Grudge Breaker

- Ruan Mianmian deliberately held Mo Tingfeng's hand and leaned her head on his shoulder before raising her eyes to look at Song Weichen, "How are you doing, Miss Sangpu? I've been looking for you for several days since I last saw you."

"Thanks to you, it's very good, very good." Seeing Ruan Mianmian entangled with Mo Tingfeng, Song Weichen was overjoyed. It seemed that the scandal had not reached her ears yet. She must add fuel to the fire for the two of them tonight, completely Song Weichen smiled happily when he thought of getting rid of his own troubles.

"Miss Mianmian and Lord Si Chen stopped here like this. They are such a good match for each other! I really want to drink your wedding wine as soon as possible. Brother Yuheng, don't you?" She looked at Zhuang Yuheng and started to look for support.

Zhuang Yuheng smiled unnaturally. If others don't know, he doesn't know what Mo Tingfeng is thinking. Little girl, you really don't want to open any pot...

Sure enough, after hearing this, Mo Tingfeng's expression became obviously cold, which was in complete contrast with Ruan Mianmian, who was shy and happy beside him. Upon seeing this, Zhuang Yuheng quickly smoothed things over, "What are you doing standing here? Hurry up and take a seat. I'm waiting for you."
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Originally, Zhuang Yuheng arranged the seats so that Mo Tingfeng and Song Weichen were next to each other, and Ruan Mianmian was next to Shu Jielong. But Ruan Mianmian didn't care about that. She took the lead and sat next to Mo Tingfeng.

This move was exactly what Song Weichen wanted. He had never felt that Ruan Mianmian was as pleasing to his eyes as he was tonight. She was secretly rejoicing and wanted to sit down next to Shu Longlong, but she felt the cold gaze from Mo Tingfeng. She stopped and decided to sleep well tonight - she must not do it in this sensitive occasion. If you offend the cold-faced King of Hell, who knows what he will say and do to you in public when he goes crazy. Not to mention jumping into the Yellow River, even jumping into the Milky Way won't be able to wash you away!

Knowing that he didn't like seeing Zhuang Yuheng and Shu Yulong getting close to her, she thought about it again and again, so she chose the person she was least familiar with and sat down next to him.

"Master, can I sit next to you?"

Qin Che narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Little beauty, I've been watching you for a long time, and you're exactly what I want."

Song Weichen was a little embarrassed. Wasn't the word "little beauty" something she said when she teased Ruan Mianmian as a white robe? She was a fat king in terms of feelings... She subconsciously sat farther away from him.

"I am the nephew of Lord Landlord, the hereditary prince Qin Che. You and I are sitting together at the banquet today. It is a blessing from heaven." As he spoke, Qin Che poured a glass of wine and put his arms around Song Weichen's shoulders, "Spring nights are short. Let me toast the little beauty first."

Qin Che was a womanizer. In his opinion, no matter how beautiful the woman around him was, she was just a piano player in Sichen Mansion. She had no family background. It was thought that she was just brought by Mo Tingfeng to entertain her, so her words and behavior were quite loose.

Song Weichen was startled and turned away from Qin Che's arm holding her. It was already unrealistic to think of getting up and changing seats at this moment. He also heard that he claimed that he was the real nephew of the realm owner. He couldn't offend him even if he thought about it. Song Weichen couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. It was probably a Hongmen banquet.

She picked up the wine pot with a sneer and said, "I am just a humble violinist in the Si Chen Mansion. How dare you accept the wine from Mr. Qin Xiaohou? I'll pour the wine for you."

"Hey, are you playing hard-to-get with me?"

Qin Che glanced sideways at her, raised the wine glass to her face, and reached out to pinch her chin. Song Weichen was at a loss for a moment, and just before he could touch her, Mo Tingfeng's cold voice came over.

"Master Qin Xiaohou! My people are ignorant, so I will drink this glass of wine for her."

Hearing this, Qin Che stopped and walked around in sensual places all day long. How could he not hear what Mo Tingfeng meant. Could it be that she is his woman? Everyone said that Si Chen was not a womanizer, but it seemed that they were all lies. However, how could Qin Che dare to refute the face of Master Si Chen? He immediately withdrew his hand from touching Song Weichen, sat upright and raised his glass to greet Mo Tingfeng.

