Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Since Song Wenchuan didn't understand what the girls were talking about, as a foreigner, it was even harder for Nolan to understand.

But it didn't stop him from admiring the lively and lovable girls.

"No."

Song Wenchuan sneered; he was clearly in a bad mood.

He started moving his wheelchair. "In this world, my sister is the cutest."

Everyone else was nothing compared to her!

An Ruoyao who had just finished getting changed walked out and saw the familiar figure. She furrowed her brows. "Strange...is that Song Wenchuan?"

But why did Song Wenchuan come here without notifying Song Jingwan?

...

Zhou Manli felt like she had encountered a stroke of bad luck.

But how bad was it exactly? She could drink water and choke on it; walk on flat ground and have her brand new heels snap beneath her. When she took her shoes back to the store to examine it, they insisted there was nothing wrong with it.

In a fit of rage, she blacklisted the store, blaming their shoe for injuring her ankle.

After resting at home for two days, she couldn't handle it any longer. Since Song Wenchuan had woken up and the company was stable, she returned to the life of a wealthy madam and spent her days either having facial treatments or playing mahjong. 

But the skincare she usually used gave her an allergic reaction.

And her luck at the mahjong table had reached its limit. As soon as she sat down, she was practically handing out money.

In just two days, she lost several hundred thousand yuan.

This money didn't mean much to Zhou Manli, but in the past, even though she wasn't invincible, she always won something.

Her losing streak and her recent stroke of bad luck made her begin to doubt her life.

But this wasn't all.

When Song Jingwan returned home and saw her mother sitting unhappily on the sofa, she blinked tiredly, suppressed her irritability, and asked thoughtfully, "Mom, are you in a bad mood?"

"Jingwan? Oh, you're back!"

When Zhou Manli saw Song Jingwan, it was like she had found her savior. She waved, waited for Song Jingwan to approach, and grabbed onto her hand.

"You have no idea how unlucky I've been lately! That jinx must be cursing me behind my back! Jingwan, you need to give me some luck! I've lost so much in mahjong lately! You don't know how those old hags have been ridiculing me!"

"Mom..."

Song Jingwan curved her eyes and said softly, "There's no such thing as luck. You must have been too worried about Wenchuan and couldn't sleep well so you didn't have the energy. Your mahjong losses have nothing to do with me." 

"No! Of course it has nothing to do with you!"

Zhou Manli shook her head. "Have you forgotten what used to happen when you were young? When I carried you in my arms at the mahjong table, I didn't lose once! All these years, things have run smoothly for this family because of your presence..." 

"That's because our family is lucky in general, and Dad is capable~" 

Song Jingwan held onto Zhou Manli's hand and comforted her, "Okay, Mom, let me take you to get some rest. It's late!"

"No, unless you sleep with me. My luck will definitely be better tomorrow."

Zhou Manli shook her head as she held onto Song Jingwan and refused to let her go.

"Then..." Song Jingwan looked into Zhou Manli's eyes and nodded helplessly. "Okay~ I'll sleep with you tonight. Hopefully, Dad won't be jealous when he gets back!"

She blinked innocently as she teased her mother.

Zhou Manli laughed. She tapped her nose and said dotingly, "Oh, you~ Your father would never be jealous of you! He loves you too much! By the way, how was your performance tonight?"