Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 222: What Right Does He Have to Judge Her Happiness?

In the afternoon finals, there were a total of 18 contestants competing for the top three spots, and all who remained were elites; each child perford excellently.

It goes without saying, the atmosphere during the finals will reach a fever pitch.

Because it’s the finals, not only has the number of pieces increased to two, but the length of the performances has also been extended, posing a significant challenge for the children.

Song Dabai prepared a Beethoven sonata and a Liszt piece, both of great difficulty.

It was clear that the little guy was a bit nervous, as he squeezed his palms and lightly tugged on Song Yinyin’s sleeve.

"Mommy, can I go practice the piano?"

"Of course, I’ll go help you rent a piano."

Song Yinyin was about to take her son to the practice area when she heard Lu Jihan say, "I’ll take him."

She nodded, watched Lu Jihan leave with her son hand in hand, and headed to the restroom first.

As she walked out, she heard so kind of sound at the hallway corner.

Instinctively, she looked up and her face instantly turned rigid.

Yan Kejun, with his hands in his trouser pockets, was slowly walking towards her.

She frowned slightly, instinctively turned to leave, but was quickly grabbed by him.

"Mr. Yan, please let go!" she shouted angrily.

They weren’t far from the competition hall, and occasionally passersby would see them tugging at each other like this, wondering what was going on!

Yan Kejun’s brows furrowed slightly, his voice carrying a trace of sorrow, with a pleading tone and hurt expression.

"Yinyin, don’t rush to leave, okay? I won’t do anything to you, you know I won’t..."

"You won’t do anything to ? Ha!"

Song Yinyin scoffed coldly, furiously saying:

"Mr. Yan, maybe you forget, who ended our engagent six years ago without listening to my explanation? You didn’t trust at all! If it weren’t for you, Jiang Lan wouldn’t have gone to my house to humiliate my mom, and my mom wouldn’t have been enraged to death!"

Years of pent-up resentnt burst forth in her heart.

Her mind couldn’t help but flash back to that morning after the night six years ago.

Yan Kejun looked wounded, just like now, staring at her, accusing her, saying he had a cleanliness fetish and she was no longer clean...

Now, how does he have the nerve to appear before her again?!

With a cold snort, Song Yinyin said indifferently:

"But it’s good this way, if Mr. Yan hadn’t called off our engagent back then, I wouldn’t have gone through a rebirth, wouldn’t have regained happiness!"

Upon hearing her say the word ’happiness,’ Yan Kejun’s heart strongly twitched.

His heart was slightly bitter, as he turned to look at her, his previously gentle expression becoming sullen: "Yinyin, I don’t think you can be happy together with him."

By ’him’, he naturally ant Lu Jihan.

When Song Yinyin heard this, she beca even angrier.

"Yan Kejun, what right do you have to comnt on whether I’m happy? On what basis!" she retorted angrily.

Yet, Yan Kejun didn’t get angry but laughed.

"Yinyin, even though you’ve changed sowhat since before, your essence hasn’t changed. You’re always like this; whenever soone hits close to ho, you get angry, eager to defend yourself, concealing the confusion in your heart. So, I’m more convinced you aren’t happy with him."

Pausing slightly, he stepped forward and forcefully grabbed her delicate wrist, his deep black eyes locking onto her charming but angry face.

"Yinyin, the reason you’re with him is actually because of Dabai, right?" he questioned.

"Let go!" Song Yinyin was furious, trying hard to break free from him.