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

Boomerang!

Lose your face!

Bai Qiuyue glared at Song Qingge, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Bang bang bang!

The odorous gas continued to be released, scaring away all the onlookers.

Even Zhou Shun, who had been all smiles and fawning just moments before, hurriedly made up an excuse and ran away.

Song Qiaoqiao wanted to pretend she didn't know her, but this was her mother, so she could only hold her breath and ask with a hint of disdain, "Mom, what did you eat before you came?"

"I didn't," Bai Qiuya said, puzzled.

Why would I suddenly fart?

It was another loud fart, more than a dozen in a row.

She had never been so humiliated!

Song Qingge couldn't help but smile slightly.

She created this venting talisman because she had previously suffered from severe stomach upset due to hunger in the countryside, and sometimes she would experience severe bloating after eating only a little bit of food.

I felt so bad, and I didn't have the money to go to the hospital for medicine, so I could only create my own talisman to relieve the pain.

It gets much better after each time I finish arranging.

Unexpectedly, Bai Qiuya had accumulated quite a lot of gas in her body.

Jiang Zhou's cold eyes flickered slightly.

My gaze shifted from the girl's withdrawn fingers to her smiling face.

Could it be that she did it?

He smiled slightly.

It doesn't seem too surprising; it's something she's capable of doing.

He shook his head gently, unaware that a faint light had ignited in his eyes, which had been frozen in ice.

clap clap.

Jiang Yueming laughed and clapped her hands, unable to stop.

As more and more people started making fun of her, Bai Qiuya couldn't bear the embarrassment and quickly pulled her daughter away.

The people who had blocked their way left, and they continued towards the main banquet hall, where the bright white lights were blinding.

From afar, one could see Jiang Yang with his head wrapped in gauze, being blocked outside the gate by He Yuanchuan, the young master of the He family, and a group of people.

A defiant voice echoed through the night: "Jiang Yang, aren't you going too far?"

Bullying someone?

Jiang Yueming rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward to protect her nephew: "He Yuanchuan, a whole row of you are blocking my nephew. Who's bullying whom?"

The other members of the Jiang family rushed over worriedly and surrounded Jiang Yang with concern.

Upon seeing the wound on his head, Jiang Zhou frowned, his sharp, icy gaze piercing He Yuanchuan.

The latter shuddered and instinctively shrank back.

On second thought, the He family is now the biggest in Jiangcheng, what are they afraid of?

He straightened his back again.

But his disordered breathing and evasive eyes betrayed his panic.

He coughed twice and puffed out his chest: "I'm talking about Jiang Yang bullying girls! He's a habitual thief at school, only stealing from female classmates. The Jiang family raised such a pervert, they must all be no good. No wonder my brother is pinning him to the ground now."

The guests, who were there to join in the fun, noticed a change in Jiang Yang's expression upon hearing this.

The wealthy men with daughters all protected their daughters and kept them away from Jiang Yang.

"Stop making baseless accusations! My nephew would never do such a thing." Jiang Yueming protected Jiang Yang and turned to ask, "Jiang Yang, say something!"

She turned around and saw Jiang Yang with his head down.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

Lowering her voice: "No way, you really..."

"No, that won't happen." Jiang Zhou interrupted her aunt in time, her tone gentle: "Xiao Yang, you didn't do it, right?"

Jiang Yang suddenly raised her head, her eyes glistening with bright tears.

It's been half a month, and not a single person believes him.

Even the surveillance cameras only captured him.

It was as if he had seen a ghost; even he himself almost doubted whether he had stolen it while sleepwalking.

With so many things going on at home, he didn't want to cause any more trouble for his third brother, so he kept quiet about it.

"I didn't," Jiang Yang said, his voice trembling.

"Okay, I believe you," Jiang Zhou said in a deep voice.

His tone was flat, yet it inexplicably made people feel at ease.

Song Qingge gazed at the man quietly.

Those eyes that looked at her so coldly could also gaze at someone with such tenderness.

At least when it comes to his family, he is fully supportive and treats them with sincerity.

But she...

Her family members who truly loved her have all left.

"Of course you'll believe us, since we're all on the same side." He Yuanchuan sneered, raising his chin and pulling the innocent-looking girl with a face full of collagen next to him: "Jiang Yang, I won't let this go unpunished for bullying Wen Nian. If you don't apologize tonight, none of you will leave here!"

Jiang Yang's gaze lingered on the girl's reddened and helpless eyes, stirring a ripple of emotion within him.

He muttered to himself, "How could I possibly bully her?" She's the one he likes...

Song Qingge noticed Jiang Yang's dejection, and only then did she notice the inconspicuous girl who had been standing next to He Yuanchuan.

Oval face, fair skin, high ponytail—the quintessential campus sweetheart look.

The parents' palace is sunken, and there is a mole between the noses, indicating a lack of good karma. It suggests that the person has done many bad things, which has damaged their fortune. Furthermore, the change in their fate is related to Jiang Yang.

Song Qingge narrowed her eyes without changing her expression.

I checked it again carefully.

That's right. It seems that the mastermind behind tonight's events is not Young Master He, but this unassuming girl.

She is inextricably linked to Jiang Yang's recent misfortunes.

The Song mother and daughter, who had just finished relieving themselves in the toilet, returned to the main hall and witnessed this scene.

Bai Qiuyue glared at him and raised an eyebrow: "Qiaoqiao, go tell Yuanchen that the Jiang family is causing trouble at the gate and bullying his younger brother."

Once the He family arrives and drives the Jiang family out, Song Qingge and the Jiang family will become the laughing stock of the entire Jiangcheng tomorrow.

Jiang Yang's bullying and stealing of female classmates will become common knowledge, and the Jiang family's reputation will be completely ruined.

Now that we've mentioned tonight's birthday party, who will remember the embarrassment she just made?

Song Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up: "I'll go right now!" She was happiest when Song Qingge was in trouble.

He Yuanchuan grew impatient and waved his hand, saying, "Since you're not going to apologize, don't blame me for being impolite!" He picked up a golf club from the side and swung it at Jiang Yang.

However, as soon as he started swinging, he couldn't move.

Jiang Zhou gripped the other side and tightened his grip slightly.

Remove the cue stick.

He Yuanchuan lost his support.

Inclined forward due to inertia.

Limbs fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhou took two steps forward, bent down, grabbed He Yuanchuan's arm, and twisted it.

"Ah! You fucking let go of me, Jiang Zhou! If you dare touch me, my brother and the He family will not let you get away with this!"

"Is that so?" Jiang Zhou's dark face was sinister and terrifying, like a vengeful ghost, and his voice was deep and eerie: "I'll be waiting."

Seeing that things were about to spiral out of control, Jiang Yang grabbed Jiang Zhou: "Third Brother, forget it, I'm fine anyway." He didn't want to cause trouble for his third brother.

Given the current situation of the Jiang family, if they are truly targeted by the He family, it will be a dead end.

A hint of emotion flickered in Song Qingge's usually indifferent eyes.

In the past, the villagers bullied my grandmother, saying that she was an old hag who brought bad luck to her granddaughter and polluted the air in the village.

At that time, she slapped the man in the mouth, but her grandmother stopped her.

That's why I'm worried she'll be retaliated against.

Isn't Jiang Yang the same now?

Since I promised Jiang Zhou I would help the Jiang family change their luck, I can't miss this opportunity.

With a flick of her finger, a ray of golden light silently entered the space between the eyebrows of her female classmate, Wen Nian…