My Villainous Persona Collapses as My Family Reads My Mind - Chapter 29

Shen Que’s words made Song Wei involuntarily take a step back, her expression shifting from infatuation to embarrassment.

Song Wei couldn’t find anything to refute him with. She could only stare intently at the person before her, her palms pierced deeply by her own nails.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point; no one spoke.

At that moment, Shen Que’s phone chimed.

He opened it right in front of Song Wei. It was a voice message from Meng Zhiyi.

“Checking up on you.”

Just brief words, but the crisp voice shattered the silence.

[Just left home, heading back to school. Want some late-night snacks?] Shen Que replied to Meng Zhiyi’s message as if no one else was present.

Soon, Shen Que received another voice message from Meng Zhiyi, this time with a hint of gritted teeth: “Are you trying to fatten me up and then dump me?”

Shen Que: [I remember there’s a place with really good sliced pork.]

“Alright then, since you’re recommending it so enthusiastically, I’ll reluctantly have some. Make it mildly spicy, lots of cilantro, thank you.”

At this moment, Meng Zhiyi’s voice felt like knives stabbing into Song Wei’s heart.

Shen Que looked up, his gaze indifferent as he spoke, “If you have nothing to do lately, just stay at school and don’t wander around.”

With that, he turned and got into his car, not giving Song Wei a chance to speak.

Under the nightfall, Song Wei stood rooted to the spot like a wooden stake, her eyes fixed on the direction Shen Que’s car had disappeared, even though there was nothing left to see.

Upstairs, the Shen Matriarch stood at the second-floor window, her expression stern as she watched Song Wei. She had witnessed the entire scene of Song Wei stopping Shen Que.

“This Song Wei really is insatiable. Go call her in,” the Shen Matriarch said to the butler beside her, her tone tinged with anger.

“Yes, I’ll go right away.”

The butler responded and turned to go downstairs.

Soon, Song Wei was brought to the living room by the butler.

“Grandmother, you wanted to see me.”

By now, Song Wei’s expression had become more restrained. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her, head lowered, looking every bit the obedient girl.

But she didn’t know that the Shen Matriarch had long since seen through her act and simply couldn’t be bothered to expose her.

The Shen Matriarch was feeding the turtle in the fish tank, not even looking up as she asked, “You’re nineteen this year, aren’t you?”

Song Wei replied, “Yes, my birthday is in a month.”

The Shen Matriarch said, “Then according to our agreement, once you turn nineteen, you should leave the Shen Family.”

At these words, Song Wei suddenly looked up, unease flickering in her eyes.

“Grandmother, are you kicking me out?”

The Shen Matriarch raised her head, her eyes-having seen the vicissitudes of life-now filled with authority, completely different from the warmth she showed Meng Zhiyi.

Song Wei’s face turned pale. She bit her lip, not daring to meet the Shen Matriarch’s gaze.

The Shen Matriarch put down the tweezers in her hand, walked over to the sofa and sat down, her voice even colder: “What, after living in the Shen Family for a few years, you really think you’re one of us?”

Song Wei kept her head down, not daring to reply.

But the Shen Matriarch wasn’t about to let it go. She continued, “Your parents did indeed make an agreement with Xiao Que’s parents back then, but that’s all in the past and not worth mentioning. Three years ago, your second uncle Song Zhaojing let you choose for yourself: thirty million, or the engagement.”

“You haven’t forgotten your choice back then, have you?”

At this, Song Wei’s face turned even paler.

No one but the Shen Family and herself knew that before Meng Zhiyi, she was the one engaged to Shen Que.

But she had destroyed it all herself.

How could Song Wei have foreseen the arrival of Meng Zhiyi back then?

She was simply too confident, thinking that even without the engagement, she could make Shen Que fall in love with her.

However, not long after she made that decision, the Shen Matriarch personally arranged the engagement between Shen Que and Meng Zhiyi.

Seeing Song Wei remain silent, the Shen Matriarch couldn’t be bothered to waste more words.

She waved her hand, issuing a final order: “Next month then. Once your birthday is over, move out of the Shen Family.”

With that, the Shen Matriarch got up and went upstairs to rest.

Song Wei didn’t dare say a word from start to finish, but in her heart, she was already filled with resentment toward the old woman.

When the living room was empty, she finally raised her head slowly, her eyes dark and shadowed.

As if making some decision in her heart, Song Wei cast a venomous glance upstairs before finally leaving.

Upstairs, the butler brought the Shen Matriarch a cup of calming tea, his tone worried: “Madam, is it really appropriate to drive her out so directly?”

