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

After Jiang Yaozhen left, the Jiang family gathered in the living room on the first floor of the villa to wait.

Feeling bored, Song Qingge started taking stock of the Jiang family members.

The Jiang family is large and prosperous. The elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, have two daughters and three sons. The two daughters are at the beginning and end of the family respectively. The eldest daughter, Jiang Yueyao, is fifty years old and has two sons. They are stationed on the frontier year-round. This month, they inexplicably failed in their missions one after another, and both of them were injured and could not recover.

The youngest daughter, Jiang Yueming, is a thirty-year-old unmarried female motorcyclist who is famous far and wide. In recent months, whenever she goes out to meet Crush, she is thwarted by all sorts of bad luck.

The three sons in the middle are Jiang Zhou's father, the eldest, named Jiang Min'an, a doctor. He used to be healthy, but in recent months he has developed various minor ailments whenever he goes out to see patients. His wife, Yin Lan, who is also Jiang Zhou's mother, is plagued by nightmares every night and cannot find peace.

Jiang Yang's father was the second son, named Jiang Minyan, and his wife, Lin Jinhua, was the only daughter of a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan. Their love story was quite tumultuous; he became pregnant one night when they were young, and Lin Jinhua ran away while pregnant. They didn't reunite and get married until five years ago.

He has been working in management at the Yuecheng branch for many years. In the past month, the factory has suffered a series of natural disasters, resulting in heavy losses, while the factories next door have all been fine.

The youngest son, Jiang Yaozhen, is divorced. After the Jiang family fell on hard times, his wife ran away overnight.

The family has been passed down to the third generation. Jiang Zhou is the third in line, and the younger generation in the family calls him "Third Brother".

Jiang Yang is the youngest, and recently he has been involved in the strange incident of his female classmates losing their expensive jewelry, becoming the only "perverted suspect".

Mr. Jiang passed away a year ago.

Grandma Jiang went to Jing'an Temple tonight; Jiang Yueming is racing motorcycles and isn't home.

Song Qingge was carefully considering her options.

The huge pendulum clock on the wall ticked away in the quiet wind.

Uncle Li kindly served tea and snacks: "Miss Song, it will be a while before we get there. Please have something to tide you over."

A refreshing aroma of tea wafted into her nostrils. Song Qingge sniffed it and looked down.

The red velvet cake looked especially tempting under the bright lights. She looked up at Uncle Li and said, "Thank you." Without any hesitation, she picked up the cake and started eating.

They finished one very quickly.

He swallowed hard.

This was the first time in her life she had ever eaten pastries other than steamed buns and dumplings.

Uncle Li then served another piece of strawberry cake.

The huge strawberries glittered under the light. Song Qingge took a sip of tea, then picked it up and finished it in one gulp.

Uncle Li was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go get the cake or not, and looked at the host.

Jiang Zhou's slender fingers, which were swiping on his phone, paused above the screen. His pupils dilated slightly; he was also taken aback.

The prestigious Song family won't even feed us?

He coldly replied, "Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

"Did you eat poisonous chili peppers? You have a really sharp tongue." Song Qingge put down the plate and retorted calmly.

Jiang Zhou was amused and gave Uncle Li a look, who then rushed to the kitchen without stopping.

Then another piece of cake was served.

The empty plates were stacked high, and the other members of the Jiang family guarding the gate all turned to look at them with surprise.

"Wow, you ate a whole ten years' worth of cake! Isn't that old scoundrel Song going to buy you any cake?"

Song Qingge paused, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes, before continuing to eat her cake as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Yang noticed this reaction and exclaimed, "No way? Your dad really abandoned you in the countryside? I thought they were joking."

"Xiao Yang."

Jiang Zhou stopped him.

"Oh, I won't say anything more." Jiang Yang realized he had said the wrong thing, so he shut up and went back to playing games.

Jiang Zhou lowered his gaze and landed on the profile of the girl who was swallowing rapidly.

As if she was afraid someone would take it from her?

His gaze shifted to the right, landing on the tattered cloth bag she always carried, and his brows furrowed.

The Song family didn't even prepare any luggage for her?

Beneath his chilling eagle eyes lay an unfathomable expression.

After waiting for nearly fifty minutes, which should have been according to the route, the Jiang family gradually lost patience.

