Song Qiao stood up directly and started walking outside, and seeing this, Song Xi hurriedly followed her.
Elder Mu pondered for a mont, then stood up as well, ready to follow them. However, when Song Qiao, who was just about to reach the door, stopped and looked back at him, she smiled slightly and said, "Grandfather, could you let handle this matter and resolve it myself? She might be here because of Lu Jingchen and is looking for ."
Elder Mu was taken aback and after weighing the situation for a mont, he decided that it was indeed ti to trust his granddaughter, so he nodded, "Okay."
After Song Qiao and Song Xi left, Elder Mu imdiately looked at Aunt Zhang, who had been nervously waiting, and instructed her, "Call the son-in-law and tell him exactly what’s happening."
Aunt Zhang was stunned for a mont but quickly understood the master’s intention. She nodded imdiately, "Alright, I’ll call the son-in-law right away."
Ever since the Mu Family went bankrupt, all the original bodyguards of the Mu Mansion were dismissed. Even when Song Qiao later married Lu Jingchen, and Lu Jingchen proposed to arrange so bodyguards for them, Elder Mu refused that arrangent.
So to this day, besides Aunt Zhang, a veteran driver, and so hired help, there were no additional people at the Mu Mansion. When Murong Rui barged in with a dozen bodyguards, there was no obstacle, and no one dared to challenge them.
However, although there was only one middle-aged florist and a few maids, these people were brave enough to block the path on the gravel road, preventing Murong Rui and her bodyguards from barging into the living room.
When Song Qiao and Song Xi ca out, they saw the maids and the florist uncle confronting Murong Rui and her group of bodyguards.
To be precise, the maids and the florist uncle were standing there with bravery, stopping Murong Rui’s path. If the bodyguards forced their way, even the sa number of maids wouldn’t be enough to be tossed aside by those bodyguards.
Despite this, upon seeing the scene, Song Qiao felt a warmth in her heart; at least the maids didn’t just hide away but chose to block these intruders.
"Miss," one of the maids, seeing Song Qiao co out, imdiately brightened up, as if she had found a pillar of support.
Her voice drew everyone’s gaze to Song Qiao and Song Xi, including Murong Rui, who also looked over.
Song Qiao kept her composure, walked down the stairs, nodded to those people, and calmly said, "You can go back to your duties now."
"But Miss, these people..." the florist uncle hesitated but said.
Song Qiao knew what they were worried about. "It’s fine, I can handle it. You all can leave now."
The maids said no more. Since Song Qiao had spoken, they naturally retreated.
Murong Rui looked at Song Qiao and thought of what Jingchen had said to her that day. She wished she could just tear this woman apart. If it weren’t for her, Jingchen would still be waiting for her. She would have married Jingchen and beco his wife.
Yet unexpectedly, while she was studying abroad, such a woman suddenly appeared.
I have to admit Song Qiao is very attractive, especially the mature aura she exudes, which Murong Rui doesn’t have yet. This made her insanely jealous.
"Miss Murong, what do you an by this?" Song Qiao refocused her gaze on Murong Rui, her voice neutral and devoid of emotion, tinged with a hint of anger.
Murong Rui was wearing ten-centiter high heels, but even so, she wasn’t as tall as Song Qiao, who wore flats. In terms of deanor, Murong Rui still seed significantly subdued.
This thought surfaced in Murong Rui’s mind, filling her with further resentnt. Her gaze towards Song Qiao flashed with a poisonous hatred, though it quickly vanished.
She stepped forward in her high heels, crossing her arms as if wanting to look down on Song Qiao, then sneered before saying, "I’m here to see the daughter of the person who killed my parents... and her father. I want to see what kind of daughter she was raised to be, what kind of inhumane daughter such a father has produced."
Murong Rui’s tone was filled with mockery, completely ridiculing Song Qiao and Elder Mu, the look in her eyes toward Song Qiao already laced with hatred.
Song Qiao’s face darkened as she looked directly at Murong Rui with thin lips softly pursed, her eyes carrying a hint of coldness. Her voice remained indifferent, devoid of any emotion, "What exactly do you want? If you have sothing, just co at directly."
