Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 262: Lady Song

Shen Qinglan: ...

So, in her previous life, was she selected to be an assassin because of her extrely low presence, and in this life, is it because of her special physique that she’s suited to be an assassin?

"So... is Miss Shen’s gift real?" Song Ting asked hesitantly.

"A gift from the heavens?" Mu Jian thought his apprentice was referring to the physique and quickly nodded, "You could say that."

Lan Ruo frowned, "Isn’t this kind of fantastical thing just a lie?"

Mu Jian laughed heartily, "Such things are only rare, but that doesn’t an they don’t exist."

"No wonder she could escape from the Heavenly Killer Sect!" Song Zheng sincerely exclaid, "Miss Shen, so young, turns out to be quite extraordinary!"

Lan Ruo slightly narrowed her eyes, her red lips curving slightly upward. Seeing this expression, Song Ting couldn’t help but feel a sense of alarm.

With a sudden "hey~", the teacup in her hand flew straight towards Shen Qinglan.

At the critical mont, Shen Qinglan swiftly reached out and caught the teacup in mid-air with precision.

Everyone involuntarily frowned, and Mu Jian softly reprimanded.

"Ruo’er, don’t be rude!"

Yet, Lan Ruo suddenly gave a playful smile, stood up, and clapped, "Miss Shen, your reflexes are indeed fast!"

Shen Qinglan handed the teacup back and said calmly, "Miss Lan, your teacup."

"Thank you!"

Lan Ruo took the cup, poured herself so tea, and then raised it, saying, "I use tea instead of wine to apologize for my recent rudeness. Please don’t hold it against , Miss Shen!"

Shen Qinglan looked at her with a half-smile for a long ti, but finally raised her own teacup to drink with her.

Mu Jian said sowhat helplessly, "Young lady, my granddaughter has been mischievous since childhood. She actually bears no ill will!"

"Just this once, no more!"

This was said by Duan Yunfei, and his voice inexplicably gave people a chill.

The tea table had a mont of awkwardness, and finally, Song Zheng smiled to break the ice, "Co on, I too use tea instead of wine to toast everyone and thank Young Master Duan for visiting!"

Lan Ruo shivered under Duan Yunfei’s icy gaze and involuntarily moved closer to Mu Jian.

Mu Jian couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, had she known this earlier, why did she behave like that in the first place?

At this mont, Jiang Han entered, supporting a woman who looked sowhat pale.

The woman was about thirty years old, not an unparalleled beauty, but there was a certain sickly charm that evoked pity.

"Mother!"

"Aunt Yi!"

"Madam!"

"Didn’t you say you weren’t feeling well? Why not rest properly?" Song Zheng’s slightly reproachful tone carried a hint of tenderness.

Song Ting quickly stood up and, along with Jiang Han, helped her to sit next to Song Zheng.

The woman covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed lightly before softly smiling, "I couldn’t sleep. I heard from Ah Han that the young lady who saved Ting’er is here, so I ca to have a look!"

As she spoke, her eyes swept over the people at the tea table, finally landing on Shen Qinglan.

"I suppose, this young lady is the one who saved Ting’er?"

Shen Qinglan stood up and slightly bowed, "Greetings, Madam Song!"

"No need for formalities!" The woman waved her hand, softly saying, "Today, my body is unwell, and I could not greet you imdiately, young lady. Please don’t think I did it on purpose!"

"Of course not!" Shen Qinglan’s voice softened unconsciously, "Madam Song, since you are unwell, it would be better to get so good rest!"

She did not know why, but from the first glance at Madam Song, she felt an inexplicable sense of kinship, not knowing where this feeling arose from.

"It’s nothing!" Madam Song continued softly, "It’s just so old chronic illness. Whether I rest or not, it won’t get better. I might as well co and chat with you young people, maybe with a good mindset, this chronic illness might just get better one day!"