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

The guests glanced at the Jiang family and Song Qingge with barely perceptible eyes.

His expression of taking advantage of someone's misfortune was completely undisguised.

Everyone knows that the Jiang family married the country girl that the Song family didn't want.

Compared to the He family, who married a genuine heiress, the Jiang family was severely humiliated by the Song family.

Seeing everyone's blatant expressions, He Yuanchen curled his lips into a smug grin.

Having lost to Jiang Zhou so many times, this time he's going to get his revenge a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

"Speaking of which, Mr. Jiang is my future brother-in-law, right? Out of courtesy, I should offer you a toast."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Yuanchen raised his wine glass.

The air condensed.

Who would have thought that the confrontation between the former leader and the He family, which has now taken its place, would be so harmonious?

Jiang Zhou focused his mind, his fingers just touching the wine glass.

Clang!

He Yuanchen let go, and the glass shattered on the floor.

"Oh, how did my hand slip? It seems the Jiang family really has something going for them. Getting close to you will only bring bad luck." He Yuanchen said with a smug smirk.

No one dared to utter a sound.

This is an open and embarrassing move for the Jiang family.

Song Qingge's cool gaze fell on He Yuanchen's back.

A dark shadow followed him everywhere.

After He Yuanchen's actions, the shadowy figure grew even denser.

Unlike the Yin energy gathered on Wen Nian's body, He Yuanchen provoked something far more troublesome.

Song Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up: "Sister, if you ever have any difficulties in the future, be sure to come to us. At least Yuanchen and I can provide you with a place to stay."

At first glance, it sounds like a gesture of concern, but in reality, it means that the Jiang family has gone bankrupt and they can take them in.

It's an insult to see a once prominent family in Jiangcheng reduced to needing someone to take them in.

He Yuanchen laughed heartily: "Yes, brother-in-law, you don't need to be so polite."

So refreshing!

I never imagined that Jiang Zhou would fall into his hands one day.

Just as he was about to strike while the iron was hot and completely embarrass Jiang Zhou, he was stopped.

"Alright, Yuanchen, you're talking a lot today."

The middle-aged man in a sharp suit exuded an aura of authority. He said, "Tonight, everyone is a guest. Please enjoy the food and drinks."

"dad!"

"Shut up."

He Yuanchen was displeased, but still lowered his voice: "The Jiang family is utterly hopeless now, what are you afraid of them for? Why don't you let me humiliate them properly!"

"You think Jiang Zhou is afraid of you?" He Liangde stepped over the crowd and looked at the tallest and most conspicuous young man. "He ignores you because you're too narrow-minded and don't deserve your attention. Being quick-witted doesn't prove your ability; you're still too naive."

He glanced at his eldest son and sighed, "When will you have half of Jiang Zhou's ability and composure? Only then can I retire in peace." He shook his head and strode straight toward the Jiang family.

The business world is ever-changing. The Jiang family is now in decline, but who knows when they might make a comeback?

Jiang Zhou's abilities are among the best of the younger generation and should not be underestimated.

Watching his father's departing figure, He Yuanchen clenched his fists tightly.

He glared fiercely at Jiang Zhou.

The Jiang family is about to go bankrupt, doesn't that prove he's better than Jiang Zhou?

It's clearly the father who's biased!

He Liangde walked up to Jiang Zhou, raised his wine glass, and said, "I'm sorry, Yuan Chen is not good with words, I meant no harm."

"It's alright." Jiang Zhou raised his glass and clinked it lightly.

He didn't take He Yuanchen seriously at all.

These are trivial skills, nothing to be afraid of.

Arguing about who is better is a waste of time.

He Liangde breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Song Qingge beside him: "Is this Mrs. Jiang? She's absolutely stunning."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingge lazily lifted her eyelids and quietly observed He Liangde.

He casually asked, "Is there a dead old tree in your backyard?"

He Liangde's pupils dilated: "How did Mrs. Jiang know?"

Strangely enough, the ancient tree, which had been passed down for three generations, died inexplicably after being transplanted to the new house just one night three days ago.

now it's right.

Song Qingge glanced at He Yuanchen not far away, then looked away.

"Young Master He is having a romantic entanglement problem. He should not go to the back garden or near the ancient trees tonight, otherwise his good fortune will dissipate, his later life will be filled with hardship, and the He family will be implicated."

He Liangde was stunned for a few seconds.

He laughed and teased, "Xiao Zhou, your wife is quite humorous."

Clearly, he didn't believe it.

Song Qingge remained calm.

Whether she believed it or not was none of her business; she was simply offering a reminder since she had witnessed his fate being dragged down by his son.

As for the outcome, it all depends on his own choices.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, He Liangde went on to entertain other guests, where he happened to run into his son.

He called out, "Where have you been gallivanting off to again? Tonight's your birthday party, you better stay put!"

He Yuanchen was annoyed.

Thinking of how warmly her father and Jiang Zhou were interacting, she felt annoyed.

"I'm going out for some fresh air."

"etc."

He Liangde stared straight ahead, his heart tightening.

Isn't that exactly what Mrs. Jiang was talking about, the back garden?

He blurted out, ready to stop him, but then shook his head.

What do you mean by "good fortune scattered"? That's just superstition, and he never believed in those things.

However, I still gave them a couple of instructions: "Come back early. You're the star of the show tonight; you can't be absent."

Seeing his son leave, he didn't think much of it and went back to greeting the guests.

Not far away, Song Qingge watched all this with cold, expressionless eyes.

He Yuanchen committed lewd acts and probably won't be able to sleep alone at night. The He family's marriage alliance... they're probably just trying to find the Song family to be their suckers.

Everyone has his own life.

Fate is in your own hands.

She doesn't get too involved in other people's fates, and she doesn't earn money that way anyway.

What happens to the He and Song families is none of her business.

The more important problem now is... her feet are killing her.

It was her first time wearing sky-high heels. If she had known, she would have just brought a pair of flats and could have changed into them now.

She staggered to the food area, and just as she sat down and picked up a plate of pastries, a pair of flat shoes appeared on the floor in front of her.

Looking up, she met the man's handsome, deep eagle eyes.

Jiang Zhou put down the shoes, took a breath and coughed: "These were extras bought by my subordinates, it's a waste to throw them away, take a look and see if they fit."

Song Qingge lowered her head.

A pair of brand-new, pure white flat shoes lay quietly on the floor.

Who would buy an extra pair of women's shoes for no reason?

She saw through it but didn't say anything. Without wasting a second, she changed out of her high heels, jumped down, and stomped them on.

The size was just right.

He looked at Jiang Zhou in surprise.

How did you know my shoe size?

Jiang Zhou turned his head away: "I just bought it randomly, it might be a coincidence." When no one was looking, the back of his ears turned red.

"Oh, thank you." Song Qingge smiled.

Aside from his sharp tongue, this man is quite considerate.

It's good, at least for our partners.

Jiang Zhou bent down and casually picked up her high heels: "Hmm."

He didn't say anything, just picked up his high heels, turned around, and went to talk business with someone else.

Song Qingge's dark eyes were fixed on the large, veiny hand holding the woman's high heels.

He just took it like that?

A strange warmth welled up in my heart.

If his family hadn't suffered such a terrible misfortune, he probably would have married the girl he loved and lived a happy life.

She took over the position that originally belonged to Mrs. Jiang.

Song Qingge stepped through the crowd and stared intently at Song Qiaoqiao, who was surrounded like a princess.

That was the Mrs. Jiang he should have married...