Chapter 1847: Killing Intent

Li Jiaojiao, surprisingly awake, didn’t shout at Song Jin but adjusted her attitude, glancing at the items on the table.

“What’s this, something to eat?”

Song Jin was so angry his head was about to explode.

He let out his anger, only to be met with such a reply?

He growled irritably, “Yes! Food!”

Li Jiaojiao beamed, “I knew you still cared about me. Why argue with me? You just feel more for me.”

She leaned in wanting to be affectionate, but Song Jin smelled something from her mouth, recoiling in disgust, he shook off her hand and sat at the messy foot of the bed.

Li Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows indifferently, she sat down and opened the box. She couldn’t smell the aroma of food, her face darkened. Inside was just an eight-inch cake, crooked and misshapen, with smeared frosting, absolutely disgusting.

“What is this!”

She tossed the cake to the ground, “Can this stuff even be eaten? It doesn’t fill you up, plus eating cream makes you fat. Why did you buy this, isn’t it sickeningly rich?”

“What are you doing!”

Li Jiaojiao was startled by the shout, “What are you doing? Why shout? Now you can’t even talk to me properly, right? Let me tell you, even if I’m out of money, that’s just temporary. After all, I’m my grandfather’s biological granddaughter. When he dies, he’ll leave me an inheritance. If you don’t serve me well now, you’ll regret it later. I don’t care. I want something hot. Go get me ribs and shrimp…”

“I’ve been running deliveries all day, just got a hundred bucks. Took the last order for a cake, nearly delivered it to the client’s building, but the bike slipped on a puddle near the apartment block. Luckily, I didn’t get wet, but hit the steps, busted my knee, and the cake broke too. The client wouldn’t accept it and complained on the platform. The shop won’t remake it, 268, I lost 268, you know? All the work these days gone to waste!”

How could Li Jiaojiao empathize with someone from the lower class? She didn’t offer a word of comfort, instead disdainfully furrowed her brows, “It’s your own fault for being careless. Who else would they make pay if not you for breaking it?”

“What did you say?” Song Jin was incredulous.

He instinctively took a step toward Li Jiaojiao, when a woman’s voice came from the side, “Jiaojiao, how can you speak like that? Xiao Song worked hard all day and got injured, yet you don’t just ignore him, you provoke him too. How can you be so thoughtless?”

Chairman Li emerged from a shower, her hair was semi-wet, draped over her shoulders, wrapped in just a towel.

She had arrived four days ago.

Li Jiaojiao had pulled Song Jin along to meet her.

The plan was to see if Chairman Li had any moves left. When she led them to move into a luxury hotel suite, Li Jiaojiao indeed got close with her again. But after only two days of enjoying good food and drinks, their accounts were frozen, unable to afford the room fee, kicked out by the hotel, penniless, left wandering the streets, facing charges for attempted murder by her husband’s family, Li Jiaojiao immediately wanted to dump her mother.

But after all, she hadn’t lived long enough, couldn’t outsmart the situation.

After much tugging, they ended up with three people squeezed into a double room at a cheap hotel. Just two beds and a sofa, the beds were singles, fifty yuan a day, the white sheets were yellowed, but Li Jiaojiao made a scene at the hotel, with no one paying attention to her. Fifty a day wouldn’t even cover room service. Being able to shelter such an odd trio—two women and a man—in one room was fortunate enough.

Oh right, Song Jin was the one paying the room fee. He had just that little savings left, depleted entirely. Chairman Li’s apartment given to him was seized too. He couldn’t shake off the two women, clinging to a sliver of hope the mother and daughter might rise again. But once, he had been suited and booted behind a desk; now running deliveries—the sheer disparity twisting his psyche.

The murderous intent in Song Jin’s stare at Li Jiaojiao was unmistakable.