"Why do you say this, sir? Sir Si Chen is so lucky to have such a sensible and beautiful woman in his house!"

After drinking, Qin Che glanced at Ruan Mianmian, and then at Song Weichen beside him, "I am so envious of your beauty and blessings!" He said and accompanied him with another glass of wine.
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Because of Song Weichen's performance just now, Ruan Mianmian temporarily suppressed his jealousy towards her. Unexpectedly, Mo Tingfeng actually said the words "my people" to her in order to hold back a glass of wine. She was secretly annoyed when she heard Qin Che clearly compared himself to her, and it was clear from his expression that the two women were serving one husband together. Ruan Mianmian glanced at Mo Tingfeng resentfully, and then looked at Song Weichen with uncontrollable jealousy. Of course, Song Weichen felt the murderous look in her eyes, and sighed in his heart. He was already so careful and deliberately kept a distance from Zhuang Yuheng and Shu Jielong, how could he still get into trouble like this?

No, no, Ruan Mianmian must not be allowed to think that she had an affair with that cold-faced King of Hell, otherwise I don’t even know how he died... Tonight, the suspicion must be eliminated at all costs!

After making up his mind, Song Weichen picked up the wine glass with a smile and looked at Qin Che, "Qin Xiaohou has misunderstood. I am just a servant of the Sichen Mansion, not a confidante. We adults are blaming me for not serving you well. I drank this glass of wine, and Sang Pu apologizes to you."

Before Mo Tingfeng could react, Song Weichen drank the wine. In just a moment, she felt her internal organs burning. She could only cover her mouth and endure it with all her strength, while a layer of mist arose in her eyes.

She secretly wondered in her heart that although she didn't like drinking, she was definitely not that intolerable to alcohol. Why did everything seem to be different after she came to this sleep world?

Song Weichen's move made Qin Che very satisfied. It turned out that she was not Mo Tingfeng's woman. In that case... He leaned close to her and gently stroked her back to comfort her, "Why is this little beauty so drunk?" It makes my brother feel distressed."

Snapped! The wine glass in Mo Tingfeng's hand was broken. He saw that Song Weichen was so angry for a moment, and his hand lost its weight. The wine glass shattered with the sound, and the wine and blood dripped down the edge of the table. Magpie saw this and helped to clean it up, while Ruan Mianmian He took Mo Tingfeng's hand to check the injury, then took out a silk handkerchief and carefully bandaged the wound on his palm.

"Brother Tingfeng, you..."

She looked at him, but found that he only had eyes for the woman sitting with Qin Che. No matter how much Ruan Mianmian deceives herself, she can still feel Mo Tingfeng's concern and something is wrong at this moment, not to mention that she has a very clever eye.

No matter how much that bitch Sang Pu pretends, she can't hide the fact that Mo Tingfeng has an extraordinary relationship with her. Looking at his injured palm, Ruan Mianmian's eyes secretly turned sinister. She will never let her go!

What she had to do now was to attract the attention of the men present to herself.
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"Brother Yuheng, aren't we going to play Feihua Ling?"

Ruan Mianmian put on a gentle and pleasant face and asked Zhuang Yuheng. Of course, she was not trying to solve the embarrassing situation, but she wanted to show off her talents to divert attention. In the words of Magpie, Mei Jie can recite poems and compose poems. There is no woman who can compare with her master in this aspect.

Ruan Mianmian did not believe that a violinist from the Sichen Mansion could surpass her in poetry. She sneered in her heart. As long as Sang Pu was not given a chance to play the piano, she would definitely be outclassed by her.

Zhuang Yuheng was scratching his head about the current situation. Ruan Mianmian's words were undoubtedly the straw to relieve his difficulties, so everyone in Luo hurriedly drew lots and divided them into groups.

"What is Feihua Ling?" Song Weichen casually picked a bag from the tray presented by the waiter. She still didn't know what they were going to play.

A sneer flashed from the corner of Ruan Mianmian's mouth. He didn't even know what Feihua Ling was. Next, there was this bitch who looked good!