Chapter 10 That woman is afraid that she will be tricked!
The next day.
Early in the morning, guests came to the ward.
"Mom?" Murong Rong looked at Li Xiuqin and was very surprised: "Why are you here?"
"How could I not come?" Li Xiuqin said with a sullen face and angrily: "If I hadn't received the call from Chu He, I wouldn't have known that you refused to host the old man's 100-day memorial ceremony! Murong Rong, how could you be so ignorant?
Is this what I taught you before?"
"No. Song Chuhe and I..." Murong Rong saw her daughter looking over with big black eyes, unable to mention the dirty things Song Chuhe had done in private: "In short, he and I have divorced, and I am not qualified.
Host this ceremony."
Li Xiuqin's face changed drastically, and she said angrily: "Who allowed you to divorce! Do you still take me as a mother seriously? Go back to the Song family now. Even if you cry or beg, you have to remarry me.
!
Murong Rong, your father and I have worked so hard to train you, and we even did not hesitate to use your father's life-saving grace to Mr. Song to threaten you, not to make you an abandoned wife!"
When Murong Rong saw her mother, she didn't even ask the reason, so he forced her to remarry Song Chuhe, and said unbearably: "Mom, I wasn't the one who gave birth to Nannan, An An was. I'm done with Song Chuhe, and I will never remarry."
She has been with such a man for five years, and she will never marry him again with her daughter.
Li Xiuqin was anxious and angry, but seeing the rejection on her daughter's face, she could only slow down her tone: "Okay, let's not talk about your remarriage for now. The top priority is Mr. Song's 100-day memorial ceremony. He loved you the most during his lifetime. You can't bear it.
Aren’t you going to send him on his last journey?”
Seeing Murong Rong's expression changed, he continued: "And this child, I have to let the old man see it. No matter what, the Song family is her root after all."
An An heard Li Xiuqin mention her and secretly revealed her little head from behind Murong Rong.
Murong Rong stroked the little girl's furry head lovingly, but this time she did not say any words of rejection.
Mom is right, no matter how much she hates Song Chuhe and the Song family, they are all An An's blood relatives.
When Li Xiuqin saw her daughter agreeing, she stood up and left.
Murong Rong quickly asked someone to stay: "Mom, please stay for lunch."
Li Xiuqin glanced at Murong Rong: "My daughter got divorced with an oil bottle. She will be lonely and helpless for the rest of her life. How can I be in the mood to eat?"
After saying that, he closed the door and left.
An An's little face was sad: "Mommy, it's all An An's fault, and you were scolded again."
"Silly girl. Your grandma is angry with Mommy. It has nothing to do with you. She is a very nice person. When you get better, I will take you back to see her, okay?"
An An nodded at Murong Rong's expectant eyes, her little heart filled with fear for Li Xiuqin.
Li Xiuqin came out of the ward and made a phone call: "Rong Rong has agreed to attend the ceremony... No need to thank me, I just don't want my daughter to be an abandoned woman."
After hanging up the phone, Li Xiuqin looked back at the ward before walking away.
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After the video conference ended, Rong Jiuci closed the computer. He looked impatiently at the long motorcade outside the car window: "How long does it take to get to the hotel?"
The driver was sweating profusely and said, "Not sure. This road is already blocked, and Mr. Song's 100-day memorial ceremony is scheduled to be held in this hotel, and there are many guests."
"Song family."
When he mentioned the Song family, Rong Jiuci could not help but think of that woman. Even though he was busy with work recently, he could not completely drive her figure out of his mind.
She always appeared from the depths of his mind inadvertently, making him sleepless at night.
Rong Jiuci pulled his tie apart, but it still couldn't relieve the anxiety in his heart.
Huo Yanshen called and urged: "Brother Ninth, where have you been? Brothers are waiting for you."
"There's a traffic jam. You chose a good place. It's very lively today."
Hearing the people next to him say that the Song family also chose this place, Huo Yanshen was immediately frightened: "Then there's no rush. It won't take long, we'll be waiting for you no matter what the wind or rain."
Rong Jiuci sneered and hung up the phone decisively: "Turn around and go back to Rong's house."
"this……"
The driver was so embarrassed that he was about to explain that it was too difficult to turn around now, but before he could say a word, the president was no longer in the car.
By the time Rong Jiuci came to his senses, he had already gotten out of the car.
He stared at Murong Rong who got out of the taxi, his face as dark as coal.
This woman Murong Rong must be able to cast poison, otherwise, how could he have chased her out of the car just now after seeing her.
"Handsome uncle!"
Hearing her daughter's excited voice, Murong Rong looked up and saw Rong Jiuci.
He was wearing an expensive handmade custom-made suit. He threw the coat somewhere and his tie was torn open. He looked a little messy, but it didn't look downtrodden at all. Instead, he had a kind of unruly handsomeness that people couldn't take away.
sight.
"Mr. Rong." A surprised voice sounded.
The visitor was very surprised. He didn't expect to see Rong Jiuci during the Song family's 100-day memorial ceremony, and he immediately rushed over to flatter him in every possible way.
Murong Rong quickly looked away, turned around and left.
She was so anxious that she didn't notice that the car on the side of the road had started to drive, and she crashed into it.
"Be careful!"
Rong Jiuci strode over and pulled Murong Rong back. Looking at her frightened little face, he couldn't help but frown and said, "What's wrong with you? You can't even read the road?"
Murong Rong was breathing heavily, her eyes full of fear. It was too dangerous just now, so she was the only one to worry about it, but she was still holding An An.
If An An is hurt somewhere, she will never forgive herself.
She sincerely apologized to Rong Jiuci: "Mr. Rong, thank you."
Rong Jiuci's expression became colder and colder: "Murong Rong, do you know what kind of woman is the most hateful? Those who take advantage of their children again and again, this is my bottom line!"
Murong Rong wanted to explain that what happened just now was just an accident, and no matter how crazy she was, she couldn't take advantage of An An.
An An is her life.
But seeing the anger in Rong Jiuci's expression, what Rong Jiuci said to her that night came to mind.
She knew that no matter what she said, Rong Jiuci would not believe it.
Murong Rong did not explain and broke away from his arms: "Thank you again. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Without waiting for the words to fall, he picked up An An and left quickly.
The man who was trying to please Rong Jiuci came over and said with a smile: "She is really a peerless beauty. No wonder she makes Mr. Rong look at her differently. If Mr. Rong likes her, why not keep this beauty by your side?"
Before he finished speaking, huge pressure poured in.
Rong Jiuci's eyes were as sharp as knives: "Don't do unnecessary things, understand?"
The man was sweating coldly and nodded as if he was pounding garlic: "I understand, I understand."
Rong Jiuci walked towards the hotel without even looking at it.
When he walked to the door, he saw Song Chuhe and his mother, Mrs. Song, warmly surrounding Murong Rong in the middle to greet them, just like a family.