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

Even though Song Qingge was somewhat prepared, she was still taken aback when she saw the luxurious Song family mansion.

With such a large area, there's enough space to build hundreds of villages.

Butler Chen led the way, his pace not slow, but rather faster and faster as they walked.

It seemed to be urging her from an invisible place.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the villa, passing through the entrance hall, one arrives at the main hall.

When the girl in tattered clothes appeared in his sight, Song Chengming didn't dare to recognize her. Only after looking closely did he realize that she had a pure and innocent face that looked almost exactly like his ex-wife.

Seeing the girl standing there without calling out, he frowned: "Have you become mute from living in the countryside? Can't you even call out to people?"

Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, his dignified gaze shone through.

"Oh, Dad, my sister just got back, don't be so mean!"

Hearing this, Song Chengming's heart softened, and he gently stroked his daughter's soft curly hair: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to Qiaoqiao."

Song Qingge then noticed the girl next to her who looked like a porcelain doll.

She has fair skin and a beautiful face, with pure eyes, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes; it's all an act.

She spoke sweetly and charmingly, making Song Chengming grin from ear to ear, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets with delight.

They completely forgot about her existence.

After a long while, Song Chengming finally said impatiently, "Alright, stop standing there. People will think you just got back, and I, as your father, am making you stand there as punishment. Come and sit down."

Song Qingge's clear eyes fell on her father's impatient face. She stared for a long time until she could find no trace of love in his stern eyes. Then she suppressed the last bit of hope she had for her father and sat down in the seat closest to the door.

"You haven't even thought of coming back to visit after all these years. Don't you care about this family?" Song Chengming's expression was stern, his tone authoritative: "As your father, if you properly apologize, do you think I'd really just abandon you?"

"If I hadn't found out through connections that your grandmother had passed away and been worried you'd have nowhere to go, which is why I asked you to come back, would you really have been planning on not returning?"

Song Qingge raised her eyes and stared straight at Song Chengming.

Song Chengming was terrified.

How could those eyes be so terrifying?

Just making eye contact made him want to look away.

On second thought, as his father, how could she dare to be so disrespectful!

Anger surged within him, and his tone left no room for doubt: "Fine, you ungrateful wretch. Now that you're back, and you're of age, I've arranged a marriage for you with the Jiang family of Jiangcheng, a prominent clan."

This marriage was arranged by your sister. She felt indebted to you because she thought you had suffered so much in the countryside all these years, so she gave up the opportunity to marry you. You should thank your sister properly.

Song Qingge showed no outward sign of emotion, but inwardly she felt a chill.

To her, her father was no different from the village secretary's son at this moment.

She despises people who, because they are in a high position, arbitrarily control other people's lives.

Song Chengming is the more hypocritical type.

The Jiang family of Jiangcheng was once a powerful and influential family that everyone sought after, with all sorts of people scrambling to get a connection with them.

I suddenly started having a lot of bad luck a few months ago.

Every project loses money; whatever we do loses money.

The Jiang family members are all plagued by misfortune: some are sick, some are injured, some have collapsed, and some have gone missing.

Those who get close will bring bad luck.

Now that the Song and Jiang families are about to get married, Song Chengming doesn't want to marry off his beloved daughter, whom he has cherished for so long, so he remembers his daughter whom he hasn't thought about for 15 years.

Song Qingge twitched her lips, pulled out a sheet of A4 paper from the stack in front of her, and quickly began to write.

He pushed the object towards Song Chengming: "I can agree to this. Sign this, and also, I want a dowry of one million, not a penny less."

Although the village is poor, the village loudspeaker broadcasts the news every morning.

She also knew some things about the Jiang family.

To rise to a position in a prominent family, one's luck is definitely not bad; a sudden stroke of bad luck must mean someone has sabotaged them.

When you're unlucky, you can have a lucky break.

She had previously calculated out of curiosity that the Jiang family would have great fortune in the future.

