The moment she turned around, the tortoise in her hand fell to the ground. There was a blanket on the ground, but the tortoise was broken.
The atmosphere turned awkward.
Wen Qing, who was pushing the wheelchair, stared at the broken turtle on the ground. He glared at her and was about to speak when he was stopped by Yan Cheng.
Song Jiaren didn't notice their interaction. She waved at Yan Cheng, who was in a wheelchair, and said, "Hi, long time no see."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt like slapping herself to death. What kind of words were these? They had already agreed to meet here.
As expected, Yan Cheng chuckled and said, "Miss Song really surprises me every time."
Song Jiaren chuckled.
Yan Cheng glanced at the turtle on the ground and didn't mention it again. After entering the room, he let Song Jiaren sit.
Song Jiaren couldn't wait to forget this topic. She quickly sat down and asked, "What is the things you mentioned last time?"
Yan Cheng sized her up and said, "It's only been a day since we last met, but Miss Song has become much prettier."
These words weren't false. Although Song Jiaren was still extremely overweight, her overall appearance was completely different from her previously gloomy appearance.
Any girl would be delighted to be praised for becoming prettier, and Song Jiaren was no exception. She touched her smooth face and the dark spots that had become lighter, but she did not get carried away by his praises. She said again, "Did Master Cheng ask me over to talk about this? I'm very busy and have no time to chat with you."
Wen Qing immediately said angrily, "Miss Song, please watch your words."
He had always disliked Song Jiaren's flippant attitude towards Master Cheng. He was the top dog of the capital.
Song Jiaren rolled her eyes. "Master Cheng didn't say anything, so why are you so anxious? Besides, what did I just say? It's not like I took advantage of Master Cheng."
Wen Qing had never seen such a shameless woman before. He, speechless, stammered as he pointed at her.
Yan Cheng coughed lightly and an extremely obscure expression of mirth flashed across his eyes as he said, "Alright, Wen Qing, you can leave first."
Wen Qing looked at Yan Cheng and nodded unwillingly before leaving. Before he left, afraid that she would taint Yan Cheng, he even glared at Song Jiaren warningly.
Song Jiaren deliberately said in a coquettish voice, "Master Cheng, why did you call me here?"
Wen Qing's body froze and he clenched his fists tightly. Song Jiaren didn't doubt that if Yan Cheng wasn't still here, he would have thrown a punch over.
"Is this fun?" said Yan Cheng.
Song Jiaren, who was secretly laughing, looked up and met with Yan Cheng's emotionless eyes. She instantly became serious and said obediently, "Sorry, Master Cheng, I just wanted to tease him."
Yan Cheng smiled good-naturedly and said, "I like Miss Song's personality quite much. You don't have to be so formal. I've already said it last time. You can call me uncle."
He smiled like an amiable elder, but Song Jiaren's eyes darkened. She wouldn't fall for it. This fellow wasn't as harmless as he looked.
"Your nephew and I have already broken off our engagement. I'm sure Master Cheng already knows about this." Song Jiaren didn't want to have anything to do with him.
Yan Cheng smiled. "Of course. My nephew isn't worthy of Miss Song."
His words were sincere.
"I had business dealings with your mother before, so it's not inappropriate for you to call me uncle."
Song Jiaren spread her hands out and stopped talking about this topic. "Then why did you call me here today, Uncle?"
Yan Cheng smiled and accepted the address of uncle. He pushed the documents on the table forward and gestured for her to take a look.
Wen Qing had placed this document on the table when they came in. She didn't expect it to be for her to see.
A document that could be taken out by Yan Cheng was definitely not a small matter. Song Jiaren put away her cheeky smile and opened the document solemnly.
She flipped through the pages faster and faster, and her expression turned uglier and uglier.
On the other hand, Yan Cheng was leisurely sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes were looking in Song Jiaren's direction with an inquisitive look in them.