As soon as Jiang Song left the auditorium, he met an uninvited guest.
"Ximen Song? You are really here!"
The voice was artificial, Jiang Song frowned and looked up, searching from his memory that this was the real daughter - Ximen Zhi.
Jiang Song never had a good impression of people who stabbed people in the back and looked innocent on the surface. He said in an impatient tone, "Where am I? Do I still need to report to you?"
Ximen Zhixu didn't expect that she would fight back. He was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered, "Haha, of course not. It's just that I'm very curious about how the Chu family didn't invite you. How could you show up here? Could it be..."
She spoke halfway, causing people to guess, but Jiang Song did not answer her words, "Stop guessing, if you have anything to say, tell me quickly, I don't have time to waste time with you."
Ximen Zhi was completely angry when she retorted again. Her hands hanging by her side tightly grasped the hem of her skirt. She suppressed her anger and pretended to speak politely again.
"I heard that you made Miss Li unhappy this morning. You'd better come and apologize. Although you are just a fake, going out still represents the face of the Ximen family. As the only heir of the Ximen family, I have to consider the overall situation. Still
In the future, please don’t use your identity as Miss Ximen’s family to attend any occasions. You are a fake daughter. I hope you understand that it is you who has gained a high position in our Ximen family.”
Although every word is calm, it is not difficult to hear the derogatory and mocking meaning between the lines.
The original owner Ximen Song, under such pua time and time again, completely lost his self-confidence, became weak, flattery, and completely denied the meaning of his existence.
But this time, she really messed with the wrong person.
Jiang Song had just dealt with the scumbag, and he didn't mind dealing with her too.
"What? Why should I apologize to Miss Li? She thinks the slap I gave is not loud enough, or the fall in public is not painful enough?"
"You call me an impostor and you call me a Ximen family. Haven't you already made a clear distinction between me and you? So why should you be in charge of me if you are just a Ximen family?"
"But it's normal for you to think this way. After all, you didn't grow up in Ximen's family, so you can't be on the stage. You've given me so much face that you think you're a human being."
These words really hit Ximen Zhi's pain point, and her expression suddenly changed.
Jiang Song retorted three times in a row, but she didn't even get a chance to interrupt. She was really curious. How could Ximen Song, who was usually cowardly and incompetent and whom she treated as a dog to vent her anger, hit and kick whenever he wanted, changed so drastically?
And what's even more disgusting is that Jiang Song scolded her so fiercely without using a single curse word, and she couldn't find the words to refute him.
After she finished speaking, she was about to leave when she was pulled back by Ximen Zhi.
This time she put on a pitiful look, and said softly and timidly, "Xiao Song, even if you dislike me in every way, your parents are not wrong. You haven't come home for so long. My parents are really upset."
I'm very worried, how about you and I go home tonight."
Jiang Song frowned at the sudden request.
This is another sudden madness. Aren’t Mr. and Mrs. Ximen eager for her not to go back?
"I'm not free tonight."
When things go wrong, there must be a monster. She suddenly invited her so enthusiastically. Jiang Song suspected it was a trap and refused without hesitation.
"Then tomorrow, mom really misses you. Even if you are not the daughter of the Ximen family, your parents have raised you for so long. Do you really have the heart not to go back to see them?"
She still insisted on the invitation. This time Jiang Song did not refuse. She raised her chin slightly, frowned and smiled, "Okay."
She wanted to see what other tricks this family wanted to play.
Just when she turned to leave, Ximen Zhi stopped her again.
"Ximen Song, are you here because of the marriage?"
Jiang Song frowned and thought about it quickly, then remembered that the original owner had made a marriage contract with the ninth master of the Xing family when he was a child. This must have been one of Ximen Zhi's goals.
Jiang Song turned his face sideways and sneered, "Of course, my things are mine. Even if I don't want them anymore, I won't give them to others if I destroy them."
After saying that, she turned around and left. In fact, those words just now were just to make her angry. Jiang Song would not want to have anything to do with Master Jiu.
The further away from such a dangerous man, the better!
Jiang Song left in a hurry and did not notice the unconcealed anger on Ximen Zhi's face or the familiar luxury car not far away.
Xing Sijue, who was in the back seat of the luxury car, naturally listened to everything he said just now.
He pursed his thin lips, and a rare smile appeared on his handsome and cold face, while his tall figure was wrapped in a suit that was exquisitely elegant, yet exuded restraint and abstinence.
Such a man is simply God's most perfect masterpiece.
"Oh, this girl has a really hot temper. She doesn't even use a single curse word when talking about people, but every word she says goes straight to the heart. I like it."
Yan Qing, who was sitting next to Xing Sijue, clapped his hands and applauded. He had really seen such a hot woman, and she really liked her.
"Are you interested in her?" Xing Sijue's tone was so calm that no one could hear anything, but his dangerous eyes were raised intentionally or unintentionally when he spoke.
Yan Qing said, "Of course, Master Jiu, where can I find such an interesting rich lady in City A now? None of them are destined to be princesses and suffer from princess disease. Such a hot temperament is perfect for me."
Xing Sijue raised his eyebrows, "She just said that she is already married."
"Let's grab it. Is there any woman that I, Yan Qing, can't take over?"
Xiao Song, who was driving in front, couldn't help it anymore. He coughed and reminded tremblingly, "Young Master Yan, the marriage that the lady just mentioned was referring to the marriage with our ninth master..."
Suddenly, the space inside the car became silent.
Yan Qing's depressed face turned green and he touched his nose, "It's...ahem, it's you, then I...I don't want it anymore, no, no, it's because I'm not worthy, I'm talking nonsense..."
What a joke! If you dare to snatch a woman from Master Jiu, are you planning to let your family go to the Sahara Desert to pick up the body for you?
But Xing Sijue didn't care. He pulled down the window and took a casual look, "It's okay. If you like it, just chase him. Xiao Song drives."