My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 351: 350, administered the medicine Chapter 351: 350, administered the medicine Yang Xin’er got up early to make breakfast. Before she married Yufeng, she used to cook by herself as her parents were always either at work or working overtime, leaving her to take care of herself. Ever since she married Yufeng, she hadn’t lifted a finger to cook in many years. To gain Xiao Ning’s forgiveness, she felt she must do this to show her sincerity.

“Mom, let me help you.” Song Yanxue entered the kitchen, picked up the thermal container from the table, rinsed it at the sink, and placed it beside Yang Xin’er.

“Why did you get up so early?” Yang Xin’er asked in surprise as she looked at Song Yanxue. Xiao Xue usually slept until the sun was high, but these past few days, she had been getting up as soon as breakfast was ready.

“I didn’t want you to overexert yourself, Mom, so I thought I’d help you out. The soy milk is ready; I’ll go get it for you.” Song Yanxue walked over to the blender, picked up the previously prepared thermal mug Yang Xin’er had set aside, filled a cup, and placed it on the table.

“You’ve grown up, truly sensible now,” Yang Xin’er said, beaming with pride as she looked at Song Yanxue, her eyes filled with relief.

Song Yanxue walked over to Yang Xin’er, took her by the arm and said, “I also want Xiao Ning to forgive you soon and return to the Song Family, so we can be reunited as a family.”

“Um!” Yang Xin’er patted Song Yanxue’s hand. She hoped that day would come soon.

“Mom!” Song Yanli entered the kitchen, saw Song Yanxue there, and looked puzzled. Xiao Xue had never been fond of Xiao Ning, what was she doing helping their mother in the kitchen? Was she up to something?

“Xiao Li, Mom has already prepared breakfast. You can take it to Xiao Ning now,” Yang Xin’er said as she picked up the prepared breakfast from the table and handed it to Song Yanli.

Song Yanli glanced at Song Yanxue, took the breakfast, and left the kitchen.

Song Yanxue went to Lu Tingxuan’s room, listened briefly at the door, then knocked. Yesterday, she had also come to find Lu Tingxuan to tell him that Song Yan Ning had eaten the breakfast her mother made, but despite her persistent knocking, Lu Tingxuan never came to the door.

The door swung open, and Lu Tingxuan stood in the

handsome as Qin Yushen’s, and was momentarily distracted, “May I come in?” It boggled her mind how Song Yan Ning had managed such good fortune, winning Brother

nod, turned, and walked into the

down across from Lu Tingxuan,

Song Yan Ning would eat that breakfast. Previously, Song Yanxue had approached him with a plan to help him win over Song Yan Ning, asking if he had any colorless, tasteless drug that

wanted Song Yan Ning; otherwise, she would make sure Song Yan Ning was dead. Keeping Song Yan Ning around was always a risk. However, she dared not act behind Lu Tingxuan’s back, for the man seemed meek and scholarly but

it were so easy to ensnare Song Yan Ning, he wouldn’t have been struggling to find an opportunity all these years. Still, he was willing to give it a try—perhaps this time Song Yan

colorless and tasteless? How could Song Yan Ning possibly detect it?” Song Yanxue was dismissive. In just one more month, just

breakfast over again?”

embarrassingly, “I saw mom getting up early to make breakfast, I really couldn’t bear to let her down, so if you don’t

on the stone table under the banyan tree and spread it out one by one, “Today when I went to the kitchen to get breakfast, I saw Xiao Xue there. She was

slightly and looked at the dumpling held by Song Yanli’s chopsticks, “Wait a

down, she stopped her motion upon hearing Song Yan Ning’s words, “Is there something

soy milk, smelled it too, “There’s poison in here.” The poison indeed was colorless and tasteless, but being from the Demon World, she had a more

Song Yanli’s hand dropped in fright onto the table. Fortunately,

lingering fear, “Xiao Ning, mom wouldn’t do that, it must be Xiao Xue. How could

in Xiao Xue now, even if

Song Yan Ning