An elegant woman in a cheongsam with her hair styled in an updo slowly asked, "Miss Song, why would you lie to us? It seems the jade bracelet isn't there, and perhaps there really isn't such a pawnshop."

If he were really there, Yaozhen would have called back long ago.

An hour later, the deadline that Song Qingge had just mentioned arrived.

"Isn't there still ten minutes left?" Song Qingge let out a soft burp.

After eating eight pieces of cake, I finally felt a little full.

From as far back as she can remember, she has almost never been full.

She looked up at the refined lady in front of her, a typical beauty from Jiangnan, whose mannerisms and tone of voice were utterly elegant and gentle.

A few years ago, the most talked-about news was that Mr. Jiang's second son, who was nearly forty, finally got married.

He married the only daughter of a wealthy merchant from Jiangnan, who was refined and elegant, and proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

It should be Lin Jinhua.

Although the girl was only in her early twenties, Lin Jinhua was somewhat intimidated when she met her gaze.

Her cool, clear eyes remained as calm as a lake, yet they possessed an inexplicable, unwavering strength that drew people in without them even realizing it.

"I understand that Miss Song may not be happy in the Song family. After all, it is rumored in the circle of wealthy families that you grew up in the countryside and are not favored. You want to find your own value through the marriage with the Jiang family, so you made up this set of deceptive words."

Have you considered that this marriage is a humiliation for both you and for Xiaozhou? Why don't you reconsider?

She had known all along that it was impossible to find the jade bracelet based on just a few words from this little girl.

However, it's just a waste of 50,000 yuan. Although the Jiang family is now down on their luck, they are not so poor that they can't afford to give tens of thousands of yuan.

If this young girl hadn't been forced into marriage at this critical juncture, perhaps the Jiang family would have been able to accept her.

Keeping her alive now is tantamount to accepting the humiliation from the Song family.

Absolutely not.

Song Qingge glanced at the large clock on the wall and said calmly, "No rush, there are still five minutes."

"This..." Lin Jinhua wanted to say something more, but didn't speak again. She glanced at Song Qingge and shook her head.

The other members of the Jiang family couldn't stand it and wanted nothing more than to rush up and drive them away.

Even the maids looked at Song Qingge with disdain:

"She's just deliberately staying here, isn't she? All for a few pieces of cake?"

"What's the point of tricking my brother-in-law into making this trip? Just to fool us?"

"Of course, the Song family sent her here to humiliate the Jiang family."

"She spoke very logically; the young lady is quite good at making things up."

Countless questions rained down on Song Qingge, but she sat calmly, as if she hadn't heard them.

Jiang Zhou stared at it curiously.

He's quite composed.

Just then, the sound of brakes came from outside the door, and a moment later Jiang Yaozhen rushed in excitedly.

"Found it! The jade bracelet is back!"

The Jiang family was stunned, their jaws dropping as they stood frozen for three seconds.

They rushed in all at once.

Upon seeing the jade bracelet, they wept with joy and excitement... and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They huddled together, and even Uncle Li and the servants held hands, their faces filled with happiness.

Everyone was celebrating.

Apart from Song Qingge.

She sat quietly in place, watching the happy scene of the family.

Even though outsiders look down on them now, they still embrace each other tightly, each other's strongest support.

She used to have such support, but now she's all alone.

……

After instructing his uncle to take good care of the jade bracelet, Jiang Zhou remembered that there was someone else there.

The others tactfully left the living room.

Uncle Li, with his keen insight, instructed the servants to clean the bedroom.

The Jiang family is about to have a young mistress!

He was so happy he couldn't see his eyes.

He liked the Song family's little girl very much at first sight.

Jiang Zhou stepped forward, hands in his pockets, and coughed twice: "You won the bet, and I will keep my promise and fulfill the marriage agreement. Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

His gaze lingered on the girl's clear, cool eyes for a long time before shifting away.

This marriage arrangement didn't seem as difficult to accept as he had imagined.

Finding the jade bracelet is at least the only good thing that has happened to the Jiang family in the past three months since his car accident.

Perhaps, I could give it a try with her.

He turned his head away, his ears turning red with embarrassment, and started to leave.

"Wait a minute." Song Qingge stood up anxiously, "Actually, we don't need to get a marriage certificate."

Instantly, the air froze.

Jiang Zhou frowned: "What did you say? Song Qingge, are you kidding me?"

"What I mean is..." Song Qingge looked directly at him indifferently: "A contract marriage."