—how could she possibly escape?”

The light in Song Qingtian’s eyes seemed to tell Aunt Chen that this was only a temporary measure.

Aunt Chen nodded. “Then let’s go.”

“Let’s go.”

Song Qingtian turned to Song Yinyin. “Eat up nicely—by the time we get back, you’ll probably be done, and then you can leave.”

Song Yinyin just stared at Song Qingtian without saying a word. Song Qingtian continued, “Don’t think that just because you dump the chilies, I won’t find out. There are cameras everywhere here. If you don’t want anyone to know what happened in here, you’d better dump them yourself. I guarantee you’ll end up eating your own words.”

With that, Song Qingtian picked up her daughter and strode out of the room with an air of proud superiority.

Ling Hanyu followed right behind her.

Uncle Lin and Aunt Chen started locking the door.

“Let’s use the password— I didn’t bring the key,” Aunt Chen said, as if she were speaking the absolute truth.

Uncle Lin nodded, and once Aunt Chen had locked the door, she left first.

Song Yinyin remembered the password Aunt Chen had entered earlier and kept staring out the window.

As soon as she was sure Song Qingtian and the others had left, Song Yinyin hurried to the door, started entering the password—and sure enough, the door opened.

Without a second thought, Song Yinyin bolted out the door.

She ran like a madwoman, sobbing uncontrollably.

End of Chapter 302: Plotting Her Escape