As for the Song family, judging from the faces of the three members of the Song family, one can tell that a great calamity is about to befall them.

She didn't want to be implicated in the Song family's karma, so she had to leave the Song family first.

The Jiang family is her best option at the moment.

"A letter of severance!" Song Chengming slammed the paper on the glass coffee table, took a few deep breaths, and forcibly suppressed his anger: "You actually dare to sever ties with me? I'm your father! You think you can fly away now that your wings have hardened? I can marry you into the Jiang family, and I can cancel this marriage anytime!"

"Do as you please," Song Qingge said calmly. "It's you who wants this marriage arranged, not me."

Those dark eyes stared at him silently, making Song Chengming feel uneasy.

He remembered the disdainful look in his ex-wife's eyes.

The same.

What he hates most!

Song Qingge was right, but he didn't expect that this girl could see through his purpose.

Given the current situation, it seems worthwhile to pay one million to avoid the risk of being implicated by the Jiang family in the future.

Once this girl finds out that the Jiang family is going bankrupt in less than three months, and with this letter severing ties, they will have no further connection, she will be too ashamed to return to the Song family and demand that he take responsibility.

Thinking about it that way, it's actually a good thing.

Let's see how she regrets it later!

He pushed up his glasses, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly: "Five hundred thousand."

"Not a penny less, not marriage; not a second until the money arrives, not marriage." Song Qingge's eyes were calm and indifferent. She bit her thumb and pressed a bloody mark onto the paper.

She wasn't after the money; with her mystical abilities, earning a million was only a matter of time.

However, since Song Chengming had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for 15 years, she needed to get her hands on this money to avoid being implicated in his karma in the future, so as to completely sever their kinship.

After hesitating for two seconds, Song Chengming gritted his teeth and bit his thumb until it bled.

Press your handprint.

Without a second's hesitation, Song Qingge pulled out the letter severing ties with her family, folded it, put it in her tattered bag, and slung it over her shoulder: "Take me to the Jiang family."

She didn't want to stay in this "home" any longer.

After exchanging glances and receiving approval from his master, the butler, Old Chen, followed and saw Song Qingge out.

He continued walking ahead, opened the passenger door, and got in.

After she got into the car, the vehicle drove straight away.

An hour later, Song Qingge, along with her luggage, was placed outside the Jiang family's gate.

Butler Chen smiled mysteriously: "Miss, good luck."

After saying that, he got into the car and left.

The person who came out to meet her was the Jiang family's old butler, who looked to be nearly sixty years old and must have been very experienced.

Upon seeing her, he first nodded in acknowledgment, then took her luggage without the slightest hint of disgust, and helped her carry the tattered bag.

"I can do it myself."

"It's alright," said Uncle Li, the old butler, with a kind smile. "It's my duty."

Looking at the old man's wrinkled face, Song Qingge felt a lump in her throat. She tried her best to suppress the tightness in her heart and looked around to distract herself.

If the Song family mansion is a palace, then the Jiang family old house, besides being large in size, is decorated in a remarkably simple style.

There is no excessive luxury decoration.

Upon arriving at the old main house by car, the noisy commotion drifted into Song Qingge's ears as soon as she got off.

"Third brother, what do you think we should do? That's a Hetian jade bracelet! Grandpa passed it down to Uncle before he passed away, repeatedly telling him not to lose it, not to lose it, or our family will be finished!"

Song Qingge looked in the direction of the sound and saw that everyone in the Jiang family had a worried look on their faces.

Their focus was on the person they were seeking help from, the "Third Brother" they were talking about.

The man was 1.9 meters tall, with a sharp appearance and a cold demeanor. He was enveloped in golden light, making him stand out even in a crowd.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Song." Uncle Li sighed, his wrinkles deepening with worry. "The Jiang family has been quite busy lately. And just before you came, they lost their ancestral jade bracelet. Sigh..."