The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

"The Song family?"

Shen Xingzhou turned to look at Uncle Liu, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"That Song family from Suzhou? What are they doing here? Taking advantage of our misfortune? Our Shen family doesn't deal in musical instruments!"

Shen Zhengting's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"The Song family has always been aloof and never interferes in worldly business battles. Their arrival in Jiangcheng at this time is no coincidence."

Shen Nianqing put down her chopsticks and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

"The Song family of Suzhou is the foremost family in the Chinese classical music scene."

"They monopolize 70% of the top-tier musical instrument trade in the country, and their students and former associates are spread throughout the political and business circles. If we really talk about their background and connections, even the Wang and Lin families in Beijing combined might not dare to be arrogant in front of the Song family."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over everyone at the table.

"But our Shen family has absolutely no connection with them."

Su Qingluan, who was sitting next to her, paused slightly in the hand holding the warm water cup.

"The Song family?"

Fragments of memories from the outer gate files of Tianyin Pavilion flashed through my mind.

Sixty years ago, the previous pavilion master seemed to have mentioned that a mortal girl listened to the sound of a zither in the snow for half a month.

It seems that his surname is Song.

"Let's go out and take a look."

Shen Nianqing stood up and pulled out a chair.

"No matter what the Song family is here for, the Shen family has no rule of refusing guests."

Shen Xingzhou gritted his teeth and grabbed the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair.

"Let's go! I want to see which kind of deity dares to come and trample on the Shen family today!"

Outside the gate of the Shen family villa.

The wrought iron gate was wide open, and a row of identical black Maybachs were parked in the driveway outside.

The car doors were all open.

Twelve core members of the Song family, dressed in formal attire, stood in two rows.

No one whispered to each other, and no one dared to look around.

Song Changlin, the renowned symphony conductor, stood like a freshman in military training.

Song Qingping, a tenured professor at the Central Conservatory of Music, trembled as she walked on the asphalt in her high heels.

The front.

Song Changfeng was dressed in a pure black suit, holding a gold-embossed name card in both hands.

Beside him, the butler, Uncle Fu, was helping Zhou Xiuqing, who was leaning on a sandalwood cane.

Footsteps came from inside the door.

Shen Nianqing walked at the front, with Shen Zhengting and Shen Xingzhou on either side.

Su Qingluan crossed her arms and followed behind at a leisurely pace.

The two groups met face to face.

The moment Shen Xingzhou saw who it was, his eyes trembled slightly.

He knew Song Changfeng.

At last year's international business forum, the current head of the Song family sat in the front row. Even when the second-in-command of a certain province toasted him, he only nodded slightly.

But now.

When Song Changfeng saw Shen Nianqing come out, he immediately took two steps forward.

Bend your waist downwards.

A standard 90-degree bow.

"Song Changfeng of Suzhou, along with the entire Song family, pays his respects to Miss Shen."

His voice was loud and clear, filled with utmost respect.

Shen Xingzhou's mind went blank.

This is Song Changfeng!

He bent over?

He bowed to his sister?

Shen Nianqing's expression remained unchanged.

She didn't accept the invitation card, but simply looked calmly at Song Changfeng.

"Mr. Song, you're too kind. The Shen and Song families have never had any dealings before. May I ask what brings you here today?"

Song Changfeng remained bowed, not daring to straighten up or reply.

Because the old lady hasn't spoken yet.

Zhou Xiuqing pushed away Uncle Fu's hand.

He took a step forward, leaning on his cane.

His gaze swept across the crowd and locked onto Su Qingluan, who was walking at the very back.

The white casual clothes concealed the Tianyin Pavilion's emblem.

But that face, that aloof and solitary aura, were exactly the same as the woman in red in the video.

Zhou Xiuqing trembled all over, and her eyes instantly reddened.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Su Qingluan was slightly puzzled by the old woman's stare.

That look in his eyes... it's like a stray dog ​​that's been starving for three days seeing a bone.

