The Chubby Rich Daughter's Counterattack

As she thought about this, she ran around the Yan Family villa’s garden. Recently, she had been trying her best to lose weight and detoxify the poison. With the previous medicinal bath, her physical fitness had changed a lot. At least, she wouldn’t be like when she had just transmigrated and couldn’t even run.

Wen Qing walked over from outside and was slightly stunned when he saw Song Jiaren running under the sunlight. Even though they met every day and he knew how much she had changed, he still couldn’t help but be stunned every time he saw her.

He could no longer remember what Song Jiaren looked like in the beginning. The fat Song Jiaren in his mind was slowly replaced by this woman with exquisite curves and fair skin. She was really beautiful after she lost weight. Even the sweat on her forehead was pleasing to the eye.

“Miss Song, the thing you wanted has arrived,” Wen Qing said after regaining his composure.

Song Jiaren stopped in her tracks and said with joy in her eyes, “That’s great, give it to me quickly.”

She turned her head, and the black spot on her right side that was originally covered was revealed. Although it had already faded a lot, it still ruined the overall beauty. A trace of pity flashed across Wen Qing’s eyes.

Song Jiaren quickly walked towards the villa. The greatest benefit of living in the Yan Household was that no matter how rare the herbs she wanted were, Yan Cheng would always be able to get them for her. Hence, Song Jiaren extorted a large sum of herbs as treatment fees. It could be said that she had avenged herself for being forced to stay.

She wanted these herbs because she wanted to remove the black spots on her face completely. There was only one last bit of poison left in her body and she needed a precious herb. If it wasn’t for the Yan family, she would probably have to spend a lot of effort to obtain it.

At the thought of this, her attitude towards Yan Cheng changed a little.

She strode happily into the living room and placed a wooden box on the table. When she wanted to pick it up, a large hand picked it up faster than her.

She looked up and saw that Yan Cheng was there too. She was so happy that she did not see him at all.

Yan Cheng saw the happiness in her eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly. “This thing isn’t for me to use, right?”

Song Jiaren’s body stiffened as she cursed in her heart. He clearly didn’t care about this before, so why was he acting so abnormally today? She chuckled and said, “This can be considered my consultation fee.”

She wanted to snatch it away but Yan Cheng dodged her. He asked again, “Why do I remember that the reward you want is for the Yan family to be the Song family’s backing?”

The corners of Song Jiaren’s mouth twitched. She said directly, “Are you going to give it to me or not? Is this how you treat your savior? I saved you twice. Do you have to be so petty?”

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became. The more she interacted with this man, the more her heart palpitated. This man should stay as far away from her as possible in the future.

As she was deep in thought, she did not notice that Yan Cheng had already pushed the wheelchair in front of her. When she realized it, she was so frightened that she took a step back and sat on the sofa behind her.

“What are you thinking about?” Yan Cheng bent down and pinched her chin before closing the distance between them again.

Song Jiaren was a little baffled. Recently, there seemed to be something wrong with Yan Cheng. He kept touching her. She leaned back slightly and said, “I’m also poisoned, and that’s why I need this medicinal herb. You won’t refuse to give it to me since I saved you, right?” She looked at Yan Cheng with an obedient smile.

Yan Cheng touched the black spot on her right cheek. The way he rubbed against her made her hair stand up. She was even more confused about what he was thinking.

“You want to get rid of this?” he asked.

Song Jiaren nodded honestly.

“I think it’s good to have this black spot.” As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jiaren couldn’t help but want to punch him. This black spot didn’t grow on his face. He only knew how to make sarcastic remarks.

Yan Cheng really thought so. He retracted his hand, threw the wooden box containing the herbs to her, and pushed the wheelchair away.

Song Jiaren rubbed her aching chin while feeling a little baffled. However, she was still very happy after obtaining this herb.

Wen Qing, who had witnessed everything at the door, watched as Song Jiaren returned to her room. His eyes darkened. As someone who had followed Master Cheng since he was young, he was even more surprised by his attitude towards Song Jiaren..