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

Jiang Zhou was so startled that he slipped and fell, his right foot landing on the floor.

"Ahem." He coughed lightly and stepped off the bench.

With his hands behind his back and his back straight, he said, "I... well, I was just testing the soundproofing of the walls in my house. Ever since your sister-in-law moved in, I've been hearing strange noises in the middle of the night."

"But didn't my sister-in-law go out to a banquet with my aunt? She's not here, what are you listening to?"

Jiang Yang tilted his head in confusion.

Caught off guard by his underling, Jiang Zhou crossed his arms and pretended not to know: "Really? No wonder it was so quiet tonight."

He snatched Jiang Yang's game console and skillfully changed the subject: "Which level did you say you couldn't beat? I'll help you."

"Oh, the hundredth level." Jiang Yang leaned closer, putting his earlier doubts behind him.

Seeing Third Brother quickly restart level 100, I still felt that something was wrong.

He didn't return to his room with all 100 levels he had passed until he slapped his forehead in frustration.

Right!

When his third brother helps him play games, he always makes a condition first.

Why are you being so agreeable tonight?!

Weird.

He stared at the wall and, imitating his third brother, pressed himself against it.

I can't hear any sound at all.

You know, his sister-in-law, who lives next door, is the noisiest of all and often gets so excited watching motorcycle races late at night!

The noisiest family in the entire Jiang household.

Is my sister-in-law even noisier than my sister-in-law?

I'll have to ask my sister-in-law another day!

Thinking this, he closed the door and started another game.

……

A man was strolling back and forth by the stairwell on the second floor, his hands behind his back.

They would peek out from time to time or go downstairs, staring intently at the main entrance like door gods.

Uncle Li, who had just finished instructing the chef on the breakfast menu to be prepared for tomorrow morning, was startled as he passed by the stairwell.

"Oh dear! Young Master, what are you doing...?"

Jiang Zhou quickly looked away and stretched his arms: "Oh, I ate too much for dinner, I need to do some exercise."

"Uh..." Uncle Li was completely baffled.

The young master doesn't usually do morning exercises like the old man, stretching at home, does he?

Moreover, the young master didn't eat much tonight, so how come he's so full?

Having worked for the Jiang family for decades, the most important thing he learned was to ask as few questions as possible about the family's affairs.

So he pointed outside: "Young Master, you continue practicing. I'll go see if Young Madam has returned." He had only taken two steps...

"Come back." Jiang Zhou coughed twice. "Well, I've got nothing to do anyway, and it's getting late, so I'll wait... and wait for her. You go and get some rest."

Now, Uncle Li understood perfectly well.

The excuses like "I ate too much and then exercised" or "I was waiting for the young mistress" are all just that—excuses.

He didn't expose them, and simply went downstairs.

When Song Qingge returned home, she saw the man pacing back and forth in the corridor.

"Dear benefactor, is this... to aid digestion? Should we use a gas-relieving talisman?"

In the middle of the night, unless you're really exhausted, who would be wandering around in the hallway for no reason?

Jiang Zhou's raised lips instantly fell, and he said coldly, "No need." Did he look like he had nothing better to do?

They were definitely just bored and had nothing better to do.

Why wait for her?

He wouldn't have waited if it hadn't been so late and he hadn't been worried about the danger of her walking home alone as a girl.

"I'm going to sleep." He walked straight past Song Qingge and went back to his room.

Finally, he closed his eyes in frustration, took a deep breath, then turned back, saying in a muffled but firm voice, "I'm sorry."

Without waiting for the girl's reaction, he went straight back into the house.

With long, steady steps, she closed the door smoothly.

嗙。

He remained expressionless throughout.

Behind the door...

He pressed his ear against the door panel, his brow furrowed.

She should have understood, right?

He had previously misunderstood that she had married into the Jiang family with ulterior motives, but he hadn't asked her clearly enough.

It was only after those words at the funeral that he realized he had made a huge mistake, and since he was wrong, he apologized.

He pressed himself against the door, but heard nothing.

She should have understood!

Ok.

You definitely understood.

Outside.

Song Qingge: ? ? ?

