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

Evening, in a private room at an entertainment club.

Tang Chengze embraced the curvaceous and beautiful woman and gave her a solid kiss.

Looking back at Jiang Zhou, who was sitting alone in the corner enjoying his wine, I picked up the bottle and sat down next to him.

Clinking glasses: "Tonight's my 'saying it' is my singles party, can't you cheer up? Or are you newlyweds, eager to go home and sleep with your wife?"

"Get lost." Jiang Zhou pushed him away, disdainfully saying, "You've probably held almost 20 'getting-out-of-single' parties in a year, it's nothing new, don't invite me again."

Tang Chengze put his arm around her shoulder: "Oh dear, I'm in the prime of my life, full of vigor and vitality, unlike you, who's like an iron tree that never blooms. But..."

He chuckled in a low voice, "Hey, I've heard it's all over the industry, your wife is stunningly beautiful!"

Jiang Zhou gave him a look.

He quickly let go, saying, "You're so petty! I was just praising your wife, I didn't have any other intentions. Why are you jealous?"

Tang Chengze leaned back on the sofa and couldn't help but sigh.

"I never thought I'd see Young Master Jiang so infatuated with a woman, tsk tsk..."

Halfway through the conversation, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and Tang Chengze looked towards the door.

Make sure you can see who it is.

He blurted out, "Holy crap! Why is she here? I didn't call out."

He looked at Jiang Zhou with an innocent expression.

The latter shrugged.

She didn't even glance at the woman who came in: "It doesn't matter."

It was originally Song Qiaoqiao who was engaged to Jiang Zhou, and everyone in their circle knew about it. As soon as Song Qiaoqiao came in, the atmosphere became strange.

Tang Chengze was considered one of Jiang Zhou's better friends in the industry, and he knew that Jiang Zhou didn't have feelings for Song Qiaoqiao.

Tonight was his plan, and it was his mistake to accidentally put these two together.

Since there was a mistake, it needs to be made up for.

He secretly got someone's phone number and sent them a message.

In the bedroom, Song Qingge came out after taking a shower, and her phone, which she had casually tossed on the bed, lit up.

She picked it up casually and saw the message.

[I'm Tang Chengze, Jiang Zhou's friend. He's drunk. Could you please come and pick him up?]

The address was attached at the end.

Song Qingge was puzzled.

He was drunk, what does that have to do with her?

Can't we ask someone to send it back, or ask the Jiang family to pick it up?

She glanced at the clock by her bedside; it was nearly midnight.

With a sigh, she said, "Never mind, I'll still go." At this hour, the Jiang family, with their standard routine, would have already gone to bed.

Song Qingge casually put on a set of branded casual clothes that Jiang Zhou had sent her earlier, went downstairs, and told the driver to follow the address.

……

Inside the private room.

Zhou Jiayu waved: "Qiaoqiao, over here!"

Song Qiaoqiao saw Jiang Zhou and was stunned for a moment.

Unfortunately, Yuan Chen is still the best.

If the Jiang family hadn't gone bankrupt, she might have considered accepting such a perfect man.

After all, he had said before that he wanted to marry her.

She knew she was very charming, so it wasn't surprising that Jiang Zhou was interested in her.

Besides, compared to a country girl like Song Qingge, anyone would like her.

Song Qiaoqiao tossed her long curly hair, walked over and sat down briskly, stealing glances at Jiang Zhou several times in the process.

It's quite good at hiding.

She was wearing a beautiful dress today, and he actually managed to resist looking at her.

She's definitely pretending to be calm.

"Qiaoqiao, you look beautiful today." Zhou Jiayu glanced at Jiang Zhou and deliberately raised her voice: "Hey, you and President Jiang must be quite familiar, after all, you were unmarried... oh, I misspoke, you're now my brother-in-law."

She raised an eyebrow at Tang Chengze: "Don't you think so, Young Master Tang?"

The private room fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on Jiang Zhou and Song Qiaoqiao.

"Jiayu, don't talk nonsense. My brother-in-law and I have nothing going on." Song Qiaoqiao cast a charming glance at Jiang Zhou.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Actually, I've always felt sorry for my sister and brother-in-law. If I hadn't mentioned to my sister that the Jiang family was doing very well before, but unfortunately now... she wouldn't have taken the initiative to tell Dad that she wanted to marry into the family in my place."

Jiang Zhou paused, his hand holding the wine glass still.

His eagle eyes instantly filled with frost.

He glanced at Song Qiaoqiao and said, "You mean, she's after my money?"

The private room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Tang Chengze tried to speak to ease the tension, but Jiang Zhou stopped him.

"Answer me truthfully."

"Brother-in-law, I..." Song Qiaoqiao's pitiful eyes were filled with tears: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say too much, I, I didn't mean that."

Seeing the tense situation, Tang Chengze quickly tried to smooth things over: "Oh, Qiaoqiao was just joking, she definitely didn't mean anything by it."

He pretended to scold Song Qiaoqiao: "Really, you can't just make jokes like that."

"I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, Brother Chengze." Song Qiaoqiao bit her lower lip and lowered her head pitifully.

It seems he really knows he was wrong.

But the moment he lowered his head, a triumphant smile crept onto his lips.

Even if it's a man she doesn't want, Song Qingge won't get him!

The Song family belongs to her, her father belongs to her, and the only person Jiang Zhou can love is her.

The atmosphere became lively again, but the moment the door to the private room was pushed open again, it plummeted back to freezing point.

Seeing a group of people in the private room, Song Qingge was not surprised, but she was startled when she saw Song Qiaoqiao.

Was he drunk because of Song Qiaoqiao?

They were even more surprised when they saw Jiang Zhou, who was now fully conscious.

"You're not drunk?"

What are you doing here?

Two voices rang out simultaneously.

Jiang Zhou frowned.

Thinking of Song Qiaoqiao's words just now, his dark eyes froze to the bone.

Tang Chengze's heart was pounding like it was on a drop tower.

He swore that when he called Song Qingge over, he never imagined things would turn out this way.

I should have known better than to make the decision on my own.

His brain raced, but before he could come up with a solution, he froze under Jiang Zhou's icy gaze.

He chuckled awkwardly, "I... I took it upon myself to make it happen, but..." He was just trying to bring the newlyweds together.

Who knew that Song Qingge married Jiang Zhou for money?

Her face is indeed beautiful, both delicate and alluring, every feature of her is exactly what men find attractive.

But how heartless and ungrateful!

Seeing that Jiang Zhou's face was ashen and she stopped talking, Tang Chengze gritted his teeth and called her in: "Sister-in-law... Miss Song, please come in first. Jiang Zhou won't be back for a while."

Song Qingge couldn't figure out what the man wanted to do.

Because he was the client, and she had agreed to fulfill the contract's conditions and couldn't break the contract, she joined.

The atmosphere became lively again, and Song Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth tightly.

If Song Qingge hadn't been spouting nonsense, Uncle He wouldn't have believed her lies and sent Yuan Chen to the police station.

Today, she's going to expose Song Qingge's lies!

She put on a sweet smile and called out softly, "Sister, Jiayu heard that you helped the He family resolve their crisis before, and she really wants to see you too."

Zhou Jiayu, standing next to him: ? ? ?

When did I say that?

But she was indeed curious, and not only her, but everyone in the industry was curious about what kind of magic this newly appointed Mrs. Jiang had used to help the He family.

Why don't we let her test the waters?

She chimed in, "Yes, Miss Song, could you tell my fortune?"