Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Song Xuanli's face turned ashen.

Song Xinya leisurely drank tea.

Song Xuanli's business wasn't doing very well, but he treated himself exceptionally well in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities, even drinking tea of ​​the highest quality, the kind served at state banquets.

The original Da Hong Pao tea tree grew on the cliff face of Jiulongke in Wuyishan, Fujian. There are only six ancient tea trees in the world, with an age of over 350 years. Harvesting has been permanently stopped since 2006, and it is now a key protected natural and cultural heritage site.

Song Xuanli obtained this tea, which is even more precious than diamonds, through special means and drank it himself.

In front of Song Xuanli was Da Hong Pao tea from the mother tree.

The tea given to Song Xinya was the common Da Hong Pao tea available on the market.

That scumbag dad is incredibly stingy.

Song Xinya smiled slightly, picked up the Mother Tree Da Hong Pao tea in front of Song Xuanli, and brewed herself a pot.

In front of Song Xuanli, a particularly large amount of tea leaves were used.

Song Xuanli's heart was bleeding, and his face looked as if he were constipated.

Song Xinya seemed oblivious to his constipated expression and casually made herself some tea.

The mother tree's Da Hong Pao tea has a bright orange-yellow liquor, a rich aroma, and a glossy appearance.

Song Xinya picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and found the flavor to be mellow, with a distinct rocky character, a sweet aftertaste, and a lingering fragrance on her cheeks.

It truly deserves to be called the king of teas.

Expensive food tastes better.

Song Xinya remained silent, sipping her tea one sip after another.

Song Xuanli, that stingy fellow, couldn't sit still any longer and said, "Stop drinking, let's talk about serious matters."

Song Xinya picked up her teacup and drank another cup.

Song Xuanli: "...You're just a traitor at heart."

Song Xinya: "It's better than you being all soft and spineless. Well, after all, you've been living off my mom since you were young, no wonder you're so weak."

Some men are like that: they can live off a woman, but they won't allow others to say that they live off a woman.

Being a kept man doesn't mean losing a man's dignity, but if others say he's a kept man, then he does lose his dignity.

Song Xuanli was very happy living off his wife, but whenever someone mentioned it, he felt that they were insulting him.

After finishing the meal and feeling full, the thought of dignity came back.

The fact that he rose to power through the connections of Song Xinya and Song Tingye's mother is a stain on his life, and he doesn't allow anyone to mention it.

He forbids others from mentioning it, so Song Xinya doesn't mention it either?

joke.

She insisted on bringing it up.

Song Xinya: "The original Da Hong Pao tea is indeed delicious. If I remember correctly, it was my mother who recommended this tea to you back then. After all, you were a poor boy who rose to power by living off women, what do you know about good tea?"

With a loud bang, Song Xuanli crushed the teacup in his hand.

The blue-and-white porcelain cup shattered into pieces, the exquisite porcelain turned into sharp fragments, and bright red blood stained the blue patterns. Song Xuanli's hand was cut.

Zhang Yingying shouted, "Daddy, you're bleeding!"

She glared at Song Xinya: "Why aren't you reacting at all?"

Song Xinya: "It's not me who's hurt, so why should I react?"

Zhang Yingying paused for three seconds without reacting.

She paused, then said loudly, "You made Dad so angry that he smashed the teacup, and you still think you did nothing wrong? How can you be so unfilial? You should feel ashamed of your behavior."

Song Xinya said calmly, "Hurry up and find a band-aid for your dad. If you wait even a second longer, the wound will have healed."

Zhang Yingying turned around to find a band-aid.

The moment she pulled open the drawer and took out the band-aid, she suddenly realized why she listened to Song Xinya so much.

The current Song Xinya is stunningly beautiful, with a powerful aura. Her every move exudes an untainted nobility, making her extremely imposing and intimidating.

Standing next to her makes people feel inferior to her, and they can't help but want to submit to her.

Zhang Yingying realized this, and a feeling of humiliation at being inferior to others washed over her, followed by jealousy.

She threw the band-aid in her hand back into the drawer with a thud.

Song Xuanli's voice came through: "Quickly bring me a band-aid and treat my wound."

Zhang Yingying picked up the band-aid again.

Li Cuirou disinfected Song Xuanli's wound with iodine, and Zhang Yingying applied a band-aid to Song Xuanli's wound.

Song Xuanli glanced at Song Xinya, who was leisurely sipping her tea: "We're both women, look how much more caring she is."

Song Xinya's fair fingers twirled gently as she slowly turned the blue-and-white teacup: "Of course they care about you. They eat your food and drink your water. If you die, where will they find another sucker like you to leech off? A fool like you, who would rather abandon his own children than be someone else's father, is a rare sight indeed."

Song Xuanli's hand was already bandaged, but in a fit of rage, he slammed his hand heavily on the table.

His wound reopened, and a stream of blood gushed out, staining the band-aid red.

Li Cuirou: "Xuanli, don't get angry, you're bleeding again."

Zhang Yingying: "It's all Song Xinya's fault."

She turned her head and glanced sideways at Song Xinya: "Hurry up and let that annoying Song Xinya leave."

Li Cuirou and Song Xuanli's expressions both changed. If Song Xinya left, how would they get back in touch with the Qin family?

Song Xinya placed her hands on the table: "Fine, I'm leaving."

Li Cuirou quickly grabbed her arm: "Xin Xin, don't go. You've come all this way, you have to finish dinner before you leave."

Song Xinya looked at Zhang Yingying: "Yingying doesn't like me and is trying to get rid of me."

Li Cuirou glared at Zhang Yingying fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense, shut up!"

Zhang Yingying looked at Song Xuanli: "Dad, look at Song Xinya."

Song Xuanli: "Your mother is right."

Zhang Yingying became withdrawn.

Li Cuirou and Song Xuanli, fearing that Song Xinya would leave, sat on either side of her.

Song Xinya: "I've had quite a bit of tea already, let's get straight to the point."

Song Xuanli: "The Qin family is preparing to build a world-class resort project in Shanghai and is putting it up for public tender. I submitted a tender to the Qin Group before, but I haven't heard back yet."

Song Xinya: "That means they felt you weren't qualified for their project and rejected you."

Song Xuanli: "How could I not know that Qin Yuhe rejected me? What I mean is..."

Song Xinya: "Let me plead for you in front of Qin Yuhe and give you special treatment so that he can approve your bid."

That's what Song Xuanli meant.

Li Cuirou: "What do you mean by 'back door'? We don't let the good stuff go to outsiders. We and the Qin family are all one family. There's no reason to give the project to someone else. Of course, family members get priority."

Song Xinya: "Who says you're family? You're a mistress who rose to power. You say you're family with the Qin family, but does the Qin family even acknowledge you?"

As if her underwear had been ripped off, Li Cuirou's face turned deathly pale: "Your father and I met after your mother passed away."

Song Xinya: "Some people's outward kindness is like a mask. Once it's removed, it's full of filth. Li Cuirou, every time I see your performance art of pretending to be a good person, it makes me feel disgusted."

"You think I don't know how my mother died?"