It exudes a sense of fervor and grievance.

rear.

In the ranks of the younger generation of the Song family.

Tang Xiaoxiao tugged at Song Yun's sleeve, trying her best to lower her voice, but the excitement in her tone was impossible to hide.

"Yunyun! Look! That's Shen Nianqing! My goodness, that aura! No wonder Brother Chen is so devoted to her!"

Song Yun quickly covered her mouth, cold sweat pouring down her back.

"Shut up! You want to die?"

Tang Xiaoxiao pried her hands away and stared at Su Qingluan with shining eyes.

"And that one! Su Qingluan! She's wearing white today! So cool! I finally saw her in person!"

"Say one more word and I'll throw you out!"

Song Yun pinched her in a panic.

The atmosphere in front of the gate was extremely eerie.

Seeing that the old lady of the Song family was in a bad mood, Shen Zhengting stepped forward and gestured with his hand.

"Madam Song, the morning dew is heavy. If you don't mind, please come inside for tea."

Zhou Xiuqing then suddenly came to her senses.

I took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in my heart.

"I apologize for troubling you, Mr. Shen."

The living room of the Shen family.

Shen Nianqing took her seat on the main sofa.

Su Qingluan sat beside her, holding a cup of Longjing tea that Uncle Liu had just brewed.

The Song family members lined up on both sides.

The scene was extremely comical.

These big shots, Song Changfeng and Song Changlin, who usually wield great influence outside, were now sitting on the leather sofa, only daring to sit on about a third of their buttocks.

He stood up straight with his hands on his knees.

When Uncle Liu brought the tea over, Song Changlin accepted the cup with both hands and repeatedly said thank you.

Shen Xingzhou stood behind the single sofa, feeling like the world had gone mad.

The power struggle between the Wang and Lin families continues, while the Song family comes to his living room to act like subservient grandchildren.

The plot jumps too far; his CPU is about to overheat.

"Madam Song."

Shen Nianqing picked up the teacup and gently adjusted the lid.

"The Shen family is currently facing some business troubles, so please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality. May I ask the purpose of the Song family's visit?"

Zhou Xiuqing held a teacup in her hand, but didn't drink a drop.

His gaze never left Su Qingluan.

She turned her head only after hearing Shen Nianqing's words.

"Miss Shen, you flatter me."

Zhou Xiuqing put down her teacup and clasped her hands together in front of her.

"If the Shen family encounters any trouble, the Song family is willing to dedicate the entire clan's resources to clear any obstacles for Miss Shen."

These words were spoken.

Shen Xingzhou's hand trembled, and he almost knocked over the floor lamp next to him.

To mobilize the entire clan's resources?

Clear the obstacles?

In the eyes of the Song family, the Wang and Lin families of the capital were indeed not insurmountable mountains.

But on what basis?

What merit or ability does the Shen family possess to warrant such a massive investment from the Song family?

Shen Nianqing's eyes narrowed slightly.

Instead of taking advantage of the situation, he keenly perceived the subtext in Zhou Xiuqing's words.

The Song family wasn't targeting the Shen family.

Shen Nianqing turned her head and glanced at Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan continued drinking her tea, without even lifting her eyelids.

"Madam Song."

Shen Nianqing spoke in a flat tone.

"We cannot accept undeserved rewards. The Shen family appreciates the Song family's kindness. Please feel free to speak your mind."

Zhou Xiuqing took a deep breath.

Stand up.

Everyone in the Song family, including Song Changfeng, stood up instantly.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became tense.

Zhou Xiuqing ignored her sons and walked to the front of the coffee table, leaning on her cane.

Looking at Shen Nianqing, then at Su Qingluan.

His voice trembled, carrying a hint of extremely humble pleading.

"Miss Shen."

"Last night, I saw a video online."

"I heard... Mr. Chen sent a fourth betrothal gift."

Zhou Xiuqing swallowed hard, her eyes almost burning with desire.

"I humbly request Miss Shen... that I may have a look at that ancient zither?"