Half an hour later.
It was the same familiar black Maybach.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Song Hanzheng's cold, handsome profile and his striking jawline.
From head to toe, he exuded an air of noble arrogance.
He turned his head slightly and cast a sidelong glance at her.
"Get in."
Jiang Liuyue silently muttered in her heart: Poser.
However, a smile bloomed on her face as she smoothly pulled open the car door.
"Brother Song Han, you look so handsome today too."
The corners of Song Hanzheng's lips curled up uncontrollably.
He was clearly very pleased with himself.
Yet he insisted on pretending he didn't care.
"It's alright."
After getting into the car, Jiang Liuyue looked at him with utmost sincerity.
"Really, you were especially handsome when you helped me deal with the trending search."
The smile at the corners of Song Hanzheng's lips faded a bit.
"Oh, so you only think so because I did something for you?"
"Not at all. You were already handsome, but they say a working man is the most charming. When you showed that side of yourself, you looked even more handsome."
Jiang Liuyue stared at him with her large, dewy, grape-like eyes.
Blinking and sparkling.
She was about to completely sweet-talk him into a daze.
A hint of a smile flashed across Song Hanzheng's eyes.
He cleared his throat and said:
"For this meal today, you better perform well."
Jiang Liuyue was taken aback.
"Perform how?"
Song Hanzheng glanced at her, a trace of teasing in his tone.
"That person will be there tonight too."
"As for my old man wanting to see a happy and harmonious family, he can keep dreaming!"
"Just cause as much trouble as you can, I've got your back."
Oh, understood.
Song Hanzheng had no intention of having a peaceful meal; he just wanted to turn the whole scene into a chaotic mess.
But for this kind of scenario, calling Li Feile would obviously be very fitting.
After all, causing trouble was what that girl did best!
As if sensing the meaning in her eyes.
Song Hanzheng curled his lips and let out a cold sneer.
Jiang Liuyue shrank back a little.
"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely fulfill your wishes."
The Song family's mansion was located halfway up a mountain in the eastern part of the city. This was a villa district where the residents were either rich or aristocratic.
Furthermore, there were several security checkpoints on the road up the mountain.
Unfamiliar license plates simply couldn't get in, ensuring excellent privacy.
The car slowly came to a stop at one of the villas.
Song Hanzheng was just about to open the car door.
Suddenly, Jiang Liuyue reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on her obedient and beautiful face, and his voice involuntarily softened a bit.
"What is it?"
"Wait a minute, in what capacity am I going in with you?" Jiang Liuyue spoke with full confidence.
After all, she hadn't agreed to be his kept woman.
Right now, she was just an ordinary friend doing him a favor.
Song Hanzheng curled his lips, smiled, and said, "Girlfriend?"
Then he nodded.
"Right, I was hired by you once before."
"Now it's your turn to help me."
Jiang Liuyue immediately and naturally hooked her arm through his, followed him out of the car, and explained:
"Boyfriend, at a time like this, we should hold hands as we go in. What do you say?"
Song Hanzheng was not used to physical contact with women.
He was somewhat resistant.
Just as he opened his hand, Jiang Liuyue's soft, pale little hand tightly grasped his with unquestionable strength.
Hmm, very domineering.
Song Hanzheng was startled.
She had already pulled him along for several steps.
She even turned back and looked at him in confusion.
"Let's go."
"Oh, right."
Song Hanzheng's gaze fell on their joined hands, pausing for two seconds.
He didn't object.
As if giving tacit consent, he followed her forward.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.
They arrived very late, nearly an hour past the official dinner time.
As soon as the servants in the old mansion saw Song Hanzheng arrive, they hurried inside to report.
"The eldest young master has arrived."
Song Tianqi, sitting at the head of the table, frowned, looking quite displeased.
A middle-aged woman beside him, wearing a pale blue qipao, patted the back of his hand and comforted him:
"Alright, the child is grown and has a lot on his plate. Maybe he was busy at the company."
Song Tianqi let out a soft snort.
"Don't I know whether he's busy or not?"
"This rebellious son did it on purpose!"
In the second seat on the left side of the dining table, Lin Yizhou was looking down, sipping his drink.
Sitting diagonally across from him was Li Feile.
She knew she had never been liked by Father Song, so she simply kept her mouth shut, though her eyes kept drifting toward the dining room entrance from afar.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of Song Hanzheng.
Soon enough.
Song Hanzheng arrived.
But he didn't come alone.
"Brother Hanzheng..." Li Feile was about to stand up to greet him, but when her gaze fell on Jiang Liuyue behind him, she froze slightly, and her face instantly dropped.
Strange.
Wasn't this Jiang Liuyue, the minor actress from their company, Vientiane Galaxy?
Why was she with Brother Hanzheng?
In an instant.
All the recent incidents targeting her seemed to connect into a single thread.
Li Feile's expression turned terrifyingly gloomy.
So that was it! It was all her scheming!
Jiang Liuyue also hadn't expected to run into Li Feile here. It seemed her relationship with the Song family was quite good if she was allowed into their home like this.
Her first reaction was to let go of Song Hanzheng's hand.
She felt a bit like a thief with a guilty conscience.
Who knew that Song Hanzheng would actually tighten his grip, holding on firmly.
He led her over to Song Tianqi and gave a nod.
"I'm here."
He didn't even utter a single term of address.
It was very impolite, but Song Tianqi was used to it.
He angrily raised his eyebrows and said:
"What do you mean 'I'm here'? Our whole table has been waiting for you for an hour. You don't even greet your elders when you see them. Is this your upbringing?"
Song Hanzheng's expression grew a few degrees colder.
He twitched the corners of his lips.
And said in a mocking tone:
"Yes, I have no upbringing. After all, my mother died early."
"A motherless child is just this ill-mannered. If you don't like it, you shouldn't have called me over for dinner."
Seeing that the father and son were about to start arguing, Song Tianqi's current wife, Lin Mei, gently advised:
"Lao Song, talk nicely to the child, don't get so angry."
Faced with her peacemaking.
Song Hanzheng did not appreciate it, the frost in his eyes growing even colder.
"Stop pretending to be a saint."
"You're the happiest when the old man and I fight, so that in the future he'll favor the one you gave birth to."
A hint of embarrassment and bitterness flashed across the face of Lin Yizhou, who had been sitting quietly.
He slightly raised his head.
His gaze seemingly swept over Jiang Liuyue beside Song Hanzheng inadvertently.
He said softly:
"Brother, don't be like this."
"We're all family, there's no need to make things so tense. Everyone means well."
Song Hanzheng sneered coldly a few times.
"Right! You guys are a family, I'm not!"
This kind of scene was far from the first time it had played out in this house.
Every time, it was Song Hanzheng and Father Song arguing, stepmother Lin Mei trying to make peace, and then Lin Yizhou getting scolded.
Today was no exception.
Seeing this, Li Feile knew her opportunity had arrived.
This was her time to shine.
She wasn't blind; she could clearly see that Brother Hanzheng was actually holding Jiang Liuyue's hand.
Their relationship looked extremely ambiguous.
She suddenly stood up with a smack, slamming her hand on the table.
She said loudly:
"Uncle Song, Brother Hanzheng is your biological son."
"Is there really a need to be so harsh on him? He was just a little late for dinner, there's no need to blow things out of proportion."
Jiang Liuyue blinked her eyes.
Oh no.
It seemed her job had just been stolen!