Did her sugar daddy apologize to her?

Is that correct?

Is this a sign that she's about to be fired?

That won't work either. Although the penalty for breach of contract is 30 million, Boss Sang's company still needs to invest funds.

Besides, Jiang Zhou's fate is not yet over, so he cannot expel her.

Why did he apologize? Unable to come up with a solution, Song Qingge decided to stop thinking about it.

who cares.

Go back to your room and sleep.

And so, she put the matter out of her mind.

So much so that she couldn't even remember that Jiang Zhou had actually apologized to her!

……

The next day, after breakfast, Song Qingge prepared to go to her aunt's house.

On her way home last night, she showed it to her aunt and they arranged to visit today.

As soon as I arrived at the villa, a Rolls-Royce was parked in front of me.

The passenger window rolled down, revealing the man's sharp profile: "Get in."

Song Qingge waved her hand: "I'll have the driver take me."

She wouldn't dare let her sugar daddy deliver it in person.

"I was going that way anyway, I didn't do it on purpose to give you a ride." Jiang Zhou turned his head and looked straight ahead.

They have no intention of leaving.

Song Qingge was puzzled.

The Jiang family and the eldest aunt's family live in opposite directions, right?

Or did she remember it wrong?

Perhaps he was going out to discuss a collaboration, so he was just passing by?

Without thinking twice, she opened the door and got into the car.

The entire journey was speechless.

An hour later, the Rolls-Royce drove straight into an upscale residential area, and Song Qingge looked out the window.

She parked her car in front of an apartment building and asked in surprise, "Does my aunt live in an apartment complex?"

For ordinary people, apartments in upscale residential areas of Jiangcheng are already very expensive and luxurious, but for the Jiang family, who were once the wealthiest family in Jiangcheng, they are just very ordinary residences.

"Hmm." Jiang Zhou looked up at the tall buildings outside the window.

Song Qingge noticed that a layer of heartache and guilt had clouded those cold, eagle-like eyes.

His voice suddenly turned cold and deep, like a deep ice cave, making people shiver.

His deep voice held a barely perceptible hint of sadness: "My aunt didn't live here before; it's a newly bought place."

Upon meeting her aunt, Song Qingge learned that the Jiang family's financial chain had recently collapsed, and for the sake of the family, her aunt had sold the large villa and moved to a smaller apartment of a few hundred square meters.

No wonder he had such a forlorn expression.

Song Qingge suddenly remembered that her grandmother had felt the same way when she was alive.

Her biggest regret is that she didn't give her grandmother a good life.

On the contrary, her maternal grandmother sacrificed far too much to raise her.

She owes her grandmother a lifetime.

But it's too late to make up for it.

"Qingge?" Jiang Yueyao waved her hand, thinking that Song Qingge was feeling sorry for her, and instead comforted her, "Actually, a few hundred square meters is enough for my husband and me."

She never felt like she was making a sacrifice.

She has received so much from her family growing up.

Her family is in trouble; she should help.

Song Qingge stared intently at her aunt, hesitated for a moment, and then told her, "Actually, Jiang Zhou should feel very guilty. He will feel that he was not capable enough to keep his promise to protect his family by sacrificing you."

She had thought so too. At that time, her grandmother comforted her, telling her that having her as her niece was the greatest blessing in her life.

Family members should support each other.

Jiang Yueyao was surprised by Song Qingge's words. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she gripped Song Qingge's hand tightly: "Thank you for telling me. I understand."

Ding!

She quickly wiped her eyes.

The elevator doors opened.

What came into view was a young boy wearing sportswear, his bangs soaked with sweat.

Upon seeing Jiang Yueyao, he greeted her skillfully, "Aunt Yao, what a coincidence."

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to the side.

Meeting those single-eyelid wolf eyes, Song Qingge's icy gaze widened slightly.

His eyes are long and narrow; he smiles gently, but when he doesn't smile, they are sharp and ruthless.

Boys with these kinds of eyes are rare; they're usually tough guys.

Strangely, she actually felt a kinship bond with the Jiang family through this boy.

Could it be an illegitimate child?