Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Dane Song Loses His Temper, Lord Jing Asks Qi Jie to Tutor Him
Olivia Song dragged her exhausted body back to Song Manor. As soon as she entered the house, something flew towards her and landed at her feet.
Splat.
A crisp sound echoed in the living room.
She looked down at the shattered ashtray on the floor, her face instantly turning pale.
Luckily, it only landed near her feet. If it had hit her face, she would be disfigured.
"You still have the nerve to come back."
Dane Song sat on the sofa, his face darkened with anger as he shouted.
Olivia Song was puzzled, looking up at him with a small, pitiful face, "Dad, what’s wrong?"
Her question was like a fuse, causing all of Dane Song’s anger to erupt.
"Why didn’t you tell me that the cheating in the college entrance exam had been exposed?"
Olivia Song was stunned, stammering, "When it was revealed, I was focused on resolving it and forgot to tell you."
Dane Song immediately reprimanded, "Now everyone online knows, and the Song family has become a laughingstock. Is this your solution?"
Recalling the phone calls he received not long ago, filled with gloating and disdain, left his face nowhere to hide.
"Dad, I didn’t know it would turn out like this," Olivia Song explained quietly, outlining the situation.
The more Dane Song listened, the more his brow furrowed, finally letting out a sigh.
He stared at her full of disappointment, "Olive, how could you be so foolish? We’re not against you finding someone to handle such important matters, but once it’s done, clean up thoroughly."
Olivia Song lowered her head, a flicker of regret flashed through her eyes.
She regretted asking Rae Zander to handle it this time.
"From now on, you’re not allowed to film anymore. Focus all your attention on your studies."
After saying that, Dane Song went upstairs, still radiating anger.
"Dad." Olivia Song called after him with reddened eyes.
But he responded with nothing but a cold back.
"Mom, I don’t want to leave the entertainment industry."
Olivia Song burst into tears and threw herself into the arms of the woman on the sofa, a grievance in her voice.
Sammie Ziegler’s heart ached seeing her daughter like this. The couple had held her in their hands from a young age, never speaking a harsh word. This time, Old Song was indeed too much.
Such an incident was not what Olive wanted to see; why should all the anger be poured on her?
"Olive, don’t cry. If you don’t want to quit, we won’t. I’ll talk to your dad."
Sammie Ziegler comforted her, stroking her head with sympathy.
"Thank you, Mom."
"Silly child, but you must promise Mom that your next test scores must return to previous levels."
Olivia Song stiffened, holding Sammie Ziegler’s arm even tighter.
After a while, she uttered a single word, "Okay."
Satisfied with the answer, Sammie Ziegler smiled, "Go eat, I’ll go upstairs to talk to your dad."
Upon hearing this, Olivia Song slowly let her go.
...
"What’s this, Claire?"
Julian Sia looked at the items the girl was carrying, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stepped forward to take them, naturally holding the girl’s hand.
Seeing his whole action, Claire Green raised her eyebrows slightly, her lips involuntarily curling up.
"The papers they wrote, taking them back to correct."
Julian Sia was speechless, "Looks like being entrusted with a heavy responsibility suits Claire well."
Although the child had a cold temperament, she would do well once she accepted a task.
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green let out a low laugh, her eyes teasingly looking at someone, "Sounds like Brother is very envious."
Julian Sia paused, a joyful smile overflowing from his throat.
He casually pinched the girl’s hand, "A bit, so when is Claire planning to tutor me?"
Not far away, Charles Jordan heard this, stumbled, and couldn’t help but twitch his cheeks.
Mr. Sia’s level of flirting with girls is getting higher; not even tutoring is off-limits.
If memory serves, his Mr. Sia entered Capital University with a perfect score on the national college entrance exam, yet now, at his age, he wants a young girl to tutor him.
Claire Green paused in her steps, the curve of her lips revealing, her tone careless, "Sure, Brother, what do you want me to teach you?"
A glimmer of mischief flashed in Julian Sia’s eyes; he leaned down to whisper in the girl’s ear, and huskily said a few words.
"It’s up to Claire."
Although it was a serious sentence, his deliberately drawn-out tone and the current ambiguous atmosphere made it sound irregular.
Claire Green wickedly curled her lips, "Since Brother said so, finish all the materials you prepared for me last time."
Upon hearing this, Julian Sia felt even more joyful; the child was quite vindictive.
"Listening to you."
...
Returning to Grace Estate, there’s no need for Julian Sia to speak; Charles Jordan thoughtfully moved all the materials out.
Looking at his eager actions, Julian Sia seemed amusedly at him, "You’re quite quick."
Charles Jordan revealed a professional smile, "That’s what I should do. Mr. Sia, is there anything else to prepare?"
Seeing him like that, Julian Sia glanced at him, "Get lost."
"Alright, enjoy solving the problems."
When the words were uttered.
Charles Jordan immediately ran outside.
Once he left the estate, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; he dared to tease Mr. Sia.
He then took out his phone and vented about Julian Sia’s behavior in their group chat.
[Little Leaf: Mr. Sia’s tactics are too deep.]
[Jacob Jordan: Wow, I’ve learned something. I’ll use this trick to pursue women in the future.]
[Sophia Jordan: As expected of Mr. Sia.]
...
"Brother, let’s start."
Claire Green held her face with her left hand and lazily corrected the papers on the table with a pen in her right hand, speaking without raising her head.
Julian Sia laughed softly and began to solve the problems lazily.
Not long after.
Claire Green heard the man’s casual tone echoing in her ears.
The warm breath brushed against her face, feeling a bit ticklish.
"There’s a question I can’t quite get, can you help me out, Claire?"
Claire Green lifted her head, her lazy eyes meeting the man’s gaze.
After a moment.
A chuckle escaped.
Claire Green looked at the problem he pointed out, expressionless, "Brother, are you sure you’re not messing with me?"
Julian Sia raised his eyebrow, seemingly sincere, "Of course not, I really don’t get it."
Claire Green stared at him for a few seconds, saw through his little scheme but didn’t expose it, instead leaned forward to explain quietly.
The girl’s usually calm voice had a gentle touch at this moment, observing her earnest expression, affection flickered in Julian Sia’s eyes.
"Brother, do you understand now?"
The intense gaze above wasn’t unnoticed by Claire Green; she chuckled playfully, her words teasing.
Julian Sia smiled and nodded, "Listening to Claire, my thoughts suddenly became clear."
"Tsk."
Claire Green looked at him meaningfully, then bowed her head to continue grading the papers.
But the curve of her lips deepened gradually, betraying her current good mood.
In the following time, the two focused on their tasks, undisturbed.
The warm atmosphere spread instantly.
Claire Green continued grading the papers in her hand, her lazy glance casually swept over the man working on his problems, her eyes filled with amusement.
From after school until now, he hadn’t mentioned the matter on Weibo, instead finding ways to cheer her up.
"Claire can sneak a glance at Brother, but that smile should be a bit more restrained."
Julian Sia looked up, his lips curved, speaking cheerfully with a hint of teasing.