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

Song Qingge, who had just hung up the phone, looked up.

His eyes looked like they were covered in super glue.

It's stuck to the muscular chest and abdominal muscles.

Water droplets slid down the taut contours, flowing over the center of the pectoral muscles and past the lines of the eight-pack abs.

Finally, it dripped onto the area covered by the white bath towel.

She swallowed hard.

Tears streamed from the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Zhou stopped in his tracks, only then realizing that he wasn't in his own room, and instinctively came out wrapped in a bath towel.

He moved his left foot, intending to turn around and go back to put on his shirt.

Upon encountering the girl's intense gaze, he put his feet down, closed the bathroom door, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Continuing to dry her hair, she asked, "Is there something on me?"

He smiled, pretending not to understand anything.

His eagle eyes were filled with an innocent expression.

Song Qingge abruptly turned her head away, fanning herself with her hands: "Uh, no, I didn't dry myself off."

She looked down and casually handed over two tissues.

"Here, wipe it off, you'll catch a cold."

Good heavens!

What on earth is she saying?!

"Oh?" Jiang Zhou looked down, pretending not to see, and casually ran his hand over his body a few times: "Is it wet? It's not wet."

His dark eyes were fixed on the girl's slowly pinkening cheeks.

Thin lips turned up.

Song Qingge took a big step in front of the man and grabbed a tissue to wipe the water droplets off her abs.

In a serious tone: "Here, look, it's still wet. You're welcome."

After wiping it, I solemnly threw it into the trash can.

The machine turned and walked away.

Suddenly, I was pulled back.

She stumbled and fell onto the hard pectoral muscles.

He instinctively reached for something to hold onto, but ended up grabbing his abs.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it in.

Oh my god!

I can feel his abs!

Pinch it twice.

It feels great to use! (✧◡✧)

Lust? It's human nature.

"Does it feel nice?"

The man's low, husky, and sweet voice seemed to electrify her entire body.

She shuddered, her toes gripping the ground tightly.

"It feels nice."

There's no way around it; mystics don't like to lie.

She is very honest.

The man chuckled, grabbed the girl's hand, and moved it to her abs, teasing her further: "Which one feels better to touch, this one or the last one?"

How do I choose?

They're all rock hard, and they feel amazing!

Jiang Zhou couldn't stop smiling as he watched the girl making her choice.

Her eyebrows and eyes curved upwards.

His eagle eyes softened with warmth.

Realizing the man was teasing her, Song Qingge immediately pulled her hand away and stepped back half a meter, stretching out her arms.

"Rejection, rejection, rejection! Adults don't make choices, I want it all... Ugh! I don't want it all!"

She walked briskly to the bathroom in her slippers, then turned back at the door and rummaged through her spatial talisman to find a nightgown.

I rushed to the bathroom.

close the door.

The series of movements were fluid and seamless.

Not leaving even the slightest opening for a conversation.

Jiang Zhou smiled and looked away, the corners of her mouth curving upwards and refusing to fall.

He sat on the sofa and, as was his habit, checked his phone before bed to process some important work information.

After swiping around for a while, my fingers clicked on [Jiang Yang]'s chat box on their own.

reply:

[What group? Who's in?]

The moment the message was sent, a woman's voice rang in my ears: "Check your gift carefully."

The phone in front of me suddenly disappeared.

The image is distorted.

The scene changes from the bedroom to the front gate of a villa.

A couple in their thirties were holding hands with a little girl wearing a princess dress and with braided pigtails.

The little girl in the princess dress laughed loudly, "This is my dad, he doesn't want you anymore! You'd better leave my house!"

Jiang Zhou frowned in confusion.

Her gaze fell on the man's face, and she instantly understood everything.

This is the young Song Chengming. The woman next to him is his current wife, Bai Qiuya, and the little girl in the princess dress should be Song Qiaoqiao.

The little girl opposite him, dressed in faded white clothes, was the same Song Qingge he had seen in the illusion last time.

"Was it you who led me into the illusion last time?"

The girl with the beauty mark by the tear echoed in his ear: "Well, consider this my thank-you gift to you."

After drifting around for so long, she's gained some skills.

Let's use our last skill on that pretty lady.

I hope that my sister and brother will eventually become a couple.

After completing everything, her lingering thoughts completely dissipated.

Jiang Zhou stared at the scene before him.

Bai Qiuyue pinched her nose in disgust, her tone harsh: "You choose. This family is either me or her, it's either me or her."

"Daddy, Daddy, I don't want her to come to our house!" Little Song Qiaoqiao tugged at Song Chengming's clothes and shook him coquettishly.

Song Chengming hesitated.

He probed, "We just finished moving out of her mother's funeral today, how about letting her stay for a few days?" He glanced at the woman's eyes.

Bai Qiuya picked up Song Qiaoqiao and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute! I'll do whatever you say! Honey, I'll do whatever you say!" Song Chengming quickly pulled her back and coaxed her gently.

Xiao Song Qingge watched the family reunion with her dark eyes wide open.

Like an observer.

Not long ago, her father and mother held her like this.

The family of three is very happy.

How did everything change overnight?

She didn't like this aunt.

The little girl's long eyelashes drooped down, casting shadows on her eyelids like fans.

It flickered.

His clear eyes were filled with disappointment.

Jiang Zhou stared intently, his brows furrowed.

Not long after, a black sedan pulled up in front of the door, and Song Chengming loaded all of Xiao Song Qingge's luggage into it.

