Chapter 92: Gege, Are You Afraid Of Thunder?

She held onto her hip and hissed. The thought of Song Yaoyao made her furious.

“Mom…let’s not talk about it for now. I’ll help you back to your room to get some rest first.”

Song Jingwan concealed her true feelings as she interrupted and stopped her mother from talking.

But the more she acted like this, the more Zhou Manli believed Song Yaoyao was her jinx.

When she thought about her run of bad luck since the previous night and how she almost lost half her life, she endured and swallowed the words that were about to leave her mouth. She then went upstairs with Song Jingwan.

At the dining table, Song Rui adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes. “Chuan, do you think this has anything to do with Yaoyao?”

He wasn’t a superstitious person, but he couldn’t stop his wife from being one. Moreover, his elder daughter did indeed have abnormally good luck. It was hard for his firm heart to not be moved a little.

Especially since these last two days had been a bit rough.

“What?”

Song Wenchuan put down the walking stick and laughed, “Dad, do you believe that too? Yaoyao has no clue what’s going on and you guys are condemning her. Don’t you think that’s unfair?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Song Rui furrowed his brows.

“Either way, I don’t believe that. If you need to find a reason for the bad luck, then I simply think bad luck befalls those that treat Yaoyao bad. Don’t you think so?”

Why was everyone else fine? It was only Song Jingwan who fell and hit her head, and Zhou Manli who twisted her hip and got a concussion.

As Song Wenchuan thought about this, he began to laugh. He knew it was wrong for him to laugh at his mother like this, but he couldn’t help it.

If this was true, then the brat was quite interesting.

As he watched Song Wenchuan leave, Song Rui narrowed his eyes and whispered, “Does bad luck really befall those that treat her bad…”

If that was the case, then that explained it all.

…

Late at night it was silent.

A wild wind swept past outside the window, blowing leaves all over the ground.

Rumble—

Boom—

Song Yaoyao’s eyes flew open. She was met with an endless darkness.

She took a deep breath, licked her lips, found her bedside lamp, and turned it on as she sat up.

The room quickly lit up.

Her heart was racing and her throat was dry like something was choking her.

Light footsteps echoed from the corridor. Combined with the sounds of the wind outside, the dark night felt extra eerie.

All of a sudden, Song Yaoyao tore off her quilt, ran over to the door barefooted, and opened it.

Huo Yunque was wearing a gray fleece bathrobe over a set of long-sleeved navy blue silk pajamas and he was passing her door with a cup in his hand at that time.

“Gege…”

The girl poked her head out through the gap in the door. Her head was covered in a cold sweat and her face was pale like paper.

Huo Yunque raised an eyebrow and estimated the time in his mind.

It was roughly 2am.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Song Yaoyao sniffed. “Gege, it’s thundering outside.”

“Yes.” Huo Yunque nodded as he looked at her face. “Are you scared?”

“No!”

The girl’s eyes were dark. “I was worried that you’d be scared. Gege, why don’t I sleep with you tonight.”

As she asked this, she gripped the hem of her pajamas so hard that her fingers turned pale.

She was like a trembling rabbit that was pretending to be composed.

Huo Yunque’s lips curved slightly. “No.”

He then started heading back to his room. But a small hand suddenly grabbed onto the corner of his shirt. With amusement in his eyes, he secretly glanced sideways. “I’m not afraid of thunder and I don’t need anyone to accompany me.”

Rumble—

Another loud thunder roared. Song Yaoyao was so frightened that she immediately buried her head into Huo Yunque’s back.

As her voice broke, she said, “No, you definitely need someone….”