Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

"You will die from horrible deaths for all of eternity!"

"Ah!"

Song Yaoyao's body trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.

It was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her body was extremely cold. When her body woke up, her soul seemed to still be trapped in that strange, bloody, and terrifying dream; a dream that was filled with blood and curses.

"Did you have another nightmare?"

Huff—

Song Yaoyao trembled as she snuggled deeper into Huo Yunque's arms.

"It's okay, good girl."

His warm and broad palm gently patted her back, and the voice that was close to her ear was deep and gentle. An invisible pacification seemed to flow from his hand into her body.

Even her wildly beating heart slowly calmed down.

She licked her lips and said, "Gege, I want to drink some water."

Huo Yunque stood up and wanted to pour some water, but he realized that the corner of his shirt was being pulled. He paused and shook his head helplessly. "You..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down lovingly and picked Song Yaoyao up, taking her to pour water with him.

On the sofa, Song Yaoyao snuggled in Huo Yunque's arms and sipped some water. Her pale little face gradually turned a little red.

Huo Yunque took a towel to wipe the sweat off her forehead. "What dream did you have again?"

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes and held the glass of water. "A very scary dream, but also very absurd."

Just thinking about it made her feel ridiculous.

This time, she clearly saw the faces of the three people in the dream.

The glass of water was taken away from her hand, and Song Yaoyao spread her palm.

Her palm was very small and soft, snow-white and tender. One look and one could tell that she had never done any heavy work in her life.

It was clean and spotless.

However, she could still remember the feeling of the warm and sticky blood on her palm in the dream.

She had been in a daze ever since she woke up as if she had lost her soul.

Huo Yunque kissed her head silently and covered her eyes with his hand. "Don't think about it anymore. I'll be there for you, okay?"

Song Yaoyao grabbed his hand and pulled it down to play with it.

"It was a really strange dream. It was so real that I felt like it really happened."

She had never told anyone that she had lost a part of her memory.

So, could this dream be the part that she had lost?

..

In the dream, it was pouring rain. Song Yaoyao could still remember the way her heart raced when the thunder sounded. The rain was so heavy that it was as if a hole had opened in the sky.

But in reality, it was morning and the sun was rising. The sky was clear and the temperature was just right.

Song Yaoyao stood on the stairs and looked out. The servants were cleaning up. Uncle Zhang shuttled back and forth in the hall, solemnly commanding something. The sunlight jumped in from the window and fell on the clean floor, reflecting brilliantly.

The dream was weird, twisted, and bloody.

Reality was clean, warm, and bright.

Inside and outside the dream, there were two completely different worlds.

It had been too comfortable for too long. Song Yaoyao thought that it was time for her to step out of her comfort zone.

..

Hospital ward.

The small fruit knife in Song Yaoyao's hand nimbly peeled off the skin of an apple. She cut the peeled apple into small pieces and placed them on the fruit plate. She then played with the long piece of unbroken peel.

Xu Yue ate very slowly. She only ate one piece of apple in a minute or two.

"Why did you think of investigating Song Jingwan?"

Song Yaoyao smiled but did not answer. "Who told you? Huo Jiu?"

"Ahem..."

Xu Yue's expression was inexplicable. She was slightly embarrassed. "I overheard it. Don't blame him."

"Oh?" Song Yaoyao threw away the skin and suddenly leaned forward. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at Xu Yue calmly. "Are you pleading on his behalf? What's the relationship between the two of you?"

Her gaze was burning, and her eyes were clear as though nothing could escape it.

Xu Yue's eyes flickered as she spat out one word. "Enemy!"

"Then I should punish him even more. If he can't even handle such a small matter well, then his standard of work must be dropping." Song Yaoyao wanted to laugh but didn't. She asked Xu Yue, "Do you think we should whip him? or just dismiss him?"

"How could you—" Xu Yue's eyelids twitched and she suddenly turned her head to meet Song Yaoyao's smiling eyes. Now, how could she not understand that she had been played? "Childish!"

There were simply too many words to say.

"Yeah, I've been rather bored recently."

Song Yaoyao sat back down and didn't tease Xu Yue anymore. She didn't forget that Xu Yue was still injured and it wasn't appropriate for her emotions to fluctuate.

"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door from outside.

Song Yaoyao turned her head and through the glass on the door, she saw a black figure.

She stood up and casually said to Xu Yue, "I still have something to do. I'll be leaving first."

Xu Yue kept feeling that Song Yaoyao was hiding something in her heart. She moved her lips but in the end, she did not say anything and only nodded.

Song Yaoyao had always been a person who did not take things to heart. If there was anything that could make her feel distressed, it would definitely be a big problem that was not easy to solve.

If even she could not solve it, then Xu Yue would be of no help.

"Miss Song."

Huo Jiu handed a document to Song Yaoyao and quickly looked through the glass into the ward.

Xu Yue was also looking in this direction curiously. Their eyes met through the glass and almost instantly, her eyes seemed to burn. Xu Yue turned her head and pulled up the blanket to cover her head.

Huo Jiu: "..."

"What about upstairs?"

Huo Jiu immediately came back to his senses. He bowed his head and said respectfully, "Everything has been prepared according to your instructions. The surveillance cameras in the ward have also been turned off."

"Then let's go."

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The corridor was quiet. There was not a single person in sight on the entire twelfth floor.

It was as if it was isolated and abandoned by the world.

"Click—"

After the faint sound of the door opening, the world returned to silence once again.

Every sound was magnified infinitely.

A chair was dragged and it finally stopped in front of the hospital bed. The rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard.

Under Zhou Manli's sunken eyelids, her eyes rolled.

Song Yaoyao acted as if she did not see it. After doing all this, she opened the document bag in her hand.

Zhou Manli opened her eyes and began to scream. If she could hear her clearly, Song Yaoyao was sure that she was cursing at her.

"Stop messing around. Your bodyguards and nurses have been sent away by me. There are only the two of us on the entire 12th floor."

Song Yaoyao smiled and opened a photo. On it was Zhou Manli and Song Jingwan.

"How old was Song Jingwan at this time? Eight? Nine?" Song Yaoyao picked up the photo and showed it to Zhou Manli.

Zhou Manli was still swearing. When her gaze touched the photo, she dodged for a moment, then her voice became sharper and extremely unpleasant.

"Was she the same as me? Did she also have heart disease?"

"Huh?" Zhou Manli opened her mouth. Her words were stuck in her throat, and her eyes widened as she stared at her.

Very good, silence.

Song Yaoyao became even more curious. "But the information I have shows that Song Jingwan's body has always been very healthy. So, which world's Song Jingwan had heart disease?" The corners of her lips curled up as she smiled innocently.