At the Song Family mansion.
In the stairwell.
Bang!
"Ouch...!"
Su Bailian was pinned against the wall by Song Zihan.
The latter's eyes were fierce as she threatened venomously, "You little tramp, let me tell you something!"
"I don't know how you've bewitched my brother and my father!"
"But! If you want to have an easy life in this Song Family, then drop those little schemes of yours!"
"The future assets of the Song Family belong to my brother and me! Do you understand?!"
Song Zihan was about to explode with anger.
First, she had been humiliated by that poisonous woman Su Muwan.
Then her older brother brought home a new sister to share the family fortune.
Especially since this new sister didn't seem to be as weak and fragile as she appeared on the surface.
Although the other party hadn't shown it, but!
Setting aside whether it was her true nature or not.
How could anyone accept suddenly having to share family assets and affection with some little upstart who appeared out of nowhere?
Could anyone stand for this?!
Su Bailian was holding a bowl of freshly stewed chicken soup.
She blinked innocently: "Sister Zihan, I understand everything you're saying."
"But Brother Ming is injured and lying in his room, could you let me take this hot soup to him first?"
After a day's time.
Su Bailian had used her social skills to get acquainted with everyone in the Song Family.
But only Song Zihan seemed to despise her.
Tch, you little tramp, you dare push me? Fine, just you wait!
At these words.
Song Zihan's eyes darkened. What?
You want to deliver soup?!
If you deliver it, what am I supposed to deliver?!
Thinking this, Song Zihan reached out her hand and barked: "Give it here! I'll deliver it!"
Seeing this, Su Bailian said worriedly: "Sister Zihan, this soup is quite hot, maybe we should..."
"Shut up!"
Song Zihan interrupted irritably, then suddenly snatched it from Su Bailian's hands.
And Su Bailian timed it perfectly to let go.
Splash!!
In an instant, the soup spilled all over Song Zihan.
Su Bailian, with an innocent expression, shrugged: "Sister Zihan, since you wanted to deliver it, here you go~"
!!!
At these words.
Song Zihan's face turned ashen with rage, the hot soup making her skin turn red.
She glared viciously at Su Bailian, tramp tramp!!
The fury in her heart was about to erupt.
Su Bailian's pitiful appearance made her even more furious.
"You tramp, what do you mean by this!"
Song Zihan demanded through gritted teeth, her voice full of anger.
Su Bailian blinked her eyes, a hint of grievance flashing through them: "Sister Zihan, I really didn't mean to."
"I was just worried the soup was too hot and might scald you, that's why I said that."
"I didn't expect you to grab it so forcefully, I... I couldn't help it."
However, this pitiful attitude only fueled Song Zihan's anger more.
As the daughter of an underworld boss, she had seen all kinds of people, how could she not see through the other's deliberate act?!
Thinking this!
She raised her hand in rage, shouting: "You tramp!"
Just as!
She was about to deliver a slap.
Something happened that left her stunned.
Only to see.
Slap!
Su Bailian! Actually!
Slapped herself across the face!
In an instant!
A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Su Bailian's mouth!
Thud!
Su Bailian fell to the ground, holding her face, looking at the bewildered Song Zihan with a grieved expression, sobbing: "Wuwuwu.... Sister Zihan... why did you hit Lian Lian..."
"Lian Lian just wanted to bring Brother Ming some chicken soup..."
"Because he got seriously injured yesterday after offending Miss Su..."
"But.. but you.. wuwuwu..."
?!
Song Zihan watched this self-directed performance, her expression twitching with rage. Just as she was about to speak.
The next second.
A roar filled with anger, shock, rage, horror, and disbelief rang out: "Song Zihan!! What exactly are you doing!!"
Boom!
As the angry shout came, Song Zihan's face suddenly changed. She looked up.
Only to see...
Song Ming and her father Song He walking down with grim expressions.
"Brother!"
"Dad, it's not what you think! She fell by herself!"
"It's not what you think it is!"