The Shen Matriarch replied, “I know it’s not ideal, but letting her stay in the Shen Family would be even worse.”

“You’re concerned about Miss Meng?” the butler asked.
She shook her head and said earnestly, “Yiyi is the one I worry about the least. What I’m concerned about is Xiao Que.”

Meanwhile, at the pavilion beneath the school dormitory building.

Meng Zhiyi wore a stern face, her voice arrogant: “I don’t eat scallions, only cilantro. Why did you put so much in? Pick them out, or I’ll get mad!”

After speaking, she crossed her arms, glaring angrily, though secretly feeling triumphant.

[Shen Que, let’s see how long you can put up with this.]

“Then eat the meat pie first while you wait.” Shen Que’s voice was gentle as he stuffed the meat pie into Meng Zhiyi’s hands, then began carefully picking out the scallions from the bowl.

Meng Zhiyi held the meat pie, frowning, looking at Shen Que speechlessly.

[Are all rich kids this emotionally stable?]

[I’m doomed. At this rate, it’ll take forever to complete my task!]

[Why is this 3% Dislike Value so hard to get?]

[This shouldn’t be happening. Where did I go wrong?]

As Shen Que picked out the scallions, he listened to Meng Zhiyi’s muttering, his eyes hiding a barely noticeable indulgence.

Originally, his intention was simply to dig deeper into Meng Zhiyi’s secrets, which was why he agreed to play along with her act.

But after spending time with her, Shen Que realized Meng Zhiyi wasn’t as annoying as she seemed on the surface. In fact, hearing her inner thoughts created a cute contrast-she was actually a bit adorable.

“I’m starving! Can’t you hurry up?”

Meng Zhiyi decided to keep trying.

Shen Que said, “Almost done, just hold on a bit longer.”

Soon, he had picked out every last bit of scallion from the bowl. Even when Meng Zhiyi poked around with her chopsticks, trying to find any leftovers to continue making a fuss, she found nothing.

Seeing this, Meng Zhiyi felt defeated and had no choice but to give up.

She ate in big, frustrated bites, then left the messy table, stood up, and said angrily, “I’m going back to sleep!”

Then she turned and ran back to the dormitory.

She ran all the way, grumbling in her heart.

[No, no, with things like this, I need to change my strategy.]

[My retirement life, my thirty billion, my money!]

[Ahhhhh!!!! (wailing)]

Shen Que stayed behind, cleaning up the trash on the table. Hearing Meng Zhiyi’s wails, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

He threw away the trash, wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and looked in the direction of the dormitory with a smile, murmuring, “Thirty billion… So that’s your mission reward?”

*

On the other side, after leaving the Shen Family, Song Wei headed straight to a certain residential complex.

This was the place she bought with part of the thirty million she got from the Shen Family.

Song Wei rarely came here, because her second uncle, Song Zhaojing, lived here.

Song Zhaojing was forty-eight years old. Spoiled by his parents as a child, he grew lazy and indulgent, and even at his age, he still lazed around, spending all day immersed in online games.

After Song Wei’s parents had their accident and the Song Family lost its financial support, Song Zhaojing failed to step up, angering the elderly parents to death, and then turned to Song Wei, who was fostered at the Shen Family.

Song Zhaojing’s appearance became a turning point in Song Wei’s fate.

Like Shen Que, Song Wei’s parents were special operations personnel, often carrying out special missions. They died during an anti-terrorism operation.

Before dying, her parents entrusted young Song Wei to their friends and comrades, the Shen Family couple, who took her in until she came of age.

However, after Song Zhaojing angered the elders to death and was left with nowhere to go, he sought out Song Wei and persuaded her to give up her engagement with Shen Que and instead take her parents’ compensation money.

After getting thirty million from the Shen Family, Song Zhaojing continued his lazy lifestyle.

The Shen Family kept their promise and allowed Song Wei to stay until she was nineteen.

“Go! On the left, there’s someone peeking out.”

Song Wei’s thoughts were interrupted by Song Zhaojing’s voice. She pushed open the door and walked in, seeing her second uncle sitting in front of the computer, gaming in the dimly lit room.

She fumbled for the switch on the wall.

The moment the lights came on, Song Wei was so angry at the scene before her that she trembled.

The spacious living room was piled high with garbage and takeout boxes, and the air reeked of rotting food.

When the lights came on, Song Zhaojing noticed her arrival.

He only glanced at her briefly before returning to his game, saying, “Xiao Wei, you’re back. So, how’s it going with Shen Que? Did you talk about when you’ll get married? If it doesn’t work out, just strip and climb into his bed-make it a done deal.”

“As long as you marry him, I can enjoy the rest of my life.”