Chapter 301 - 301 Three hundred question

Chapter 301: Three hundred, question Chapter 301: Three hundred, question Realizing that the other party had already hung up the phone, Song Yanxue hurriedly redialed, but she only encountered the notice that the phone was turned off.

“Why would this happen? Why would he hang up the phone?” Song Yanxue couldn’t accept it and dialed again, but the result was still the same.

As the automated message of the disconnected phone repeated over and over, Song Yanxue slumped powerlessly on the bed, murmuring blankly, “Could it be that I’m not a Cultivator anymore? Impossible, I could still manipulate Spiritual Energy this morning…”

“Xiao Xue, Doctor Liu has arrived, could you open the door?” Yang Xin’er’s voice came from outside.

Song Yanxue snapped back to reality. It must be because of her stomach pain that she couldn’t cultivate, as long as it stopped hurting, she could definitely cultivate again.

With this thought in mind, Song Yanxue hurriedly crawled out of bed, quickly walked forward, and opened the door, anxiously saying to the middle-aged man outside, “Uncle Liu, please take a look at me quickly.” She had to cultivate to take revenge on Song Yan Ning, to take Brother Yushen back from Song Yan Ning’s grasp.

“Don’t worry, sit down first, I’ll check your pulse,” Liu Yunsheng said with a smile, pointing towards the couch. He was the Song Family’s family doctor, and Song Yanxue was someone he had watched grow up.

Song Yanxue ran to the couch and sat down, handing her wrist to Liu Yunsheng. Right now, all she wanted was to cure her stomach pain quickly so she could start cultivating earlier.

Liu Yunsheng put his hand on Song Yanxue’s wrist, and after a long while, he withdrew his hand.

“How is Xiao Xue?”

“Is there something wrong with me?” Yang Xin’er and Song Yanxue asked at the same time.

Liu Yunsheng shook his head, “It’s nothing serious.”

“Then why does my stomach hurt?” Song Yanxue asked anxiously. If there was nothing wrong, why couldn’t she cultivate? There must be some problem.

“Indeed, it’s nothing serious. If you’re not reassured, you can go to the hospital for another checkup,” Liu Yunsheng stood up and turned to Yang Xin’er, “I’ll be leaving now.”

“Mm,” Yang Xin’er nodded, sat down beside Song Yanxue, and said, “Xiao Xue, your stomachache is because Xiao Ning hit you, she’s your little sister, she surely wouldn’t hit you hard. It will get better in a little while.” She believed Xiao Ning was a kind child; otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped her win back Yufeng’s heart despite how she was treated in the past.

“I don’t have such a sister,” Song Yanxue yelled furiously, her expression ferocious, her eyes bulging out in anger, which looked particularly chilling.

Looking at Song Yanxue like this, Yang Xin’er couldn’t help but shiver, feeling more distressed than anything. She reached out to grab Song Yanxue’s hand but was forcefully shaken off by Song Yanxue.

“If you like Song Yan Ning so much, you can bring her back home yourself. From now on, I won’t recognize you as my mother anymore.” And with that, Song Yanxue ran out of the room crying.

“Xiao Xue!” Yang Xin’er quickly chased after her.

But her speed and strength were no match for Song Yanxue’s, and soon she was out of breath and could only watch helplessly as Song Yanxue ran outside.

Yang Xin’er caught her breath and shouted to those around her, “Quickly, go chase after the young miss.”

“Yes!” Two voices responded at the same time, and then two figures followed closely behind Song Yanxue.

Yang Xin’er heaved a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, then took out her phone to call Song Yan Ning.

Seeing that it was Yang Xin’er calling, Song Yan Ning answered the call and put it on speaker at the same time, “Do you need me for something?”

Xiao Ning, I heard from Xiao Xue that you hit her?”

“Yeah.” Song Yan Ning didn’t deny it. Perhaps saying she crippled Song Yanxue would be more fitting. With Song Yanxue’s proud and arrogant nature, if she were truly to practice cultivation, she’d become a menace in the future. It’s better to deal with her sooner rather than later.

“She’s your sister, why would you hit her?”

Hearing Yang Xin’er’s accusatory tone, Song Yan Ning’s face turned cold with displeasure, “I liked it, I was happy.”

Yang Xin’er was slightly taken aback; she had not expected Song Yan Ning to reply like that, “But you are blood sisters, haven’t your grandparents taught you to love and be close to your family?”

Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang frowned.

“My family consists only of my grandparents. If you want to defend Song Yanxue, feel free to find me anytime.” After saying this, Song Yan Ning pressed the end call button. She helped Yang Xin’er because she didn’t want her grandparents to be upset, but she had no intention of acknowledging Yang Xin’er. Surely, Yang Xin’er couldn’t naively think that Song Yan Ning considered her a mother?

Looking at the disconnected phone, Yang Xin’er realized her tone had been somewhat heavy and was immediately filled with regret. She had finally closed some distance with Xiao Ning, and now it was all ruined.

Song Yanxue came to the Qin Family, “I want to see Brother Yushen, go call him.” Right now, only Brother Yushen could comfort her injured heart.

“Our young master has gone out,” the servant said. The young master had already instructed them before that if Song Yanxue came looking for him again, they should refuse her entry.

“I don’t believe it.” Song Yanxue pushed past the servant and hurried up the stairs.

“Miss Song, the young master really isn’t at home.” The servant quickly followed after her.

Song Yanxue had been to the Qin Family more than once. Even though she had never entered Brother Yushen’s room, she knew where it was.

Qin Yushen was on the phone with Song Yan Ning when he heard Song Yanxue’s voice outside. He showed signs of impatience and disgust, “Song Yanxue is looking for me.”

“She really is infatuated with you,” Song Yan Ning quipped.

“Jealous? My heart only has room for you,” Qin Yushen said cheerfully, his smile lifting. With a light wave of his hand, he silenced the noise from outside.

“Smooth talker,” Song Yan Ning playfully huffed.

Qin Yushen chuckled, “It’s a pity you’re still young, otherwise I’d definitely let you see if I’m just a smooth talker.”

“Scoundrel!” Song Yan Ning’s face turned uncontrollably red.

Qin Yushen laughed, “For now, I can only indulge in words, but if you want to try, I don’t mind. My first kiss belongs only to you.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.” Song Yan Ning felt her face burning. This guy was becoming increasingly improper.

“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Why are you heading back so soon?” Qin Yushen was reluctant to see Song Yan Ning go. But the thought that he would soon be going to Yang City himself made him feel somewhat better.

“School starts in half a month, and besides, there’s nothing for me to do in Beijing,” Song Yan Ning felt reluctant to leave Qin Yushen as well. But once she was back, they could still call each other every day, and if they really wanted to meet, it was very convenient. It took just about an hour to travel from Yang City to Beijing by flying sword.

“Okay, I’ll come to see you off the day after tomorrow.” Qin Yushen didn’t plan to tell Song Yan Ning about his upcoming studies in Yang City yet, deciding instead to surprise her when the time came.