It's actually just a small bag.

In addition, a small cake the size of a fist.

Song Chengming picked up little Song Qingge and put her in the car, then stuffed the cake into his daughter's arms.

With a kind and gentle voice, he instructed like a good father: "Go visit your grandma in the countryside for a few days, and Dad will come to see you again, okay? Be a good boy and wait for Dad there."

The cake read, "Happy Birthday, Baby."

Little Song Qingge's small, frostbitten hands tightly clutched the small cake, her clean eyes glistening with tears.

He shook his head frantically.

But she didn't dare to grab her father's clothes.

A baby's voice, still slightly whimsical: "I want to be with Daddy~"

Song Chengming sternly reprimanded, "Daddy still has a lot of work to do! Look how good Qiaoqiao is, you're not allowed to cry!"

Perhaps she was frightened, because Xiao Song Qingge didn't cry anymore until the car door closed.

She just looked up at her father with red eyes.

She clutched tightly the last gift her father had given her.

The scene before his eyes distorted again, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhou found himself in a dilapidated little house.

The corner of the wall was covered with moss.

Beside the fireplace, the old man she had seen in the illusion last time couldn't help but wipe away his tears.

She tried to persuade her, "Xiaoge, the cake is all gone. Grandma will buy you a new one later, okay?"

The little girl didn't say anything, she just shook her head.

Hug the cake tightly.

The word "Baby" on the small cake, about the size of a fist, was already blurred.

The cream had completely melted and was unrecognizable.

It's no longer recognizable as a cake.

The little girl, however, held him like a treasure, refusing to let go.

……

creak.

Jiang Zhou suddenly came to his senses.

As he looked up, he met the bewildered gaze of a girl coming out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qingge was startled.

This was the first time she had ever seen Jiang Zhou shed tears.

"Has something happened at home?"

Song Qingge's tone became tense.

The only thing she could think of that would make Jiang Zhou anxious and tearful was something happening to the Jiang family.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhou simply turned her head away and said softly, "It's nothing," before going to the balcony to make a phone call.

Song Qingge didn't ask any further questions.

If he has something he can't solve, he'll naturally come to her for help.

She quickly put the matter out of her mind, snuggled into bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire Jiang family in Jiangcheng was gathered in the living room at that moment.

Blasted!

"Someone must have told Xiaozhou, otherwise why would he have joined the group?"

Uncle Li, still half asleep, silently raised his hand: "The young master suddenly called me in the middle of the night and asked me to add him to the group. I had no choice..." When the master asks him to do something, can he resist?

Lin Jinhua understood perfectly: "Someone must have told him you were in the group before he asked you to add him."

She focused on her guilty son who wanted to run away.

She strode over and grabbed her son by the collar of his pajamas: "It's you, Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang glanced at the watchful, intense gazes of his family members and chuckled, "Would you believe me if I said no?"

"I don't believe it."

The whole family was all together, without prior arrangement.

Jiang Yang deflated: "Then why ask?"

He complained, feeling wronged: "You should have known I would tell on you when you kicked me out. You should have just kept me in the group earlier."

"Hehe." Jiang Yueming put her hands on her hips: "Won't you let something slip if you stay in the group chat?"

Jiang Yang paused.

He chuckled, "Haha, that seems true."

He knows himself very well, and often blurts out everything with just a few words.

It's understandable that people don't invite him to the group, right?

"What do we do now?" Jiang Yaozhen, the younger uncle, was unusually anxious.

Ever since Qingge helped him find his family heirloom jade bracelet, he has grown very fond of his niece-in-law.

Moreover, Mom said that Qingge is their family's lucky star, and everything in the Jiang family has been getting better since she came.

He genuinely wanted Qingge to stay at home and truly become part of their family.

This girl is quite pitiful; her mother died early, and her father remarried and abandoned her.

Ugh……

Jiang Yueming yawned and said relaxedly, "So what if Xiao Zhou found out? He doesn't like being forced to do things anyway. Since he found out, let's just disband the party."

She always felt that Song Qingge and Xiao Zhou were not a good match.

It was an arranged marriage devoid of affection to begin with. Isn't the tragic precedent of Uncle Tang and Xie Yun enough?

If my third nephew doesn't like it, they shouldn't force him.

"You're prejudiced against Qingge," Lin Jinhua disagreed.

Xiao Zhou's delight was evident in her eyes.

"There's no prejudice here. I'm just supporting the younger generation's freedom to choose their own marriage partners."

The two held opposing views, and just as the whole family was arguing, a group message popped up:

[One Leaf Boat: Next Monday is Qingge's birthday, and I'm planning to celebrate it with her. What are your thoughts?]

The living room was muted.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zhou added:

[That day was also the anniversary of Qingge's mother's death; everyone must remember to be careful with their words and actions!]

Lin Jinhua, who had just excitedly started typing to offer her suggestion, froze.

The living room fell silent once again.

Grandma Jiang's eyes reddened, and she could hardly breathe just looking at those words.

I wonder how this child managed to get through those ten-plus years.

She made the decision:

[Reborn at Eighteen: The Old Lady of the Jiang Family: We must give Xiaoge a grand birthday celebration. I believe Xiaoge's mother in heaven would want her to be happy on this day.]

Everyone responded in agreement, and the group chat instantly became lively.

Everyone chimed in with their suggestions.

The next day, they packed their things and returned to Jiangcheng. Before they even arrived, Song Qingge received a call from Song Chengming.

"Get back here right now!"