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

Without hesitation, Jiang Yang blurted out, "Of course I wish I could crawl out of the underworld and kill him!"

Although he doesn't hate He Yuanchuan as much anymore, it doesn't mean they aren't mortal enemies!

Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge exchanged a smile and looked at Jiang Yang.

Five seconds later, the child suddenly understood!

"Oh... I see! For those families the Zhou family has offended, today is a perfect day for them to go clubbing!"

No wonder everyone is so eager to participate.

They walked toward the tombstone, where the Zhou family was welcoming their guests.

They all looked sad and grief-stricken, but you couldn't see a trace of sadness in their eyes.

Lin Jinhua quickened her pace to catch up with Song Qingge and instructed her privately, "Qingge, the Zhou family has just lost an heir and may still be emotionally affected. You must be careful." She was worried that they might take their anger out on Song Qingge.

However, it turned out that she had worried too much.

When the Zhou family saw Song Qingge, they were even more welcoming than when they saw their own brothers and sisters, and one after another they lined up to greet her.

"You must be Mrs. Jiang. I'm so glad to finally meet you in person. You're so beautiful, like a fairy."

"Mrs. Jiang, please don't blame yourself. My family, my elder brother and sister-in-law, will not blame you."

"That's right, the car accident was just an accident."

Song Qingge was completely bewildered.

They are clearly the deceased's family members, so why are they comforting her instead?

The rumors were indeed true; the competition for the inheritance within the Zhou family had become so fierce that they wished the other party were dead.

No wonder the Zhou family didn't seem too sad, even though it was a funeral.

It's just a formality.

The dignified old man with white hair, a white flower pinned to his chest, and hands behind his back talking to the guests in front of the tombstone must be Mr. Zhou.

Standing next to him was Zhou Jiayu.

Upon seeing Song Qingge, Zhou Jiayu froze.

Liuli's pupils shrank, her eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and fear.

Reason suppressed her; she couldn't blame Song Qingge. But emotionally, she couldn't help but blame her.

Song Qingge knew this would be the outcome, so why didn't she give them a more serious warning that day?

If Song Qingge had explained things clearly earlier, her parents wouldn't have died.

Therefore, Song Qingge should also take responsibility for her parents' deaths!

"Jiayu, please accept my condolences." Song Chengming led his wife and daughter to place a white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.

Following Zhou Jiayu's gaze, turning around, one sees the Jiang family and Song Qingge lining up to present flowers.

He snorted coldly: "Jiayu, my daughter is now married into the Jiang family, and I can hardly control her anymore. I hope you won't blame her for what she did."

"Don't blame me?"

Zhou Jiayu's throat tightened with sobs: "My parents are already dead, how can I not blame them? Uncle Song, you should know that she has abilities that ordinary people don't have. She cursed my parents, and who knows, she probably already knew their fate."

Hearing the commotion, the guests all turned to watch the excitement.

They stepped aside, leaving the Jiang family and the Zhou and Song families facing off.

The rest of the Zhou family members did not participate, choosing instead to stand aside and watch.

They weren't originally planning to stand against Song Qingge, who was their benefactor who helped them eliminate their most powerful competitor!

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhou Shun went behind the people and casually placed the wooden plaque next to the offerings on the tombstone.

Suddenly, dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

Song Qingge noticed the change and looked up at the sky.

"Qingge, you owe Jiayu an explanation. You knew Jiayu's parents were going to suffer a calamity, yet you just watched them die without doing anything to save them. How could I have raised such a heartless daughter like you?"

Although the online public opinion did not affect the Song family, his plan failed.

Not only did they fail to crush the Jiang family, but they also turned them into a so-called "charitable family"? It's utterly absurd!

In high society, who is truly doing charity work?

Jiang Zhou and Song Qingge were just putting on an act.

As a result, they seized upon this wave of public opinion, giving the Jiang family a chance to breathe. How despicable!

Bai Qiuya pretended to be kind and advised, "Qingge, Jiayu's parents are already pitiful enough. You said the curse and you didn't actually save them. Regardless of whether you have any mysterious real skills, you should at least apologize for what you said and did."

"Master Zhou had such a fine son, and now he's gone. You've come to their funeral today; you can't just pretend nothing happened, can you? It's heartbreaking."

Song Qingge gave a cold laugh, her eyes filled with indifference.

It's often said that having a stepmother means having a stepfather.

She experienced it firsthand.

Her vision blurred with a layer of mist, and the figures in front of her swayed. She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

My chest heaved, the air I inhaled stuck in my chest, I couldn't exhale.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, making it hard to breathe.

She opened her pink lips and barely managed to catch her breath.

Just as she was about to explain, a line of people suddenly appeared in front of her.

Looking up, all that comes into view is the man's tall back.

They stood firmly in front of her.

The chilling atmosphere made the already solemn funeral even more unsettling.

Jiang Yueming, carrying a heavy helmet that looked like she was about to throw it at him, said, "Song Fox, I think you're the one whose conscience has been eaten by dogs, or rather, whose conscience has been eaten by a mistress!" She rolled her eyes at Bai Qiuyue.

"Who are you cursing?!" Song Qiaoqiao stepped forward and pulled her mother along.

"I'll curse anyone who takes this personally."

She exhaled heavily in anger.

Grabbing Song Qingge's arm, he scolded, "Weren't you quite clever when you were arguing with my third nephew? Now you're being morally blackmailed by them? Go ahead and yell at them!"

Song Qingge really wanted to say that she hadn't listened to those words.

Although it was somewhat painful, I felt more sorry for my mother for loving such a scumbag.

The explanation was simply to avoid affecting her future business.

Money is easy to make in the circles of the wealthy. What if they listen to Song Chengming and then dare not do business with her in the future?

She and her grandmother had already learned their lesson once in the village and couldn't afford to repeat it.

Jiang Yueming continued to speak, her mouth moving at a speed like a machine gun, her words clear and her logic sound: "Song Chengming, now you're saying that our Qingge doesn't save people, are you implying that she's a celestial being or the King of Hell, able to decide life and death on earth?"

Without any evidence, you're protecting someone else's daughter, pointing at your own daughter in public, and letting that shameless mistress jump on Qingge's head and bark wildly. Whose conscience has been eaten by dogs?! It's infuriating! Humph! She exhaled a breath of stale air.

That felt great.

If she doesn't teach this family a lesson, she'll get so angry in the middle of the night that she'll fly to the Song family and slap them a few times.

Outrageous!

The guests and Zhou family members who were watching the spectacle couldn't help but want to applaud.

I have to say, Jiang's sister-in-law is incredibly powerful!

But this scene was truly bizarre.

The Song family didn't protect their own daughter; instead, the Jiang family protected their new daughter-in-law.

She was a country girl who was married off in place of her husband.

The Jiang family must have lost their minds.

They laughed inwardly, but didn't show it on their faces.

Song Chengming opened his mouth, babbling, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Finally, unable to swallow her pride, she stubbornly said, "Although Qingge has married into your Jiang family, she is still my daughter. Isn't it too much of a meddlesome thing for me, the Jiang family's sister-in-law, to discipline my daughter?"

Jiang Yueming?

Is she meddling in other people's business?

We have to get this straight today!

She put down her helmet, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to step forward to argue when suddenly her arm was gently pulled back.

Turning around, I met Song Qingge's clear eyes.

Song Qingge shook her head, pulled Jiang Yueming to her side, and looked directly at Song Chengming.

Her clear, cold voice resonated deeply: "Father, so you still remember I'm your daughter? But when you so readily signed the severance agreement to force me to marry into the Jiang family, did you ever for a moment think that I was your daughter?"