Song Zihan quickly moved away from the crying Su Bailian, explaining in panic.
However.
Song Ming quickly walked over to Su Bailian's side. He looked at Su Bailian's grieved expression, her swollen cheek, and the spilled chicken soup on the floor.
In an instant, his mind conjured up the scene of Su Bailian making hot chicken soup for him, and when she finally finished and wanted to bring it to him, she was blocked and humiliated by Song Zihan.
Song He also knew his daughter's character, and remained silent with a dark expression.
He had already accepted Little Lian as his goddaughter.
Because she had noticed his sore shoulders and voluntarily helped massage them.
This made him, a hardened underworld boss who had weathered many storms, feel a touch of familial warmth.
On Su Bailian's side.
She trembled fearfully while curled up in Song Ming's arms, continuously explaining: "No... no, Brother Ming."
"It was my own fault for falling, it has nothing to do with Sister Zihan..."
Seeing Su Bailian still acting, Song Zihan angrily cursed: "You little tramp! What are you pretend..."
Before she could finish.
An even angrier roar interrupted.
"Song Zihan!! Have you had enough?!"
Song Ming glared at Song Zihan's twisted expression and shouted: "Song Zihan!! You're being completely unreasonable!!"
"Little Lian has a congenital heart condition! Are you trying to kill her?!!"
"If you do this again!! Don't blame me for forgetting our sibling relationship!!!"
Song Ming felt like he was about to explode with anger. Just yesterday he had promised to protect Little Lian and let her feel the warmth of family.
But today! Little Lian had been bullied like this by his own sister!!
Buzz——!!
As the words fell.
Song Zihan's expression instantly twisted and contorted!
She looked incredulously at her brother, who had just been released from prison and was now speaking up for someone he'd known for less than a day.
Then she looked at Su Bailian, who was curled up pitifully in Song Ming's arms.
In that moment.
Song Zihan felt like her features were being crushed.
Tramp!!
Song Zihan's face reddened.
She screamed internally.
Where did this little tramp come from!!!
.....
.....
On the way back.
Qin Luo reviewed today's gains.
All in all.
The War God had completely become one of their people.
Plus with the effect of full military command.
So Teng Ao... would be 100% loyal to them!
Therefore, Qin Luo assigned him several tasks.
First was....
To be a double agent!! To backstab Shangguan Chuxue!
Second was to serve as a training instructor at the Foundation for a while.
In the car.
"Hehehe~~"
Su Muwan's lips couldn't help but curl upward, her expression very pleased.
Although the process was a bit winding and complicated.
But at least the result was good.
Look, the War God had joined their camp!
And because of Qin Luo's mysteriously skilled medical expertise, he had directly cured the War God's old ailment.
So the War God's cultivation had recovered to the Peak Realm!
He was currently arranged by Qin Luo to serve as a trainer at the Foundation.
As for now....
Su Muwan leaned back against the seat, saying contentedly: "Finally done~"
"Qin Luo! This young lady wants to go home and play games!!"
Qin Luo smiled at her words.
A young lady who loves gaming, well.......
"Oh right, Qin Luo, what was it you mentioned before about someone wanting to harm me?"
Su Muwan suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Qin Luo.
At the time, Qin Luo had said something about an attack, about harming her.
She didn't quite understand it.
On Qin Luo's side, he realized what she meant and replied: "Oh, that."
"I foresaw that someone called Shangguan Chuxue has set her sights on you, Young Lady."
"But don't worry, Young Lady, I've already set up multiple countermeasures."
After speaking, Qin Luo clenched his fist with a smile: "Now, we just wait for her to walk into our trap!"
Su Muwan nodded.
"Oh, Shangguan Chuxue..."
"Hmm..."
"Hmm?!"
As she spoke.
Su Muwan suddenly widened her eyes.
Her pupils shook.
She screamed internally!!
Wait!
Where did you come from??
Have we even met in this life, old lady??!
No way!
What's wrong with you!
I wasn't looking for you! Why are you coming after me?!
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