Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 75 The Ruthless Song Sisters
After hanging up the phone, Huo Xingchuan rubbed his hangover head and suddenly remembered that Cui Tinglan's bed partner was named Chen, Chen something?

It took me a long time to remember that his name was Chen Chao.

Huo Xingchuan sent a message to Lin Hai: "Focus on investigating the person named Chen Chao. Have the public relations department suppress the trending topic first."

Lin Hai quickly replied, "Okay, Mr. Huo."

Song Jingtang was woken up by his phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes, picked up his phone from the bedside table, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hello, what's wrong with Yan Qing?" Then he changed to a more comfortable position on the bed.

"Didn't you see the news? Huo Xingchuan's girlfriend, Cui Tinglan, had her private photos exposed." A gloating voice came from the other end of the line.

Upon hearing this, Song Jingtang opened his eyes and quickly logged into Weibo. Although Cui Dinglan's private photos were still trending, they were already quite low down.

Without much thought, Song Jingtang knew it was Huo Xingchuan's doing.

Damn it, she was too late again!
But she had no feelings for Huo Xingchuan, and her heart was not stirred at all.

"Oh," Song Jingtang replied indifferently.

"Huh? Shouldn't you be happy? Now that this has been exposed, Aunt Zheng will be even less likely to agree to Huo Xingchuan being with her."

"Even Huo Xingchuan might break up with her, and then you..."

"Alright!" Song Jingtang interrupted Yan Qing. "You know perfectly well that I have no feelings for him, not in the past, and not in the future!"

“Besides, Cui Tinglan’s private photos have already been posted online, so you don’t need to add fuel to the fire.” Song Jingtang lifted the blanket, his eyes filled with regret.

She hasn't even enjoyed it yet, so how come someone else has already taken it?

How annoying!

"Oh," Yan Qing replied, dissatisfied.

She's showing concern for Song Jingtang, how can she not appreciate such kindness?
"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I need to wash up." Song Jingtang calmly opened the bathroom door, a layer of irritation settling over his mind.

"Ok."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Song Jingtang irritably swept all the bottles and jars on the sink to the ground.

She'll find out who did this and skin them alive!
Song Jingtang turned on the tap and splashed water on his face.

Her earlier agitation had vanished, replaced by the elegant, intellectual, beautiful, and intelligent second young lady of the Song family.

After washing up, Song Jingtang took out a long-forgotten cell phone from the drawer of the dressing table.

The phone was lagging a bit, so Song Jingtang sat in the chair and carefully applied red nail polish.

After turning on the phone, Song Jingtang picked it up and opened his contacts. There was only one phone number saved in it. Without hesitation, Song Jingtang dialed it directly.

The call was quickly connected, and a mechanical yet steady voice came from the phone: "Long time no see, what can I do for you, Miss?"

"Check the IP address that leaked Cui Tinglan's private photos and bring her to the association as soon as possible," Song Jingtang said slowly, but with a strong sense of pressure.

"As you wish."

After saying that, the phone hung up.

Song Jingtang stretched out his fingers, painted with red nail polish, and slowly admired them.

She only smeared one hand; she would use that person's blood to smear the other hand.

She lowered her eyes, revealing a sinister smile.

If you upset her, be prepared to pay with your life.

She came downstairs in a black dress. Someone was dying today, and she considered it a farewell. Song Zheng frowned as he looked at his youngest daughter in her black dress. "Didn't I tell you to wear less black? Your grandmother doesn't like it."

Song Jingtang raised his eyes, a hint of displeasure in them.

What business is it of hers if that old hag doesn't like it?

If you don't like looking at it, gouge your eyes out! She deserves it for staring at it!
"She doesn't like it, so I can't wear it? She wants my mother to die, are you going to kill my mother too?" Song Jingtang stopped and looked at Song Zheng provocatively.

In Song Zheng's eyes, Song Jingtang had always been a gentle and lovely daughter. This was the first time he had seen Song Jingtang speak so fiercely, and he was quite taken aback.

After regaining his senses, Song Zheng felt he had lost face and couldn't help but shout, "Song Jingtang, I'm your father! How dare you talk to me like that? Do you not respect me?"

Song Jingtang looked at Song Zheng with disdain, "So what if you don't take me seriously? Without me, do you think Madam Zheng will give you the chance to climb the social ladder?"

Song Zheng was taken aback. Indeed, if it weren't for Song Jingtang, how could he have possibly climbed up the high branch of the Huo family?

But so what? He was still Song Jingtang's father, and his imposing manner immediately rose.

"I am your father who gave birth to you and raised you for twenty-four years! Shouldn't you respect me? How dare you talk to your grandmother like that? You unfilial daughter!"

Song Zheng raised his hand to hit Song Jingtang, but was interrupted sharply by Song Jingyun on the second floor, "What do you want to do?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Song Jingtang smiled faintly and looked at Song Zheng with even more disdain.

Following the sound, Song Zheng saw Song Jingyun, dressed in a dark women's suit, standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, her hands hanging awkwardly at her sides.

Song Jingyun gave Song Zheng a cold glance, thinking, "Incompetent man."

The high heels scraped against the floor, making a "tap tap tap" sound.

"You want to hit Jing Tang? Who gave you permission?" Song Jingyun looked down at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng was short in stature, not as tall as Song Jingyun, and was completely overshadowed by Song Jingyun's temperament.

“I… As her father, when have I ever been forbidden from hitting her? And who gives you the right to lecture me? Have you forgotten that you are also…” Song Zheng’s voice trailed off, his confidence waning.

"Oh, really? This isn't the time for you to be in charge of the Song family anymore. You'd better put away that disgusting act of yours!" Song Jingyun frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

“If you mess with me, you’ll be kicked out sooner or later! If you behave yourself, the Song family will still have a bed for you to sleep in, food for you to eat, and in the future…” Song Jingyun’s voice paused for a moment.

This immediately gripped Song Zheng's heart, as if he would be kicked out the moment he failed to please Song Jingyun.

"You'll have a fine coffin and a burial plot with good feng shui in the future!" Song Jingyun said, raising an eyebrow with a threatening tone.

Song Zheng knew that his eldest daughter was ruthless and heartless, but he never expected her to say such rebellious things.

"You...you, I am your father!" Song Zheng felt his head spinning, his chest tight, and he couldn't breathe.

"Sister, don't waste your breath on him. It'll only upset you and ruin your good mood for the day." Song Jingtang smiled and tugged at Song Jingyun's hand affectionately.

Song Jingyun changed her previous imposing manner and looked at Song Jingtang with a smile, "Okay."

As they spoke, the two of them gave Song Zheng a cold look and prepared to leave.

Having eavesdropped in the room for half the day, Old Madam Song was furious to hear them talking about her son like that. She suppressed her anger and opened the door.

"You two, stop right there!" Old Madam Song shouted, leaning on her cane.

Song Jingyun paused, her hand gripping the doorknob, and turned around impatiently.

His tone was unfriendly, and he looked at Old Madam Song defiantly, "What do you want, you old hag?"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, babies!

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