The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Qingchen was so surprised that she hiccupped and stopped crying. It took her a while to realize what was going on.

If she wasn't mistaken, it was An Xiaxia who had answered the door!

Why was she here?

Song Qingchen wouldn't give up and went on pressing the doorbell. Sheng Yize, who was cooking, was alarmed by this. He looked up and asked, "Who is that?"

An Xiaxia smiled resentfully. "Someone I don't want to see."

After some thought, she added, "I don't think you want to see her, either!"

Song Qingchen heard her words outside and her face turned grim. She pressed the doorbell ever harder!

An Xiaxia couldn't bear the noise and answered the door eventually. Song Qingchen was still pressing the doorbell and almost fell on the ground facedown.

She glared at An Xiaxia, who was still wearing Sheng Yize's shirt. Her black hair hung loose down her back and her eyes shone. Song Qingchen couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Brother Ah Ze…" She pointed at An Xiaxia with teary eyes. "How could you and her… Did - did you think about my feelings at all?"

An Xiaxia replied earnestly, "No, we didn't."

Song Qingchen's face was almost green. Sheng Yize asked in a grave tone, "What are you doing here?"

"I - I…" She lowered her head and didn't know what to say.

How could this happen?!

After she heard that Sheng Yize hadn't gone back yet, she thought she could come here and see if she could win him back.

Never had she expected to find An Xiaxia here, wearing Sheng Yize's clothes! Their intimacy was self-explanatory.

"Brother Ah Ze, can we talk?" Song Qingchen gave Sheng Yize a pleading look.

Sheng Yize looked back at her indifferently. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll ask Daddy to pull out his investment from the Sheng family?" Song Qingchen raised her voice all of a sudden.

Sheng Yize sneered. "Don't worry. Shengshi won't go bankrupt without your family's investment! Miss Song, thank you for your concern!"

Song Qingchen looked as if she had aged ten years in a second. Her face was ridden with sorrow.

She acted as if she had lost her mind and vented her rage by lunging at An Xiaxia, who was standing on the side.

"Bitch! It's all your fault! Give me back my Brother Ah Ze! Give him back to me!"

An Xiaxia was caught off-guard and was pushed to the ground. The pain brought tears to her eyes.

Song Qingchen raised her bag and was going to smash An Xiaxia with it when her wrist was caught. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

"Get out!" Sheng Yize's voice was so cold that her knees buckled.

Sheng Yize shook her off impatiently. "Miss Song, please leave. Try anything again and I'm calling the police."

Tears rolled down Song Qingchen's cheeks as she voiced her curse. "I'll never forgive you!"

One day, she would make Sheng Yize taste the pain of this despair.

She stormed off in her heels.

Sheng Yize carried An Xiaxia to the sofa and asked in a concerned voice, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

An Xiaxia shook her head and said in resignation, "After what she did just then, why does it feel like she's the innocent one and we are the ones who committed some unforgivable crime?"

"Ignore her." After giving her that indifferent reply, Sheng Yize carried the breakfast to the sofa and fed An Xiaxia himself.

"Hm… But don't you have to make it up to her?"

"I've given her back all that I owe her. If she pushes her luck again, I won't go easy on her," Sheng Yize explained calmly. After An Xiaxia was fed, he finished the rest of the food.

An Xiaxia covered her face, feeling a little bashful.

To a glutton, letting her eat first was true love!

Sheng Yize's phone then vibrated. He picked it up and heard Mr. Song's tired voice on the other end. "Yize, you've disappointed me."