Song Qiao stood up imdiately and walked outside, with Song Xi quickly following her.
Elder Mu thought for a mont and also stood up, intending to follow. However, just a few steps away from the door, Song Qiao stopped, turned her head back at him, smiled faintly, and spoke, "Grandfather, can I handle this matter myself and resolve it personally? She might have co because of Lu Jingchen, to find ."
Elder Mu was startled, weighed his options, and felt that it was indeed ti to trust his granddaughter. He nodded, "Okay."
After Song Qiao and Song Xi had left, Elder Mu turned to Zhang Ma, who had been anxiously waiting, and ordered, "Call your son-in-law and tell him the truth about what happened."
Zhang Ma was taken aback, but then imdiately understood the aning of her master’s words and nodded, "Yes, I will call the son-in-law right now."
Since the Mu Family’s bankruptcy, all the original bodyguards at the Mu Mansion had been dismissed. Even when Song Qiao married Lu Jingchen and he offered to arrange a few bodyguards, Elder Mu had refused such an arrangent.
Thus, to this day, aside from Zhang Ma, an old chauffeur, and so newly hired servants, there were no extra people in the Mu Mansion, allowing Murong Rui with her dozen bodyguards to burst in unimpeded, with no one daring to challenge them.
Although there were only a middle-aged florist and a few maids left, these individuals were bold enough to block Murong Rui and her bodyguards from entering the foyer directly on the gravel pathway.
When Song Qiao and Song Xi ca out, they saw the few maids and the florist confronting Murong Rui and her group of bodyguards.
To be precise, the maids and the florist were bravely blocking the way of Murong Rui, and if the bodyguards forced their way through, the maids, even in the sa number, would not be able to withstand being pushed aside.
However, seeing this scene, Song Qiao still felt very warm inside, appreciating the maids for not hiding but choosing to block those trying to intrude.
"Miss," a maid saw Song Qiao co out and imdiately lit up as if finding a reliance.
Her voice drew everyone’s attention to Song Qiao and Song Xi, including Murong Rui who also looked over.
Song Qiao, unflustered, walked down the stairs and nodded to them, then said, "You can go back to your other tasks now."
"But miss, these people..." The florist was surprised but spoke up.
Song Qiao knew what they were worried about, "It’s okay, I can handle it, you go first."
The servants didn’t say anything more, and since Song Qiao had spoken like this, they naturally retreated.
Murong Rui, watching Song Qiao, recalled what Jingchen had told her that day. She wanted to rush up and tear this woman apart, thinking that if it weren’t for her, Jingchen would still be waiting for her, and she would have been his wife.
Unexpectedly, while she was studying abroad, suddenly this woman erged from nowhere.
It must be said that Song Qiao was very beautiful, especially the mature aura around her, sothing that she temporarily lacked, which made her even more insanely jealous.
"Miss Murong, what do you an by this?" Song Qiao returned her gaze to Murong Rui, her voice calm and devoid of emotion, even carrying a hint of anger.
Murong Rui wore ten centiter high heels, yet she still wasn’t as tall as Song Qiao, who wore flats, resulting in a significantly overshadowed presence in comparison.
This realization made Murong Rui feel even more resentful, her gaze towards Song Qiao carrying a fleeting trace of venom.
Stepping forward in her high heels with arms crossed as if looking down on Song Qiao from a superior position, Murong Rui sneered coldly, "Of course, it’s to see the daughter of the murderer who killed my parents... and her father. I really want to see what kind of morals her daughter has, to see what sort of father produces such an inhumane daughter."
Murong Rui’s tone gradually beca sarcastic, completely mocking Song Qiao and Elder Mu, her gaze filled with outright hatred.
Song Qiao’s face darkened, and she fixedly stared at Murong Rui, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes carrying a touch of coldness. Her voice remained indifferent, emotionless, "What exactly do you want to do? If you have any issue, co directly at ."
Her mother had been dead for so long, and apart from her father, there was really no one who could explain these matters to her.