Her mother had passed away so long ago that apart from her father, no one could explain these things to her.
Murong Rui coldly sneered, her gaze filled with disdain and venom as she looked at Song Qiao, but spoke evenly, "It’s not impossible for not to pursue this matter."
She didn’t finish her sentence all at once, as if she was keeping everyone in suspense.
Song Qiao didn’t imdiately speak but continued to look at her, lips still lightly pressed together.
Murong Rui, seeing no reaction, wasn’t angry. She stepped forward again, speaking clearly, "Unless... you divorce Jingchen, I won’t pursue this matter. Otherwise, I will ensure this lifeti brings unrest to you, the Song Family, and... your grandfather."
Song Qiao’s eyes widened at her last words, anger rising within her glare, "Murong Rui, if you dare do anything to my grandfather, trust , I will make sure you live this lifeti in turmoil."
Whether frightened by Song Qiao’s aura or for other reasons, Murong Rui felt compelled to retreat. But rembering Jingchen was already married to this woman, and divorcing her was the only chance, she forcefully suppressed her urge to back down.
Her hand by her side clenched into a fist, and after a while, she managed a few cold laughs, speaking coolly, "Song Qiao, you should know what my status is in the Lu Family now. Jingchen’s father doesn’t like you. If he had to choose between us, who do you think he’d pick? You think I’m afraid of you? I have the Lu Family behind ; what do you have behind you?"
Before Song Qiao could speak, Song Xi, who stood behind her, already enraged by her words, stepped forward angrily and said to Murong Rui, "Don’t push it too far! Who do you think you are?"
Murong Rui chuckled quietly at Song Xi’s words, staring challengingly while speaking slowly, "I am still the adopted daughter of the Lu Family, while the Song Family is rely a small clan surviving in An City, nothing but ants before the Lu Family. If I wanted to destroy the Song Family, it would be effortless."
"You..." Song Xi was rendered speechless by her words, her face alternating between pale and flushed.
However, Song Qiao had already regained her composure, her expression remaining unchanged as she calmly uttered a few words, "Is that so? Then I’ll be watching."
Murong Rui’s body froze, looking at Song Qiao, feeling sothing was amiss but unable to pinpoint it. She expected her words would at least terrify Song Qiao, but seeing Song Qiao now revealed no fear.
This made her feel coldness spreading rapidly from her feet. Before she could fully comprehend, Song Xi’s slightly surprised voice reached her ears.
"Brother-in-law, you’re here."
Looking at Song Qiao and Song Xi turning their attention behind her, especially as Song Qiao glanced over with a mocking smile, Murong Rui suddenly felt bad. She also heard urgent footsteps behind her.
And it wasn’t just one person.
Turning around quickly, she saw Lu Jingchen, Xi Mohan, and Ning Wan hurrying toward them.
Murong Rui’s expression changed, turning pale and flushed in unpleasant shades.
Seeing Murong Rui, Ning Wan’s anger surged. Wearing flats rather than heels, she briskly ran towards Song Qiao, deliberately bumping her shoulder into Murong Rui’s as she passed.
Murong Rui had worn ten-centiter heels to appear more imposing, but her legs felt weak upon Lu Jingchen and Xi Mohan’s arrival. Although Ning Wan didn’t use much force, Murong Rui was still pushed to the side, instinctively letting out a scream.
Unfortunately, the sudden incident left everyone montarily unresponsive; by the ti they processed it, Murong Rui had already fallen onto the grass. Luckily, her dress was long enough, covering anything inappropriate. Yet Murong Rui, supporting herself with her hand, twisted her wrist, causing tears to well up in her eyes.
Ning Wan stopped beside Song Qiao, casting a dismissive glance at the fallen Murong Rui, then mockingly remarked, "So frail like Lin Daiyu, better stay ho. If sothing happens, it’s others who suffer."
Lu Jingchen and the others arrived, seeing Murong Rui on the ground, their brows furrowed.
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