[Hmph! That human nanny and her son actually dared to abscond with the money! Didn't they even consider whether they could afford it?! I was worried the cub wouldn't have enough money, so I left her 100 million, and they took it all! The meager fine and 11-year sentence are far too lenient!!]
Click...
Zhu Hao's magnetic pen fell from her hand, rolled onto the floor mat, and stopped at Tang Song's feet.
My goodness... a hundred million!?
One hundred million!?
Tang Song left her 100 million yuan after two years?!
She could barely hold onto the easel.
Even if you sold her, you wouldn't get a hundred million. Even if you sold her organs one by one, you wouldn't get a hundred million!
She never even looked at how much money was in that card.
She was thinking that Tang Song had already spent three million to bring her back.
Three million was more money than she had ever seen in her life.
Furthermore, since Tang Song had arranged all her needs for food, clothing, and shelter, she felt she couldn't use Tang Song's money anymore, otherwise she really wouldn't be able to pay it back.
After Tang Song gave her the card, she locked it in the safe, constantly reminding herself that she would never take it out to use unless a major accident occurred.
Unexpectedly, the nanny stole it.
When she called the police, she couldn't say the exact amount in the card, or even remember the bank card number. The bank card's identity information also belonged to Tang Song.
At the time, she only had one impression of Tang Song: he was a wolf, and she knew nothing else.
The police officers, seeing her as a deaf and mute young girl who had just come of age, assumed she had at most lost tens of thousands of yuan, and their investigation was extremely perfunctory.
[Huh? What's wrong with the cub? Does it think the sentence was too lenient? Should I have the lawyer file another lawsuit? A heavier sentence? Sigh~ Actually, I'd rather use the wolf clan's punishment methods—tear them apart! How dare they abuse my cub!! If it weren't for them, my cub wouldn't be so short now!! So annoying! But we wolves can't break human laws! Hmph!]
The large black tail drooped down and poked at the magnetic pen beside its feet, as if venting its frustration.
Tang Song bent down, picked up the pen from the ground, and handed it to Zhu Hao, who was in a daze. "What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with the verdict?"
Zhu Hao stared at Tang Song's fingertips. The childish magnetic pen was not even as long as one of his fingers, but it was just the right size for her to hold.
The tip of the magnetic pen still had a black hair stuck to it.
Zhu Hao swallowed hard, took the pen, and shook his head repeatedly, "No, it's already very good, thank you."
Tang Song pursed her lips and replied simply, "Mm."
He bowed his head, blinking rapidly in shock.
Oh my god!! So the punishment Tang Song had in mind for the wolf clan really was tearing people apart?
She thought that Tang Song's previous thoughts were just verbal venting, a kind of emotional "tear-down".
The result was that it was physically torn, right?
This... certainly fits the wild nature of wolves.
Zhu Hao pursed his lips slightly, secretly clutched the nib of the pen in his palm, put it in his pocket, and piled it together with the nibs from before.
It seems she really can't easily touch the taboos of their wolf clan.
The chances of touching its tail are getting lower and lower!
Waaaaah...
Let's not buy the fish oil anymore; what if it actually works?
If Tang Song didn't shed, she wouldn't even be able to touch this little bit of fur, boohoo...
Try switching him to a shampoo that helps with hair loss. Those shampoo products that cause hair loss will probably cause frizz too.
Tang Song sensed Zhu Hao's low spirits, his brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced around the carriage. He picked up a spare drawing board, placed it on his lap, and quickly began to draw.
[What's wrong with the cub? Good heavens, did I say something wrong? Didn't the cub say there was no need to appeal? Does saying no mean yes? Can the cub say the opposite of what it means?]
Zhu Hao paused, and couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.
The low mood caused by not being able to touch its tail gradually dissipated.
Tang Song awkwardly handed the drawing board in his hand to Zhu Hao.
Zhu Hao's eyes froze for a moment; on the drawing board was a lifelike little wolf.
One ear drooped, the other stood up, its tail obediently circled in front of it, and it wore a bright smile on its face.
The ink on the magnetic drawing board is black.
Through this painting, she seemed to see Tang Song's wolf-like appearance.
There was also a short note written next to the little wolf.
[You can talk to Little Wolf about things that make you unhappy—emotions can affect your physical health.]
Zhu Hao's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the strong and vigorous characters on the drawing board, just like the wolf he was, serious and aloof.
But the tone of his voice, like Tang Song's inner thoughts, has a magical power to make people forget their troubles.
She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips; the little wolf on the canvas looked more and more like Tang Song.
Zhu Hao picked up her easel and said, "I'm fine."
Tang Song glanced quickly at the drawing board in her hand, and the tips of her ears visibly trembled and turned red.
The tail that had been thrashing about just moments before was now curled up in a ball, lying motionless beside him.
【Ahhh!! Help! This drawing is so ugly!! Will the cub hate it?! I feel like this is a bit childish to try and appease the cub, will the cub think so too?】
Tang Song reached out, wanting to take his drawing board back.
Zhu Hao took the two drawing boards, turned his body to the side, and hid them, refusing to give them to Zhu Hao.
[Huh? You won't give it to me? Does that mean my painting is pretty good? Hahaha! Does the little one like it? Hahaha, I'm so smart, I'm so good at taking care of the little one!]
Zhu Hao's eyes twitched slightly. He placed the two drawing boards on the car door storage drawer, folded his hands on his knees, and sat quietly.
*
South gate of Beicheng University.
Fang Ling and Zhou Xin sneaked into a black minivan.
As soon as she stepped into the car, she caught sight of the man in the back seat.
Dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed back and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he elegantly flipped through the documents in his hands.
He was her fiancé, Xiao Siqi, the only son of the Xiao family in Beicheng, with whom she had been engaged six months ago.
Fang Ling's eyes lit up. "Siqi! What are you doing in the car?"
The man put down the documents, looked up at her, and a touch of tenderness appeared on his face, softening his sharp features. "I'm not busy at work today, so I came to pick you up from school. We'll go out for dinner together. The restaurant is already booked, and it's very private, so don't worry."
Xiao Siqi reached out and helped Fang Ling sit down beside him, then considerately removed her disguise.
September was still quite hot, so Fang Ling dressed very conservatively to avoid being recognized.
Now, beads of sweat were seeping from his smooth forehead.
A hint of heartache flashed across Xiao Siqi's eyes. "It's so hot, why are you wearing so many clothes?"
Zhou Xin chuckled to herself from the passenger seat, "Is President Xiao feeling sorry for our Sister Ling?"
"Zhou Xin!" Fang Ling gently patted the passenger seat, her tone coquettish, "What are you saying?"
“She’s not wrong.” Xiao Siqi handed her a tissue. “You’re my fiancée, what’s wrong with me feeling sorry for you?”
Fang Ling pursed her lips, lowered her eyes shyly, and took the tissue with demureness, carefully wiping away her sweat, afraid of ruining her natural makeup.
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