Song Xueqin was just about to take out the booklet when the phone on the bedside table rang.
She picked it up and saw the number she knew by heart. A smile involuntarily appeared on her face, "You little girl, at least you still have a conscience."
After closing the black box, she answered the call, "...You still rember to call , haven’t you died yet? Hurry back!"
Song Song’s soft voice, "How dare I co back, I’m afraid you’d really break my leg."
"Knowing you’re afraid, there’s still so hope! As long as you obediently divorce that Xiao Jinghuai, we can still be mother and daughter. But if you don’t..."
"Mom—"
Song Song interrupted her softly, "He said he would like to invite you to the Imperial Dynasty Club for dinner tomorrow night at six. He hopes you can attend. Mom, I’ve always listened to you since I was little, but in this matter, I want to fight for myself just once, can I?"
"Song Song! Are you crazy? What kind of spell did that man put on you? I’m telling you, no man is good, and rich n are even worse. If you don’t listen to now, you’ll definitely suffer later!"
"Mom, he’s pretty nice, not as bad as you think. Just consider it as begging you, can you attend tomorrow night? Just this once, let’s give everyone a chance..."
Song Xueqin paused, "Fine, I can go tomorrow, but if I still disagree, you must co back with and go to the civil affairs bureau to divorce him the next day!"
"...Alright, I understand."
Song Song agreed reluctantly.
"Mom, why don’t you like him? Besides being rich, is there so other special reason?"
Song Xueqin was unhappy, "Why are you asking so many questions! Anyway, dislike is dislike, I’m hanging up!"
"Oh..."
After ending the call, Song Xueqin tossed the phone aside and stared at the booklet for a long ti before putting it away.
——Song Song, don’t bla Mom for being ruthless, it’s also for your own good.
...
The next day, Song Song was in a constant state of anxiety, feeling restless all day, and unable to enjoy her als.
Sister-in-law Zhou was worried about her, specifically asking the chef to make so appetizers, but Song Song still couldn’t eat anything.
By the afternoon around four or five o’clock, it was even worse, like an ant on a hot pan, restless and her heart in her throat——
A little after five, she went to the Imperial Dynasty Club with Xiao Jinghuai, and they began to wait. The private room door was only opened again at six thirty.
Song Xueqin walked into the private room expressionlessly, and upon seeing Xiao Jinghuai, her deanor beca even more stern and cold. She sat down, "What do you want to say? Let’s not waste each other’s ti."
Though Song Xueqin was quite dismissive, Xiao Jinghuai maintained the respectful attitude he should have as a younger generation. He gracefully stood up to pour tea and even ordered to adjust the room temperature to the most comfortable setting, considering every detail——
Then he calmly asked, "Auntie, what would make you agree?"
"Ha!"
Song Xueqin suddenly let out a cold laugh, "If President Xiao is willing to beco an ordinary person, I might consider it. But is President Xiao willing to give up?"
"So there’s nothing to discuss! Song Song, get up, and co with Mom..."
"Mom, didn’t you promise you would listen to him properly? It’s just one sentence, and you’re leaving already...?"
Song Xueqin lacked patience; once her temper flared, no one could calm her down. She imdiately stood up, walked over, pulled Song Song up, and forcibly dragged her to the room door——
As they pulled each other out, they accidentally bumped into three people coming head-on.
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