Chapter 774 - I’m Here For My Wife (3)
The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
To An Xiaxia, Song Shi was still in the âpervertâ category. She hid behind Sheng Yize as soon as she saw his face.
Song Shi rubbed his nose. âWeâre in the same boat here.â
âWhat boat is that?â Sheng Yize gave him the cold shoulder.
âHohoho...â Song Shi chuckled awkwardly, changing the subject. âThat was very sly of Chu Zhiyun. I wonder how she did it. I didnât think Mr. Song would have granted her her wish...â
Neither Sheng Yize nor An Xiaxia responded. Song Shi said in resignation, âFine, I see youâre not interested. But what about that party sheâs throwing? Youâll care about that, wonât you?â
âWhat party? To celebrate her husbandâs immediate death after they got married?â An Xiaxia was relentless on this subject.
âMy dear sister, I see youâve got a temper.â Song Shi raised an eyebrow. âSheâs going to hold a banquet in the Song family home to entertain her friends in showbiz. Itâs probably... just to show off. Her life hasnât been all plain sailing. She was ostracized and her career only took off when she was in her late 30s. The award only came to her a couple of years ago. As a matter of fact, to most people in showbiz, sheâs neither popular nor reputable.â
âWhatever. Party however she wants. Iâm not going to waste my time on her.â An Xiaxia pouted.
Song Shi was dazed for a moment. âBut... Auntie was the only madam of the Song family house before this and in a sense, itâs her territory. Are you going to let this happen?â
By auntie, he meant An Xiaxiaâs biological mother.
An Xiaxia gritted her teeth. âWhen is that banquet?â
âThis Sunday.â
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That Sunday, a limousine stopped outside the Song family home.
âAre you sure youâre going in alone?â Sheng Yize was concerned.
âDidnât you say you still have emails to reply to?â An Xiaxia smiled at him. âJust stay in the car and do your work. Iâll call you if something comes up.â
Sheng Yize frowned, still hesitating.
An Xiaxia kissed him on the mouth, which finally softened him.
âIf you walk in and find me cursing loudly like a shrew... will that traumatize you?â An Xiaxia teased him.
Sheng Yize smiled. âIâll wait for your good news.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
An Xiaxia rearranged her hair, lifted the lower hem of her dress off the ground, and entered the villa.
Soft classical music filled the hall and the place bustled with beautiful people. An Xiaxia spotted quite a few familiar faces often seen on the big screen. In the midst of the crowd stood Chu Zhiyun, who seemed to have reached some emotional part in her conversation and was even dabbing the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
Her and her acting...
Seeing her walk in, Song Qingwan glared at her in an arrogant manner. âWhatâre you doing in my house?â
Heh, her house, really?
An Xiaxia smiled without saying a word, which nearly drove Song Qingwan out of control. Chu Zhiyun frowned when she noticed An Xiaxia. She excused herself from the crowd and hurried toward her.
âXiaxia, youâre back.â Chu Zhiyunâs smile was perfect â neither too warm, nor too detached.
âOld Hag Chu, I see youâre in a great mood. Mr. Song was only just buried and youâre already throwing a party. Do you think thatâs appropriate?â An Xiaxia looked around. âPlus, Mr. Songâs ashes were here overnight... I wonder what that means for all your fortunes...â
Showbiz people were quite particular about taboos like this and quite a few people began to throw dirty looks at Chu Zhiyun.
Chu Zhiyun was rendered speechless for a second. Just then, a servant hurried over and reported in a low voice, âMadam, the paintings in the masterâs room have already been thrown away.â
Paintings... An Xiaxiaâs eyes widened and she grabbed the servant. âWhere did you throw them?â