"Punishment is okay, but it must be fair. My sister didn't come back last night, so you can punish her again when she comes back." Qiao Ran looked at Mrs. Song and said in an uncompromising voice.
"Can you compare with Wan Qing? Wan Qing has a fiancé. She and Wen Shimo will get married soon. She has not returned to normal overnight. You were fooling around with others not long after the divorce. If word spreads, it will discredit the Song family.
As the head of the family, I will never allow such a thing to happen." Mrs. Song said with a sarcastic look.
"Grandma, you just said that you are your fiancé. Living with your fiancé without getting married is a disgraceful thing in a wealthy family with strict family education. What's more, how did I become a cousin? Grandma is not very good.
is that clear?"
"My sister just got divorced, and my sister is hanging out with her ex-brother-in-law. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing for the Song family if word spread?" Qiao Ran sneered with a cold look.
"You dare to talk back to me. Come here, throw her into the snow and make her kneel down. She won't be allowed to get up for an hour." After Mrs. Song said this, the two male servants walked up behind Qiao Ran.
He pulled her and started to walk out.
Qiao Ran originally wanted to resist, but thinking about the purpose of her return, he allowed the servant to throw her into the thick snow outside.
"Didn't you say that the girl has a very stubborn temper and refuses to be disciplined? Didn't she just let me be disciplined in front of me?" Mrs. Song said with a proud voice as she looked at Qiao Ran kneeling in the snow through the glass.
Asked by the ground.
"Mom, this Qiao Ran is innocent and harmless on the surface, but in fact he is very cunning. When Yu Yuan came back, not only did Wan Qing make a fool of himself in front of all the young ladies, but Yu Yuan also fell into the trap of someone who had evil intentions and could not tolerate his half-mother.
My sister’s bad reputation.”
"You are so uncharacteristically not resisting today. I don't know what kind of evil is brewing in your stomach. We must not take it lightly." Xu Xueman said with an angry look.
Mrs. Song became even more angry when she thought of her grandson coming home the night before yesterday with a sad look on his face.
In the past few years, she has accompanied her grandson to expand markets overseas. Seeing her grandson working and studying so hard every day, she only thought that her grandson would be able to make a big splash when he returned to Ancheng.
As a result, the good reputation he finally earned was ruined by Qiao Ran.
"Tell Qiao Ran that you are not allowed to get up until you kneel down for three hours." Mrs. Song ordered the servant.
"Yes, old lady!"
…
Although he was dressed warmly enough, after more than ten minutes of kneeling in the snow with the cold wind blowing, his body became bitingly cold.
But Qiao Ran's figure remained as straight as a cypress, motionless.
This bit of coldness was easy to accept compared to the hardship she endured during training.
Wen Shimo drove Song Wanqing back. As soon as the car stopped, he saw a white figure kneeling in the vast white snow.
If it weren't for the rose-red fur collar, it almost blended into the snow, making it invisible for a moment.
Didn't she give her clothes away?
Why did you put your clothes back on again?
"That's Xiao Ran? Why is she kneeling in the snow? I'm going to see what's going on!" Song Wanqing opened the door and got out of the car with a concerned voice, and ran to Qiao Ran.
"Xiao Ran, what happened? Why are you kneeling here? Get up quickly, it's such a cold day, don't freeze." Song Wanqing said, taking Qiao Ran's arm and trying to pull her up.
"Miss, this is the old lady's order. The second lady has not knelt down for three hours and cannot get up," the servant said.
"What happened? Grandma wants to punish you so severely? In such a cold weather, kneeling in the snow for three hours will freeze you to death. Xiao Ran, follow me in. I will plead with grandma to let her calm down and not punish you.
." Song Wanqing said worriedly.
Qiao Ran didn't speak or get up, he just knelt quietly in the heavy snow.
Wen Shimo, who was standing aside, looked at Qiao Ran's gentle and demure face, looking at him with a traceless look in his eyes.
Compared to her cold and sassy appearance when she had sex with him yesterday, today she was wearing a white dress with a white and rose-red gradient fur collar. She looked fresh and pleasant, like a red plum blooming in the winter snow, stunning and splendid.
It looks beautiful, harmless, and pitiful.
However, Wen Shimo knew that beneath that pure and harmless face was a man so powerful that it was daunting.
Rather than a poor weakling who needs sympathy from others.
With her reach and ability, no one here can punish her.
What else is she going to do that requires her to perform a cruel trick here?
"Since it was the old lady who punished her, there must be a reason for her. She likes to kneel, so just let her kneel. You have just recovered, so don't catch a cold." Wen Shimo pulled Song Wanqing away.
In order to express the deep love between sisters, Song Wanqing looked back at Qiao Ran three times every step of the way.
"Xiaoran, please wait for a while, I will beg grandma to ask you to come back to the house."
As soon as she entered the door, Song Wanqing pushed Wen Shimo's hand away: "Grandma, what mistake did Xiao Ran make? Why did you punish her to kneel in the snow? Get her up quickly. She will catch a cold if she kneels like this."
When Mrs. Song saw Wen Shimo, she quickly stood up from the sofa: "Shi Mo, you are so busy, why are you here? Wan Qing, you are the same kid, why didn't you say hello in advance so that I could get people ready?
Lunch."
"There's snow on the road. I'm worried, so I sent Wan Qing back. Madam, you're welcome. Just have some for lunch." Wen Shimo said in a gentle voice.
Does this mean you had lunch here?
On the way just now, Song Wanqing persuaded Wen Shimo to stay for lunch, but Wen Shimo refused to stay because he had something to do with the company.
"Ah Mo, do you want to stay for lunch?" Song Wanqing asked happily.
"I just remembered that I haven't seen the old lady for several years. It's her first time home. As a junior, I should have a meal with her."
"Then it would be such an honor for me, Mother Wu, please let the kitchen prepare Shi Mo's favorite lunch." Mrs. Song happily ordered.
"Mom, Shi Mo used to say that the Yunsi soup you made was delicious. On such a cold day, drinking a bowl of Yunsi soup is very warm. Go and make soup for him." Song Wanqing said.
"Okay, I'm going to make soup right now!" Xu Xueman said happily and went to the kitchen.
"Ma Li, please quickly soak the jar of Yuqian Longjing I brought from abroad and bring it up."
"Yes, old lady, I'm going to take a dip right away."
"Brother-in-law, good morning, you and my sister went to see Mr. Brian last night. How was the conversation?" Song Yuyuan asked as he came down from the second floor.
"Shi Mo, I was playing chess with Yu Yuan in the study just now. I heard your aunt say that you sent Wan Qing back and wanted to stay for lunch. I was really happy. Since Wan Qing was in coma, you haven't been at home for three years.
It's time to eat." Song Zhiyuan, who was following Song Yuyuan, said happily.
"I had a good chat with Brian yesterday, but Brian has a planning document that even A Mo and Shen Mubai praised at the same time. Brian is very satisfied. I'm afraid the chance of signing a contract with our company is slim." Song
Wan Qing felt a little disappointed.
This was the first project she took over when she returned to the Song Group. She originally wanted to rely on this project to achieve a great turnaround, so that people in the company would not dare to underestimate her because she had been in a coma for three years.
So she shamelessly asked Wen Shimo to be her companion to increase her chances of signing a contract with Hot Group, but unexpectedly, she came up with a plan halfway through that won the approval of both Wen Shimo and Shen Mubai. Song Wanqing was now unsure.