The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Song Qingge looked in the direction of the sound.

Against the light, besides the tall, imposing man, came a familiar face: Song Qiaoqiao.

After she married into the Jiang family, the Song family couldn't wait to officially announce their marriage to the He family.

It is euphemistically called "double happiness".

Then the person next to Song Qiaoqiao should be Young Master He Yuanchen.

Her cool gaze swept over.

A man with a full forehead and a well-proportioned forehead is a typical noble-looking man, and his life will be smooth sailing.

Unfortunately, the eyelids are too wide, indicating excessive spending of money; the outer corners of the eyes are bulging, suggesting a lot of romantic entanglements.

His eyes were bruised, he looked listless, and his eyes were bloodshot; he must have been working all night.

If he continues his unrestrained behavior, he will be ruined by women in the future, and the He family will be handed over to him, but it will not be passed down to the next generation.

"I didn't expect that after falling on hard times, Young Master Jiang would end up causing trouble for other people's homes? How's it going, is the pay good?" He Yuanchen stood in front of Jiang Zhou, his posture arrogant and full of sarcasm.

He used to be outdone by Jiang Zhou in every way, unable to win projects, and would get furious when they argued.

He hasn't won in over twenty years.

Now, he finally caught Jiang's weakness.

He Yuanchuan was about to explain to his brother when Song Qiaoqiao interrupted him.

She affectionately linked arms with He Yuanchen, her voice sweet and delicate: "Brother Yuanchen, it's also my fault. I should have asked my sister to stop my brother-in-law and the others. But please, Brother Yuanchen, calm down for my sake. The Jiang family has had a lot of trouble lately and has lost some money. It's understandable that they're emotional."

"Oh dear, thank goodness Qiaoqiao reminded me." He Yuanchen slapped his forehead. "Otherwise, I would have forgotten that the Jiang family married Qiaoqiao's older sister who came back from the countryside? Hahaha, what a perfect match."

He took two steps closer, raising his eyebrows defiantly: "Jiang Zhou, I want every single member of your Jiang family to bow and apologize to my brother!"

"elder brother……"

"Don't say anything, I'm here, I'll back you up!" He Yuanchen interrupted again.

He Yuanchuan hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Helplessly facepalming: My goodness, are you stupid?

Where did the Jiang family bully him?

Who spread the rumor?

"Heh." Jiang Zhou chuckled softly, his expression calm and unchanging.

"What are you laughing at?" He Yuanchen asked angrily.

Only then did he notice the strange looks he was receiving from the surrounding guests.

Jiang Zhou, hands in his pockets, cold and focused, exuded a powerful aura that intimidated everyone present: "I'm really worried about how long the He family can last when it's passed down to you."

He glanced at He Yuanchuan.

The latter finally found a chance to speak, and said at double speed, "Brother, who told you I was bullied? You've misunderstood the Jiang family."

"Misunderstanding?!" He Yuanchen's pupils dilated.

"It has nothing to do with the Jiang family." He Yuanchuan scratched his head, his eyelids drooping. "I was the one who stopped Jiang Yang..." He paused, looking in the direction Jiang Yang had left.

A guilty conscience welled up in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, He Yuanchen glared at Song Qiaoqiao.

What happened?

Song Qiaoqiao panicked.

She and her mother clearly saw the Jiang family bullying He Yuanchuan.

Lose your face!

He Yuanchen wished he could disappear into the ground and turn to run away.

"Stop." Song Qingge said coldly, her calm, lake-like eyes staring straight ahead: "Apologize."

He Yuanchen turned around angrily.

On his own turf, someone actually dared to make him apologize?

I turned my head to look.

stunned.

Beneath the white dress, the girl was as beautiful as an angel.

His eyes widened, his peach blossom eyes curved upwards, filled with deep affection.

Jiang Zhou frowned and took a step to the left to block the line of sight.

He Yuanchen then came to his senses and realized who this beautiful girl was.

But... so what if he's Mrs. Jiang? If he wants to play around, can the Jiang family stop him now?

He looked her over with interest: "A beautiful lady like you wants me to apologize? Of course, as long as you..."

