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Yes, it was very eye-catching. She was definitely going to get into Qingbei!
As Guan Rong thought about it, she sized up Song Yao. Her results were not bad, she was good-looking, polite, and could work. She could be said to be the best candidate for the perfect daughter-in-law in her eyes.
Unfortunately, she was divorced and had a child with her..
âWhy did you divorce your ex-husband?â Guan Rong suddenly asked Song Yao.
âEnough! I didnât bring Song Yao back to make the both of you question her!â Zuo Huo frowned, his tone very displeased.
Even Zuo Jieâs expression was ugly. âThatâs enough! Donât scare the child!â
Guan Rong glared at Zuo Jie. âWhat do you know!â
She continued to ask Song Yao, âAre you taking care of your ex-husbandâs child alone, or are you raising it with your ex-husband?â
Song Yao grabbed Zuo Huoâs hand and said calmly, âIâm the one raising him alone!â
Guan Rong then looked at Song Yao.
If that was the case, Song Yao could be considered an independent woman.
She said, âThen why did you get a divorce?â
Song Yao was silent for a while. She recounted how Yu Yong had carried the child she had painstakingly given birth to to his infertile comrade in order to repay his kindness.
âIf thatâs the case, your ex-husband is really a jerk!â Guan Rongâs tone was very angry. She didnât expect Song Yao to have such a tragic experience.
A country bumpkin could actually take the initiative to propose a divorce in the face of her husbandâs unreasonable treatment. Guan Rong admired Song Yao from the bottom of her heart!
âWhat happened after that? You started doing business with your family? Your parents agreed too?â Guan Rong asked again.
Song Yao said, âIâm very grateful that my parents agreed to let me go out to do business. My mother even helped me take care of my child at home without complaint. It can be said that if Iâm satisfied with their support, Iâm afraid I canât stand here and talk to you!â
Song Yaoâs tone was so sincere that Guan Rong couldnât help but feel touched.
âChild, youâre really good. If you donât become my daughter-in-law, Iâll definitely love you like my own daughter! Itâs just thatâ¦â
âHuh? What is this?â Zuo Jie shouted in surprise.
Guan Rong looked in the direction of the voice. It turned out that the gift Song Yao had bought had fallen to the ground, revealing a few peacock feathers.
Guan Rong frowned and squatted down to pick it up. âWhat did you
Song Yao said, âAuntie, I donât know what to buy for you on our first meeting. This is a dance dress with pure peacock feathers. I hope you donât mindâ¦â
Before Song Yao could finish speaking, Guan Rong had already opened the gift box and taken out the dress to take a look.
Although the style of the dress was no different from other dresses, the skirt was embroidered with peacock feathers.
At first glance, the feather looked ordinary black, but it emitted a dazzling light under the sunlight!
Guan Rong held the dress and looked at it for a long time.
Putting everything else aside, although Song Yao was a country bumpkin, her taste in picking dresses was really good!
One had to know that this dress was an Italian handmade limited edition. It easily cost more than a thousand yuan. She was about to buy it when Song Yao sent it over!
Guan Rong smiled smugly. She was even more satisfied with Song Yao!
She grabbed Song Yaoâs hand and said, âYou really know how to pick clothes. This is my favorite dress!â
Guan Rong held Song Yaoâs hand excitedly. Although Song Yao was a little dumbfounded, she still smiled and said, âAuntie, as long as you like it.â
âYouâre too sensible! You havenât eaten yet, right? Come and eat something!â After Guan Rong finished speaking, she hurriedly asked Song Yao to sit down and specially scooped a large bowl of rice for Song Yao.
âEat more!â After she finished speaking, she saw Zuo Jie and his son staring at her in surprise. She said impatiently, âWhat are you waiting for? Arenât you going to eat?â
Only then did Zuo Jie dare to sit beside Guan Rong. âIf the leader doesnât say anything, how would I dare to sit?â
Guan Rong rebuked, âStop it! Leader? Which leader is as easy to talk to as me? No one, right?â
Zuo Jie shook his head, not daring to make a sound.
Guan Rong sat down and picked up a piece of pork rib for Song Yao. âEat more.â
Song Yao was a little flattered. âAhem, I can do it myself. Thank you, Auntie.â
Guan Rong smiled. No matter how she looked at Song Yao, she felt satisfied.
It was just that she could not accept the fact that she had a child after her first marriage..