Murong Rui just sneered coldly, her gaze carrying a look of disdain and resentnt as she coldly said, "I might consider not pursuing this matter further."
She didn’t finish her sentence all at once, as if pausing for effect.
Song Qiao did not imdiately respond but kept her eyes steadily on her, lips slightly pursed.
Murong Rui saw no reaction but was not annoyed, stepping forward again, and spoke clearly, word by word, "Unless... you divorce Jingchen, I will not continue pursuing this matter. Otherwise, I will definitely make you and the Song Family, including... your grandfather, never live in peace."
When Song Qiao heard her latter statent, her eyes suddenly widened in anger, "Murong Rui, if you dare do anything to my grandfather, believe , I will also make sure you never live in peace."
Maybe it was Song Qiao’s aura that intimidated her, or sothing else, but Murong Rui felt a compulsion to retreat. However, rembering that Jingchen had married this woman, and there would be no opportunity unless they divorced, she imdiately suppressed any thoughts of backing down.
With her hand by her side, she couldn’t help but clench her fist tightly, and after a long while, she sneered a few tis and coolly said, "Song Qiao, you should know my status in the Lu Family now. Jingchen’s father does not like you, and if he had to choose between you and , who do you think he would choose? Do you think I’m afraid of you? I have the Lu Family backing ; what do you have behind you?"
Before Song Qiao could speak, Song Xi, standing behind her, was already furious due to her words, stepping forward with a face full of anger and confronting Murong Rui, "Don’t go too far, who do you think you are?"
Murong Rui, hearing Song Xi’s words, chuckled softly, but her face was full of provocation as she spoke unhurriedly, "After all, I am still the adopted daughter of the Lu Family. The Song Family is just a minor clan in An City; in front of the Lu Family, they are nothing more than ants. If I wanted to destroy the Song Family, it would be an easy task."
"You..." Song Xi was so overwheld by her words that she went pale.
Yet, Song Qiao had already regained her composure, her expression unchanged, and she spoke faintly, "Is that so? I shall wait and see."
Murong Rui’s body stiffened, looking at Song Qiao in front of her, feeling as if sothing was off but unable to pinpoint it. She thought her words would scare Song Qiao, but seeing Song Qiao now, she didn’t get that feeling of fear.
This made her feel a chill spreading rapidly from her feet, still not wholly understanding what was wrong, when she suddenly heard Song Xi’s voice filled with surprise.
"Brother-in-law, you’re here."
She saw that both Song Qiao and Song Xi had turned their gazes to soone behind her, especially when Song Qiao’s look swept her way, revealing a mocking smile, it instantly gave her a very bad feeling, and at this mont, she also heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from behind.
And it was not just one person.
She turned around abruptly and saw Lu Jingchen, Xi Mohan... and Ning Wan... swiftly walking towards them.
Murong Rui’s face changed, turning alternatively pale and flushed, looking very unpleasant.
Ning Wan, seeing Murong Rui, had anger quickly rising within her. She wasn’t wearing high heels but rather a pair of casual shoes and imdiately ran towards Song Qiao, deliberately bumping Murong Rui with her shoulder as she passed.
Murong Rui, wearing ten-centiter stiletto heels for more presence, felt powerless due to the appearance of Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan, and when bumped by Ning Wan, although Ning Wan didn’t use much force, she was knocked directly to the side, impulsively letting out a scream.
Unfortunately, the incident happened so suddenly that everyone was too shocked to react. By the ti they did, Murong Rui had already fallen onto the grass beside her. Fortunately, her skirt was long enough that nothing inappropriate was shown, but she instinctively supported herself with her hands on the ground, twisting it and causing tears to swirl in her eyes in pain.
Ning Wan stopped beside Song Qiao, turned back, and looked coldly at Murong Rui, who had fallen on the ground, and scorned, "So frail like Sister Lin, better stay indoors. If an accident happens one day, it’ll be others who suffer."
Lu Jingchen and others also arrived, seeing Murong Rui fallen on the ground, they frowned.
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