amaotonovel Chapter 137 Dog's Dad
Chapter 137 Dog's Dad
Song Nanxi slept soundly, keeping her phone on silent.
She can't be found anywhere in the world.
Song Yirou was terrified all night, but breathed a sigh of relief when she found that her video was not online.
Perhaps Song Nanxi didn't take the surveillance footage? Maybe Ling Xu stole it back, or something like that.
Song Yirou hadn't slept all night, and her eyes were covered in dark circles.
As soon as it was light, he immediately called Ling Xu.
Ling Xu said calmly, "Her hacking skills are better than mine; I can't see anything on her computer."
They were even caught as soon as they hacked in.
Even the most cold-hearted and indifferent person would still feel ashamed at the age of nineteen.
So he kept it a secret.
Song Yirou first found it laughable, and then she found it unbelievable.
"Ling Xu, you're joking with me, right?"
Song Nanxi knows hacking skills? Where did she, a country girl, learn these skills?!
Ling Xu was annoyed by the questioning tone. He frowned and said, "I didn't help you, so I still owe you a favor. Contact me again when you've thought it through."
Before Song Yirou could react, Ling Xu ended the call.
"Hello? Hello? Ling Xu?"
Damn it!
Song Yirou smashed her phone hard, her expression contorted in pain.
There was a knock on the door.
Song Mo asked worriedly from outside the door, "Xiao Rou, what's wrong?"
He was afraid that Song Yirou would go online and see those comments.
Song Yirou opened the door, her face pale, which made Song Mo feel even more sorry for her.
I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and comfort her.
"Brother, I'm fine. I just accidentally dropped my phone."
Song Mo didn't think much of it, patted her head, and said, "There's an auction tonight, how about I take you there to relax? Buy whatever you like."
This is also a good opportunity to let the outside world know that even if Song Yirou is not a biological child of the Song family, so what?
She is still valued by her family!
Song Yirou's eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you, brother."
"Sweetie," Song Mo hugged her gently, "Get ready, go to the shop for a relaxing treatment, and get dressed up tonight. Your brother will come back to pick you up, okay?"
Song Yirou nodded gently.
Back in her room, her expression immediately changed.
Song Nanxi, now that the truth is out, what do you still have left to use against me?
……
Song Nanxi, having had a good sleep, yawned as she walked out of the bedroom.
Good afternoon.
Song Nanxi yawned halfway through, then put her hand down in disbelief.
Seeing Jiang Muye setting out chopsticks on the table, he then looked at Qi Yu, who was unpacking takeout.
The scene has a very dramatic and absurd feel.
She forced a smile. "I have a question. Is there something wrong with how I get out of bed? Why are there two men in my house—"
Song Nanxi's fingers moved from Qi Yu's body to Jiang Muye's body.
Jiang Mu calmly fiddled with the chopsticks, aligning the two chopsticks neatly.
She curled her lips into a smile. "So, which man do you think is more superfluous in this house?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yu looked towards Song Nanxi.
“I don’t like this question,” Song Nanxi said directly, “so this question is essentially superfluous.”
She walked to the table and sat down.
The takeout must have just arrived, it was piping hot. It was delivered by a nearby upscale restaurant; the portions were small but the food looked, smelled, and tasted delicious.
Song Nanxi looked at Jiang Muye lazily, "Why are you here?"
Qi Yu said quietly, "He arrived at seven o'clock."
Feeling wronged, but not saying a word.
Song Nanxi paused, then remembered, "So you're the one who disturbed my sleep this morning, aren't you? Jiang Mu, are you sick in the head?"
Jiang Mu chuckled, seemingly finding something about those words amusing.
"As a doctor, shouldn't you be the one who knows best whether I'm sick or not?"
Song Nanxi: "My illness hasn't gotten better, but my witty banter has only gotten better."
Jiang Mu clicked his tongue lightly and sat down as if they were old friends.
He crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, watching Song Nanxi with a leisurely air.
"As the father of my dog, is it too much for me to give my child some 'child support'?"
Qi Yu paused in handing Song Nanxi the chopsticks, then lifted her eyelids and glanced at Jiang Muye with her dark eyes.
Song Nanxi took the chopsticks, her expression a half-smile, "No need to deliver them in person. You can just transfer the alimony to my card next time."
"So you're planning to strip me of my visitation rights as an elderly father?" Jiang Mu said lazily, "Miss Song Nanxi, your behavior will get you cyberbullied if posted online."
"ill."
Song Nanxi rolled her eyes speechlessly and gestured for Qi Yu to sit down.
Noticing that Qi Yu was still wearing a bathrobe, he slapped his forehead, realizing he had almost forgotten.
She said, "I'll have someone send over a few sets of clothes later. This outfit is enough for me to see in private."
And perhaps because of what she had just experienced, Qi Yu seemed much more open than last night.
Last night I was wearing a bathrobe and practically pulled the neckline down to my chin, but today a small part of my chest is showing.
The bite marks on his Adam's apple and pectoral muscles were clearly exposed to the air.
Song Nanxi pulled it up to cover the bite mark.
Jiang Mu watched the interaction between the two, his eyes darkening, and the anger in his heart intensified.
He licked his lips, his smile cold.
Qi Yu was always very obedient to Song Nanxi and never questioned Song Nanxi's arrangements.
With a soft "hmm," he began peeling shrimp for Song Nanxi.
Jiang Mu gritted his teeth and just then saw the puppy struggle to crawl out of the doghouse, run to Song Nanxi's legs, and lick them a few times.
"Simp!" he scoffed.
Song Nanxi lifted her eyelashes. "What, are you looking down on simps?"
Jiang Mu also hummed softly.
Song Nanxi: "Who gave you permission to insult my dog? Apologize to my dog!"
She looked very serious and earnest.
Jiang Mu also contradicted her, saying, "I'm its father, how can a father apologize to his son?"
"Tsk."
Song Nanxi put down her chopsticks, took a sip of her sugary drink, and scooped the dog onto her lap.
He covered its ears and said, "Sigh, that's the stubbornness of East Asian fathers. Don't listen, baby, it's a bad comment."
The puppy smelled the delicious aroma and happily tugged at the edge of the table, wanting to get on and eat.
"..." Jiang Mu was also speechless. He touched his nose and changed the subject, "Let's give it a name. We can't just keep calling it 'dog'."
Song Nanxi picked up a piece of shrimp meat that Qi Yu had peeled from the bowl and fed it to the dog. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's call him 'licking dog' then."
Jiang Mu's face darkened: "No, change it!" He said coldly, "It's worth 200 million."
"So expensive—"
Song Nanxi pinched the dog's muzzle and examined it from left to right.
He looks like a simpleton, what's so special about him?
Jiang Mu could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.
"Aren't all dogs pretty much the same when they're puppies? They only get good-looking when they grow up. In short, the name 'licking dog' is unacceptable!"
Does he not care about losing face if people in his circle find out that the dog he gave away is called a "lickspittle"?
Song Nanxi scratched the dog's chin, and the enthusiastic little licker started wagging its tail again.
Hmming and whining.
It's kind of interesting.
Song Nanxi said, "Then let's call him Crown Prince."
She'll build an empire for her little sycophant to inherit.