220 ScapegoatTranslator: Atla.s.studios | Editor: Atla.s.studios /Atlas StudiosMu Xiaoxiao studied him for a while, pursing her lips. “I don’t know…”
She shook her head. She hugged the pillow in her arms tightly and leaned her head onto his shoulder, sighing as she did so. “I only know that I don’t want to see her, even in the future,” she continued unhappily.
Yin Shaojie ran his long fingers through her soft hair and patted her head gently. “Okay, I understand. I’ll spare you the details of how I punish her then,” he said in a soft voice.
Mu Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, enjoying his ma.s.sage. Nodding, she said, “Yeah, don’t tell me; I don’t want to know…”
Anyway, she just didn’t want to meet Bai Meijiao ever again.
Even though she didn’t know what he was planning to do, she knew that he wouldn’t go overboard with it.
Yin Shaojie patted her head. “Get some rest then. I’ll be going out for a bit.”
He needed to arrange some things and make a few calls, but the calls were something that shouldn’t be heard by her.
Mu Xiaoxiao raised her head up from his shoulders, looking reluctant to part with him. However, what she was reluctant to part with was actually his shoulder.
It had been so comfortable to lean against him, and she had really wanted to fall asleep like that.
“Go and do your thing then. I’ll be napping here. When it’s time for afternoon cla.s.s, remember to wake me up.”
She put the pillow onto the sofa as she said this and laid her head on top of it.
Yin Shaojie got up so that she could now stretch her legs out. He then took the bolster from its corner and handed it to her for her to hug.
“Afternoon,” his magnetic voice said.
“Afternoon.”
Closing her eyes, Mu Xiaoxiao pressed her face against the bolster comfortably.
…
Outside Second High, in City A.
Han Yun’er sat in the booth of a fancy restaurant alone.
“She’s not suspicious of you, right? Good… Continue to make contact with her and think of how to convince her. Yes, the job that I’m entrusting to you this time is that simple. Relax, the fee that you will be getting remains the same regardless of whether you succeed or not. Okay… that’s all; I’ll contact you again.”
As Han Yun’er hung up, the corner of her lip curled up in a smirk.
Knock knock.
Someone knocked, and a waiter holding a tray pushed the door open and entered. He placed the dishes that she had ordered onto the table.
“Enjoy your meal,” the waiter smiled as he said.
“Thanks.” Feeling in a good mood, Han Yun’er drew out a large bill for him as a tip.
The waiter received it with delight, and the smile he maintained on his face became even more sincere. “Thank you so much! Feel free to ask for anything else!” he said.
“No thanks; you may go now.” Han Yun’er waved him off, acting like a rich missy.
The waiter left. Just as she was about to dig in with a fork, her phone rang.
Han Xue’er’s roars of anger penetrated the air.
“Han Yun’er! How are you handling the matter? You’re simply garbage! I thought you were capable, hehe, but you turned out to be like that! Looks like I didn’t underestimate you in the past — you’re trash who can’t handle anything well!”
Han Yun’er gripped her fork tightly, the veins on the back of her hand showing.
Her smile looked savage, but the words that flowed from her mouth were cool and calm.
“What are you anxious for; don’t be so frightened, Sister.”
“Shut up! Who are you calling your sister! I’ve told you countlessly — don’t call me your sister! You’re the product of that s.l.u.tty mistress, not my sister!”
The smile on Han Yun’er’s face turned frostier, but her tone remained the same.
“Aren’t you calling so anxiously because you’re worried that the job wasn’t successful and will implicate you? You can relax if that’s so. I’ve already found a scapegoat for this matter. Even if Young Master Jie were to hold someone accountable and punish them, it would fall to that unlucky fool to bear, not you… Nor would it be me either, of course.”