The real heiress is wild and seductive, making all the male leads fall for her.

Chapter 29 Reduce Swelling

The next day, both Grandpa Song and Butler Bai stayed in bed.

Aunt Liu prepared breakfast according to Grandpa Song's usual routine, but after waiting and waiting, Grandpa Song still hadn't gotten up to eat.

You should know that Mr. Song had maintained this routine for several years!

Could something have gone wrong?

Upon realizing this, Aunt Liu turned pale with fright, rushed to call the family doctor, and then frantically banged on the door.

"Grandpa? Grandpa, are you awake?"

There was no movement inside for a long time.

The entire old house was thrown into chaos. No one even noticed that Butler Bai, who usually got up earlier than Old Master Song, was nowhere to be seen today.

Clang!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Grandpa Song opened his eyes groggily, seeing the family doctor rushing in with his entourage.

Old Master Song, looking utterly bewildered, asked, "What's the matter?"

It wasn't until he heard the whole story that Grandpa Song realized it was all a misunderstanding.

He stretched and felt refreshed.

His face was rosy, his eyes were shining, and he looked as if he had taken a super tonic.

Aunt Liu breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, did you sleep well last night? Look at your complexion, you look radiant!"

Not only that, but Mr. Song also felt warm all over, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

He hadn't felt this way in many years.

Since the family doctor was there, we also did some basic checkups for the old man.

He exclaimed in admiration, "Grandpa, you've been taking very good care of your health lately!"

In fact, no. Just before yesterday, he could only sleep three or four hours a night and suffered from migraines from time to time.

"Oh? So all the changes started last night?" the family doctor asked, pressing for an answer.

Grandpa Song was about to say that you haven't changed much when he suddenly paused, remembering the beauty supplements Song Nanxi had brought last night. To avoid upsetting his granddaughter, he had casually taken one...

Really? It works that fast?

"Wait, where's Old Bai?"

Didn't he eat it too? Old Master Song suddenly became curious about Butler Bai's condition.

"Um... Butler Bai seems to have slept in too today..."

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It was still dark when Song Nanxi left the old house.

She was dozing off in the back seat, yawning constantly, tears welling up in her eyes, looking pitiful.

"Brother, are you really my brother? Were you sent by heaven just to torment me? I haven't even had breakfast!"

Ling Sheng sat in the passenger seat, while He Jian drove.

Ling Sheng glanced down at his watch and said casually, "I'll tell Qi Yu to bring you breakfast on his way here. What would you like to eat?"

"Luosifen" (river snail rice noodles).

Song Nanxi rubbed her eyes frantically and smacked her lips twice, "My mouth tastes bland."

Ling Sheng: "..."

Not everyone is fortunate enough to enjoy snail rice noodles.

He refused without hesitation, saying, "Let's choose something else. I'm taking you to the film set for a costume fitting later, and the snail rice noodles smell too strong."

And why would a female celebrity eat snail rice noodles so early in the morning? Is this food she should be eating?

As his agent, he felt that not making Song Nanxi manage her figure or control her diet was already the greatest kindness he could show.

Song Nanxi pouted, "Whatever then." Only after saying that did she realize what she'd done, and she sat up abruptly, "I'm already on set?!"

"Or should I let you stay home and continue causing trouble?" Ling Sheng asked icily.

"How can you blame me? They're just too good-looking." Song Nanxi snorted, wrapped herself tighter in the small blanket, and continued to rub her eyes.

Ling Sheng hadn't been watching her for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw Song Nanxi frantically squeezing her face through the mirror.

Song Nanxi, her face bare, curled up in the blanket, her eyelashes drooping, her cheeks and the corners of her eyes red, her eyelids swollen.

My blood pressure spiked immediately.

Ling Sheng's voice was like a devil's whisper: "Song, Nan, Xi! What are you doing to your face!"

"Ok?"

Song Nanxi looked over innocently, her eyes brimming with tears, "I'm sleepy."

After saying that, Da Da yawned.

Like a lazy little fox, pupa in the back seat.

Ling Sheng's back teeth itched. "Stop rubbing your eyelids, you hear me? Don't you feel your eyes are swollen?"

Song Nanxi tried to open her eyes, but they were a little too big to open.

She guiltily pulled her hands back into the blanket. "It seems so..."

Sometimes I really want to teach her a lesson.

Ling Sheng looked out the window and said to He Jian, "Stop the car."

There were few pedestrians in the early morning. Ling Sheng got out of the car and strode towards the supermarket. He returned a short while later carrying two bottles of ice water. "Apply it."

Song Nanxi glanced at him resentfully, then reluctantly took the ice water and held it to her eyelids. The coolness made her hiss, but her eyes felt much more comfortable.

"Looking like that, did you go thieving last night?"

"If I were a thief, your house would be the first place I'd steal from."

After working on high-intensity missions in those worlds for so long, Song Nanxi finally came back and could relax. So she hired four people to play with her and spent half the night playing King of Glory.

However, this kind of happiness is something an older man like Ling Sheng definitely cannot understand.

After she finished speaking, she gave him a disdainful look.

Ling Sheng's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. "Apply it properly."

Song Nanxi just wanted to give up, saying, "My hands are sore."

As she spoke, she slumped down again, half-heartedly applying the compress to her eyes.

Ling Sheng, a man of action, found it extremely distressing to watch.

He Jian, who was driving, twitched his eyelids and thought to himself that Miss Song was truly a remarkable person. Other artists were like mice in front of a cat when they saw President Ling, but she was the only one who kept provoking President Ling's bottom line.

Just as he was gossiping and speculating about when President Ling would lose his temper and teach Song Nanxi a lesson—

"parking!"

Ling Sheng couldn't take it anymore. He got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and then opened the back door.

Seeing Ling Sheng's dark face, Song Nanxi smiled and very consciously handed him the ice water.

"Brother Ling, you're so good to me."

Ling Sheng had a headache. "Song Nanxi, do I owe you something?" he said sternly. "Come here."

"Oh."

Song Nanxi shifted slightly and obediently closed her eyes.

Ling Sheng pressed ice water onto her face. "You're going to have your makeup done later, are you planning to go with these puffy eyes? I'll arrange for an assistant to keep an eye on you when I have some free time. I want to see what you do every night."

Before Song Nanxi could move, Ling Sheng held her down.

"Don't move."

Song Nanxi couldn't hold back any longer: "Isn't one Qi Yu enough? What do I, a nobody, need an assistant for?"

"You don't have to, or I'll drill a hole in your head and install a camera?" Ling Sheng sneered coldly.

His words were incredibly bloody.

"Damn it!" Song Nanxi complained, "Ling Sheng, are you a tyrant?!"

Ling Sheng's face darkened, and he flicked her forehead with his finger.

"No swearing."

Song Nanxi: "I've said so much online, there's no need to maintain this persona."

I don't understand JPG.

Ling Sheng used ice water to evenly reduce the swelling in her eyes, saying, "If this happens again, I'll deduct your salary."