Chapter 98: What on Earth Is This Woman Doing?

It was dark, and nothing was clear to see, but this road seemed very close to Father Song and Mother Song’s mansion—almost as if it were echoing the other way.

Father Song and Mother Song lived in Haitian Pavilion; so this place must be… Yunhai Pavilion?

Song Qingtian turned around to look at the person who had already walked over and saw Ling Hanyu: “Is this Yunhai Pavilion?”

Song Qingtian had slept for a while and now felt wide awake.

She remembered from the novel that Yunhai Pavilion was Ling Hanyu’s residence.

“So it seems you know,” Ling Hanyu said, surprised that Song Qingtian knew.

Although this was his home, not many people did—Yang Yifan didn’t even know about it.

Yunhai Pavilion was incredibly luxurious, as was Tianhai Pavilion. He liked both places, but Tianhai Pavilion belonged to Song Haichao.

Ling Hanyu went to open the door and stepped inside. Song Qingtian followed behind him, taking a look around Yunhai Pavilion.

Compared with Tianhai Pavilion, this place was just as nice.

You could tell that the people who lived here had great taste.

But it was late at night, and there wasn’t much activity here.

Apparently, only Ling Hanyu usually stayed here.

This place was truly extravagant.

As she stepped onto the stairs, Song Qingtian glanced down and saw they were all made of wood.

Once inside, Ling Hanyu went to the bar to pour some wine. Song Qingtian, meanwhile, wandered around downstairs.

Ling Hanyu stood by the bar.

Song Qingtian turned to look at him—he was holding a tall glass and drinking. Song Qingtian actually liked drinking too, but her alcohol tolerance was terrible.

Thinking back to when Song Yinyin had forced her to drink, Song Qingtian turned away; she just wanted to take a look around.

Ling Hanyu drank two glasses of red wine in a row before finally stepping away from the bar.

Song Qingtian was staring at the dartboard, remembering how Qin Xiaotian loved to play.

She picked up a dart and prepared to try her hand, but she only managed to hit the bullseye twice—with some difficulty.

She decided to keep trying, but then Ling Hanyu suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist.

Song Qingtian was about to turn around when Ling Hanyu lowered his voice and said, “Focus!”

“I’m already focusing!”

Song Qingtian was frustrated—no matter how hard she tried, focusing didn’t help.

Still, she gave it another shot.

Song Qingtian thought Ling Hanyu might be holding her waist to help her hit the target, so she straightened up as much as she could.

Ling Hanyu stood right behind her, watching as she threw the dart.

“Ah!”

With a sigh of resignation, she missed again.

Song Qingtian stepped away from Ling Hanyu to grab another dart, completely ignoring him as if he weren’t even there.

Ling Hanyu stood to the side, watching coldly.

When Song Qingtian had played enough, she finally decided to leave.

“Let’s go back—otherwise Nuonuo will worry if she can’t find us.”

“…I still have something to do.”

Ling Hanyu turned toward the sofa and sat down without looking at what he was doing.

Song Qingtian was speechless—how could someone like this exist?

If he wouldn’t go back, would anyone else?

Bored out of her mind, Song Qingtian went over to the sofa and sat down to wait.

But whenever she got bored, she couldn’t help but glance over at Ling Hanyu.

Song Qingtian caught sight of his hands through his face.

She leaned over to watch him, and before she knew it, she was getting closer.

Ling Hanyu shifted slightly, changing his posture and crossing his legs.

Song Qingtian had to admit that Ling Hanyu really did have what it takes to drive an original female supporting character crazy—whether it was his face, his figure, or even those hands.

Song Qingtian sat down beside him and said, “Um…”

Ling Hanyu casually looked over at her and asked, “Is there something you need?”

Song Qingtian was taken aback and froze.

She felt a bit defeated.

The reason the original female supporting character hated Ling Hanyu was because she kept clinging to him relentlessly—but no matter whether Ling Hanyu liked her or not, she stuck to him like a piece of adhesive plaster.

Now that she’d changed, she was still the same.

So what difference did it make?

Women—if they can’t cherish themselves, who else can they rely on?

“What are you spacing out for? Are you stupid?”

Ling Hanyu was extremely impatient.

Song Qingtian had no choice but to move to the side and even stand up.

Ling Hanyu’s cold, irritated eyes showed extreme dissatisfaction.

He just couldn’t understand—what on earth was this woman doing?

She clearly had a chance, yet she insisted on playing the game of “pretending to resist but secretly wanting.”

Was she testing his patience?

Little did she know—before Ling Hanyu could say anything, Song Qingtian spoke up first: “I just remembered something. I have to go back. Mister Ling, you go ahead and take care of your business.”

With that, Song Qingtian turned around and left.

Ling Hanyu had thought she was just saying it, but when he saw her really walk away, he was so angry that he stood up as well.

What on earth is this woman doing?

End of Chapter 98: What on Earth Is This Woman Doing?