Miss Qi’s words were imbued with such a sense of righteousness that even if He Lan had not sought trouble, she still would have been dealt with.
It took care of Qiao Xiang as well, at least temporarily silencing her.
Who could bla her for harboring ill will in secrecy? Since she sought provocation, it was best to handle her once and for all—after all, doing nothing was still doing nothing.
He Zheng frowned. "Miss Qi, with what you’ve said, I really don’t know how to argue back."
"Does Mr. He not think that your sister indeed has a penchant for getting physical?" Miss Qi was not mincing words with He Zheng.
Today, here in this place, the Young Master and Miss Song had been too aggrieved; they had never been so humiliated before.
With this intimidating daughter of the He Family, persistent in her pestering, she certainly won’t show any courtesy.
And as for Qiao Xiang, she had long been wanting to deal with her.
What she had done to the Young Master hadn’t been too outrageous. If it had been, she certainly wouldn’t spare Qiao Xiang.
At this mont.
Si Ran helped both He Lan and Qiao Xiang out.
As soon as He Zheng saw his sister, he noticed the wrinkles in her skirt; thankfully, there were no marks on her face, only her hair was sowhat disheveled, looking a bit wretched.
He Zheng stepped forward and, supporting He Lan, asked softly, "Are you alright?"
Upon seeing her brother, He Lan imdiately pouted her lips, wanting to cry, yet she couldn’t bring herself to tears upon seeing Miss Qi.
Her expression was quite complex, evidently still overco by fright.
He Zheng inevitably glanced at Miss Qi, wondering exactly how she had threatened He Lan.
Miss Qi remained unflustered, calmly looking at He Zheng.
He Zheng turned his gaze to Qiao Xiang, who also showed panic in her eyes and was still clearly shaken.
Seeing both of their expressions as such, it seed as if they had been frightened.
He Zheng had no choice but to look toward Si Ran.
Si Ran t He Zheng’s questioning gaze and looked away from him, refusing to look at him again.
Without any answer, He Zheng narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flickered within, and he turned his scrutiny back to Miss Qi.
Miss Qi’s fair face was the epito of calmness and resolve, her voice clear and void of any regret as she faced He Zheng, "If Mr. He wishes to stand up for your sister, I am at your disposal anyti."
He Zheng was taken aback, not expecting the young lady to be so brazen as to dare challenge him.
Si Ran, too, couldn’t believe what she was seeing from Miss Qi, her deanor so calm and collected, and felt slightly moved.
Then she spoke up, "Miss He and Secretary Qiao are fine, just a bit startled."
He Lan glared, but upon seeing Miss Qi, her gaze imdiately lowered, and she dared not speak another word.
Qiao Xiang wanted to say sothing, but in the end, no words ca out.
Seeing them like this, Miss Qi walked over to Song Muyu and Qiao Rui.
"Miss Song, Miss Qiao, let’s go over there," she suggested.
Song Muyu had no idea what Miss Qi had done to scare them so.
The three of them returned to the banquet hall together, and Song Muyu asked her in a subdued voice, "What exactly did you do to He Lan and Qiao Xiang that frightened them so?"
"I wielded a dagger," Miss Qi replied. "It flew by, grazing their cheeks, just three milliters; a near miss that could have ruined their faces."
Song Muyu was taken aback.
"Won value their appearances most; no wonder you scared them like that using such a technique."
Qi Yun nodded slightly. "There’s no helping it, it was just too much."
"Who on earth did you learn this from? What if you had actually hurt soone?" Song Muyu thought about it and also felt a bit scared.
"The Young Master taught ," Qi Yun said.
Qiao Rui nodded her head and spoke softly, "Indeed, it was I who taught her, and indeed, it was at my suggestion. There’s a limit to what one can tolerate."
"Mm, and I was worried that the Young Master would get angry," admitted Qi Yun, harboring so concerns in her heart. She feared her actions might bring trouble upon the Young Master.
But she didn’t expect the Young Master to respond that way, and a stone in her heart fell to the ground.
Qiao Rui indifferently said, "However, the three of us clicking so well right from the start seems overly deliberate, which might actually raise more suspicions."
Song Muyu nodded as well. "Exactly. Ruirui and I are so close, and knowing Ruirui’s relationship with Pei Liyan, for to get so close to you, the legitimate Mrs. Pei, does seem a bit lacking in position."
"He Lan said twice that we were together in this, she could tell. Do you think Pei Liyan wouldn’t have his suspicions?" Qiao Rui said quietly.
Song Muyu imdiately tensed up, as if facing a great enemy.
"What should we do? Is it still possible to distance ourselves now?"
Qi Yun blinked, unsure how to start.
At this mont, Song Xun happened to walk over.
As he arrived, the air pressure in the hallway seed to drop by several degrees.
Qiao Rui gave Qi Yun a look, indicating to keep Song Muyu safe.
It seed Song Xun had co specifically to find Song Muyu.
It looked like he had sothing to say.
Indeed, Song Xun said to Qiao Rui and Qi Yun, "Both of you, please go back first. I have sothing to discuss with my sister."
Qiao Rui nodded, glanced at Song Muyu, and turned to leave.
Qi Yun moved about four or five ters away, watching them from a distance.
Song Xun cast her a glance and said coldly to Song Muyu, "I just heard you were arguing with soone in the hall."
Song Muyu was taken aback and looked up at Song Xun.
His handso face was exceptionally gloomy, his cold gaze fixed on Song Muyu.
"Arguing with soone?" Song Muyu retorted. "I wonder who told brother?"
"Don’t forget you’re the Song Family’s precious daughter, representing the face of the Song Family. Every move you make here is closely watched," Song Xun intoned heavily. "I don’t wish to see you behaving inappropriately!"
"Brother’s lesson is well taken, I wouldn’t dare to disgrace the Song Family," Song Muyu spoke coldly, yet her tone also carried sadness and an untad spirit.
She straightened her back, her beautiful face showing a trace of alienation and impatience.
"Brother had better hurry back to his wife’s side. Today is your big day. People seeing you with here, that’s what would truly disgrace the Song Family’s reputation."
"You!" Song Xun gave a shout, his expression suddenly turned very cold, almost to the point of freezing. "Rest assured, I won’t disgrace the Song Family’s reputation."
Song Muyu watched Song Xun with suppressed anger. Was he this angry because of what she had said?
In his icy gaze, Song Muyu’s cool voice rang out again, "Then please, brother, stay away from ."
"Heh!" Song Xun scoffed, suddenly leaning forward a step, a roguish smile on his lips. "You dare not co near , are you feeling guilty?"
Song Muyu’s heart tightened, sowhat panicked, but she quickly tried to calm herself.
What was there for her to fear now?
Having resolved the issue with the embryo in her stomach at the hospital, her heart had grown cold. She could abandon love and cast away affection; there was nothing she couldn’t face.
"Heh, it seems the one who’s guilty is brother. I’ve already kept my distance from you, yet you still co to , warning not to disgrace the Song Family’s reputation—is that just an excuse? Or could it be that brother actually misses ?"
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