"sorry."

He suddenly bowed.

"sorry!"

The second bow was loud and clear.

"sorry……"

The yellow talisman flew out of Song Qing's singer at a speed so fast that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and no one noticed it at all.

Apart from Jiang Zhou.

He glanced sideways at the girl beside him.

Is she standing up for him?

Why?

It's clearly just a contractual relationship, so why...?

Or is she concerned about him?

Suddenly, the burning sensation from her ear spread to her cold, thin lips, staining them red.

He pursed his lips slightly, his eyes revealing a complex and indescribable expression.

Song Qingge withdrew her hand.

That sleazy guy, it feels much better to teach him a lesson.

She didn't notice the man's gaze at all, nor did she understand the man's complex inner thoughts.

"I'm sorry... Damn it, who... I'm sorry! Who's messing with me... I'm sorry...!"

The onlookers tried hard to hold back their laughter, but couldn't help bursting into loud, pig-like squeals.

He Yuanchen bowed deeply to Jiang Zhou for five minutes, repeating "I'm sorry" until he was practically worn out.

Apology tokens are only useful for people who have truly done something wrong but are too stubborn to admit it.

Back in the village, villagers would steal vegetables but refuse to admit it. She couldn't bear to see her grandmother go hungry, so she went to them to get them back.

They refused to admit it to the death.

She drew an apology symbol and made the other party bow and apologize in public outside the village committee for five minutes, and they "willingly" returned the vegetables.

From then on, no one dared to steal their vegetables anymore.

Five minutes passed... He Yuanchen glared fiercely at Jiang Zhou, then glanced sideways at Song Qingge before leaving.

It was clearly she who made the move, and that's why he started bowing and apologizing.

Could it be her doing?

Sensing the gaze, Song Qingge held up two fingers, and the next second, He Yuanchen appeared as if the wind was blowing beneath his feet...

They ran away in fright.

"Hahaha!" Jiang Yueming clutched her stomach. "Serves him right! He's really embarrassed himself this time! I'll have to contact my classmate on the news website tomorrow and get He Yuanchen on the front page."

After speaking, she looked at Song Qingge.

I have a vague feeling that the apology just now was related to Song Qingge.

But, to make someone else apologize out of thin air? Impossible.

She must be overthinking it.

After several twists and turns, they finally entered the main hall of the banquet. At this moment, people coming and going were all prominent figures from all walks of life in Jiangcheng.

Jiang Zhou slowed his pace and walked at the very back.

He coldly watched the girl walking unsteadily, carefully stepping on her high heels.

He waved.

Behind him, the leader of the Jiang family's bodyguard team immediately stepped forward: "Master Jiang, what are your orders?"

They are a top-tier bodyguard team trained by Master Jiang, specifically to protect the Jiang family.

The task that Master Jiang entrusted to them must have been very important.

His eyes gleamed, ready to accept the challenge!

"Find someone with decent taste and go buy a pair of women's flat shoes."

Girls love to look good, so it would be embarrassing to just wear any old slippers.

Jiang Zhou's wife, even if only in name, doesn't need to compromise herself in any situation.

The team leader was taken aback, thinking he had misheard: "Flat...flat shoes?"

Jiang Zhou glanced sideways: "Is there a problem?"

"No, no..."

Still unaware of what had happened, Song Qingge finally caught up with the Jiang family members and heard thunderous applause from the crowd.

Where all eyes were focused, He Yuanchen led Song Qiaoqiao into the center of the dance floor.

The guests surrounded them.

As classical music began, accompanied by a soothing and romantic rhythm, they began to dance in the center of the dance floor.

"What a perfect couple!"

"The He family is the one who is truly worthy of the Song family as in-laws now, unlike..."

"Ahem! The Jiang family is right behind us."

The two people in front shut up and stopped discussing, but the mocking gazes around them were like cold arrows.

As the music ended, He Yuanchen picked up the microphone: "Thank you all for gracing my birthday party today. I would like to formally introduce my fiancée."

The true heiress of the Song family, Song Qiaoqiao.