Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby Chapter 3: I Cried, What About You?

Translator: Yunyi

“Mm... cough... cough cough...”

Consumed by a wave of resentment, Song Jingwan’s eyes welled up with tears involuntarily while her nose began to run. With a great deal of exertion, she finally managed to shift her blurred vision toward the girl’s sparkling, cheerful eyes.

“Song Yao—”

“Isn’t this enjoyable, Sis?”

Increasing the pressure, Song Yaoyao gripped Song Jingwan’s scalp and yanked it backward, forcing her chin upward.

Bringing her face so close that their cheeks nearly touched, Song Yaoyao spoke in an affectionate tone, “Sis, why have you gone silent? I still vividly recall that little prank you played by the pool,” she whispered. “I remember the water drowning my head, rushing into my nose and mouth until my breath faded away. That sensation—I shall never forget it!”

Despite her vulnerable position and a flickering moment of internal dread, Song Jingwan glared back at Song Yaoyao, refusing to concede any guilt. It had merely been a joke. Furthermore, wasn't she standing there perfectly fine?

“Song Yaoyao, you’ve completely lost your mind!” Unwilling to accept defeat, Song Jingwan lashed out, attempting to rake her nails across Song Yaoyao’s face.

However, a resounding slap caused the entire world to fall into a sudden hush.

Song Yaoyao dusted off her palms and looked down at the pathetic wretch that was Song Jingwan. Bending over, she lightly tapped the girl’s cheek. “Consider this a gift in return. Don't forget, you owe me a life.”

That life which had been silently extinguished in the depths of the water because of a 'joke'... she intended to collect that debt on behalf of the body’s previous owner.

Song Jingwan’s eyes burned with a fury that could have scorched Song Yaoyao’s back. Her chest heaved with every breath as the confrontation ended, her expression remaining defiant until the very last second.

She had done nothing wrong. She would never admit to any fault! Song Yaoyao, this is far from over!

...

The moment Song Yaoyao walked out of the bathroom with an arrogant air, her facial expression shifted instantly.

Ow, ow, ow! That slap she delivered to Song Jingwan was so forceful that her own hand was throbbing with pain!

She tried to endure the sensation, widening her eyes and fighting back the urge to cry.

“Hu...”

But her palm felt as though it were being seared by a flame.

It was unbearable! Dammit, she couldn't take it! Waaa, it hurts so much!

Song Yaoyao had been born with an abnormal sensitivity to pain. For her, even the slightest ache was amplified a hundredfold.

She blew air onto her hand. Unable to remain in the room any longer, she sniffled, wiped her eyes, and headed out to find something to eat.

The original Song Yaoyao had been a complete nobody at this gathering; Song Jingwan was the one who had insisted on bringing her along. Never a valued member of the Song Family, Song Yaoyao had endured endless mockery from high society. This contrast in their lives meant that as Song Jingwan’s fame grew, Song Yaoyao’s sense of inferiority only deepened.

In the past, she would have been too intimidated to even take a snack from the dessert table, no matter how hungry she was.

But the current Song Yaoyao would have raised a fuss long ago if her stomach was empty.

After quickly changing her clothes, Song Yaoyao exited the room.

According to her memories, they were currently at the premier mountain resort in Feng City. A place that combined dining, drinking, and luxury entertainment, this resort was widely viewed as a paradise on earth.

A dim moon hung in the night sky as Song Yaoyao followed the hallway toward the exterior. The scale of the resort was breathtaking! Outside, the gravel walkways were bordered by lush greenery and illuminated by enchanting night lights.

Unaware that she was wandering further and further from the dining area, Song Yaoyao noticed the surrounding lights beginning to fade. In contrast to the vibrant sections she had just left, this part of the resort was filled with exotic flora, featured a distinct architectural style, and was eerily quiet.

Lost in her surroundings, she failed to look where she was going and accidentally slammed her head into a wall of solid flesh. The man’s hard muscles sent a jolt of pain through her skull. Staggering backward, she lost her footing and hit the ground with a dull thud.

“Hu...”

It hurts so much!!

Unable to restrain herself, Song Yaoyao burst into loud sobs, “Waaa!”