Chapter 85: Poisoned the Dishes

After that, the old man made them sit at the dining table.

And didn’t let them have breakfast, saying they had to wait for Lu Junhan and the others to come down, so everyone could have breakfast together.

It was exactly seven o’clock then.

Normally, Lu Junhan wakes up at eight, and with all the fuss like washing up and getting dressed, it would take at least half an hour more.

Wouldn’t it be better to spend this hour and a half sleeping? Waiting for someone!

But she was aware that the old man’s decision would not be easily changed.

If he said wait for Lu Junhan and the others to have breakfast together, then they definitely had to wait for them.

Song Qingwan didn’t want to wait for more than an hour, so she got up and said, "Alright, I’ll go wake them up."

She was hoping to quickly eat breakfast and the old man would let her go back and catch some sleep.

She was a forty-something, almost fifty-year-old elderly person, very fragile, and couldn’t handle much early-morning fuss.

But just as she stood up, the old man called her back, angrily shouting, "What’s the rush to go? What’s wrong with letting others sleep a bit longer in the morning?"

"???"

Song Qingwan was utterly floored!

So you do know to let others sleep a bit longer!

Then why did you wake me up so early!!

Song Qingwan swallowed her anger, trying to use a softer tone, "Alright then, since it’s still early, I’ll go catch some sleep..."

The old man’s face instantly changed, anger filling his voice again, "What sleep! You conned me so badly, and you still have the nerve to sleep? Sit down!"

Song Qingwan: "..."

Damn it!

She shouldn’t have explained so much to this troublesome old man yesterday!

Slap slap!

Serves you right for being so talkative!

Now facing this outcome, it’s all on you!

Thus, Song Qingwan had no choice but to sit and wait.

After all the waiting, she sat there, and waited until now, over two hours in total.

Halfway through, she got hungry and wanted to eat something. As she reached out to grab the milk on the table, she was glared back by the old man who was reading the newspaper.

So now, she was hungry, tired, sleepy, and especially felt like killing someone.

"You’re finally down,"

Song Qingwan looked at them with a gloomy expression, then turned to the old man, her tone airy like a ghost, "Dad, can I finally have breakfast now?"

Lu Qi also looked at him expectantly.

Old man: "..."

Lu Junhan slightly furrowed his brows, obviously clueless about what they were doing.

"Auntie," the little girl blinked, raised her fair face, eyes filled with confusion, "Are you sick?"

"No," Song Qingwan’s gaze was hollow, her smile not reaching her eyes, she gritted out slowly, "I just didn’t sleep well and sat here for two hours and 43 minutes, that’s all!"

The old man awkwardly coughed lightly, put down the newspaper, and declared with authority, "Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s start eating."

"How rare, you actually waited for us to eat together," Lu Junhan cast him a brief glance, lifted the little loli and placed her in the chair, "Did you poison the food?"

This old man was quite self-centered and tyrannical, never willing to inconvenience himself.

Whatever he did, he always put his own preferences first, never caring about what others thought.

He usually ate breakfast first, regardless of whether others had eaten or not, let alone waiting to eat together.

It was more likely others would wait for him.

Now, waiting for everyone to eat together was indeed the sun rising from the west.

Claim it’s not a plot, who would believe it.