After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him
Chapter 737 - 735: It’s Still Your Fault...

Chapter 737: Chapter 735: It’s Still Your Fault...

He had been so arrogant just moments ago, now his situation was a total slap in the face.

He glared at Xia Wen almost viciously; President Jin felt that he’d been played by this woman once again.

But seeing Xia Wenjin’s bewildered face, he knew there was nothing simple about this matter.

Xiao Mo pursed his lips, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition—could it be that he had been played by Song Sinian and his cohorts?

Thinking this, his gaze shifted to Mr. Song, who had been sickly moments before, who now looked surprisingly spirited, and his heart sank even further.

With a strained twist of his mouth, Xiao Mo said, "Since Song Sinian is fine, there’s no need to continue this shareholders’ meeting. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave."

His first instinct was to flee the place immediately; he had the nagging feeling that if he did not escape now, he would never have the chance again.

Old Master Song watched impassively as Xiao Mo ran from under their watchful eyes, his brow furrowing noticeably.

He glanced at Song Sinian and asked indifferently, "Do you really intend to let him go just like that?"

The corners of Song Sinian’s mouth rose slightly, "Let him run for now. After all, it’s more interesting to let him have a glimmer of hope before crushing it."

Mr. Song: "..."

After all, Song Sinian had no intention of subjecting Xiao Mo to legal proceedings because, even if his actions were exposed, the punishment wouldn’t be severe.

It would only give him a chance to make a comeback.

How could he possibly offer him such an opportunity?

Especially since this man was the main culprit in the misfortune of Lu Zhaozhao’s previous life in her heart.

He had no plans to leave him any wiggle room.

A disaster left unchecked for years is still a disaster.

As for disasters, one naturally needs to eliminate them root and branch.

Xia Wenjin watched Xiao Mo leave and cast a deep glance at Feng Xixi, who was also leaving, and naturally followed suit.

After all, the shareholder’s meeting was to determine who would be the acting president. Now that the president himself had returned,

why would they need an acting president?

"What exactly is going on?" Xia Wenjin couldn’t help asking as she followed Feng Xixi out of the Song Group building: "Did you know Song Sinian wasn’t dead beforehand? Or was this all part of the plan?"

She clearly remembered that the plan to kill Song Sinian had been left to the people from the Feng Ya Family.

If Feng Xixi knew about it, then that would mean someone from the Feng Ya Family was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Feng Xixi didn’t deny it because before she could speak, Xiao Mo came charging over in a rage.

Then, in a fit of madness, he slapped Xia Wenjin across the face, "You bitch! You dared to play me!"

Xia Wenjin was also stunned by Xiao Mo’s strike, clutching her face and staring dumbfounded at the frenzied Xiao Mo, only to see in the next second she was seized by two bodyguards by her side.

"She’s a fake! She’s not Feng Ya Meizi, she’s Xia Wenjin!"

He shouted this at the bodyguards, but the two men remained unmoved.

Almost in an instant, Xiao Mo understood.

They knew.

He was about to speak again when someone suddenly covered his mouth and dragged him away.

Xia Wenjin was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, while Feng Xixi looked at her with some speechlessness.

"When you swapped faces before, you were so arrogant. Now you know fear?"

"Let’s go. You can’t stay in the country anymore. Come back with me." Feng Xixi extended her hand and pulled her up.

Xia Wenjin was not feeling well at all. She had thought that in her home country, relying on the fake Xiao Mo, she could rise like a phoenix from the ashes, but in reality, everything was a lie.

She followed Feng Xixi, timidly asking, "Was that Xiao Mo just now real?"

Feng Xixi scoffed, "You’re just realizing it? Zhao Qingfeng is so different from Xiao Mo; how could you not notice?"

Long before the two had swapped, Feng Xixi had noticed something was off. Xia Wenjin, who often messed around with Zhao Qingfeng, had not realized it.

How stupid she was.

Xia Wenjin followed Feng Xixi and sat in the backseat of the car. After being silent for a while, she slowly raised her head to look at Feng Xixi, "Then... what about the Feng Ya Family..."

"They’ve known for a long time that you’re not Feng Ya Meizi," Feng Xixi guessed her question and straightforwardly told her.

Xia Wenjin panicked even more.

She wanted to run away, but she didn’t know where to escape to.

Feng Xixi glanced at Xia Wenjin and said casually, "You don’t need to be so nervous. Fengya Ichiro knows your situation. He knows that Feng Ya Meizi’s face can’t be restored, so even if you’re an imposter, he has no choice but to accept it, especially since Feng Ya Meizi has already lost her inheritance rights."

Her words made Xia Wenjin’s tense heart relax a lot.

If Fengya Ichiro had known earlier that she wasn’t Feng Ya Meizi, she wouldn’t have to be so fearful every day.

But she never considered what the real Feng Ya Meizi would do to her once she found out.

Feng Xixi glanced at Xia Wenjin again, a hint of contempt crossing her mind.

How on earth had she given birth to such an idiot?

That very day, Song Sinian had gotten rid of all the turncoats within Song Group.

Mr. Song naturally returned to the Song Mansion in high spirits, repeatedly instructing everyone in the mansion to create the best possible environment for the pregnant Lu Zhaozhao.

Meanwhile, Wen Qingyu also busied himself in the Song Mansion.

They not only bought houses nearby, but Wen Qingyu and Old Master Song hit it off and expanded the Song Mansion.

When Song Si returned home in the evening, he saw Lu Zhaozhao’s face pleading for rescue.

Without a second thought, he assertively carried Lu Zhaozhao back to their room.

"Did someone bully you during the day?" Song Si held her in his arms on the sofa and gently placed her feet on his lap, gently pressing her calves.

He had heard that pregnant women experience blood congestion and swelling in their legs, making their pregnancy uncomfortable.

Although these symptoms usually appear during the second and third trimesters, it was never too early to start taking precautions.

Lu Zhaozhao gently shook her head, "No, it’s just that grandpa, my parents, my brother... they’re too anxious about me. It’s quite stressful."

She didn’t feel anything about the pregnancy itself; it was just their over cautiousness that made her feel nervous.

Song Si’s dark eyes softened, and he kissed her brow, "Okay. I’ll talk to them about this. If there’s anything that makes you unhappy, tell me. I’ll help you deal with it."

Lu Zhaozhao felt a tickle in her eyes and couldn’t resist rubbing them. She chuckled and leaned into Song Si’s embrace, "Mm, I knew my husband is the best~"

"Is that so? Not the times when you tearfully call me a big bad guy?" teased Song Si as he gently rubbed her earlobe.

Lu Zhaozhao’s face turned instantly red, and the memories of those crazy three days and nights flooded back to her like a tide.

She couldn’t help but kick Song Si with her small legs, "That was all your fault..."