No One Will Inherit My Wealth

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Faster than Anyone Could Hide

Translator: CTCTRANS Editor: CTCTRANS

“Zhizhi, don’t cry. It’s all Song Yan’s fault. I never expected this disobedient and unfilial brat to ruin the engagement banquet!”

“Don’t scold Song Yan anymore, please. He doesn’t love me, so canceling the engagement banquet is a very normal thing to do!”

Qingzhi cried even harder, her tears flowing like a river, her heart aching profoundly.

She analyzed it based on the memory of the original story, realizing that Mr. Song genuinely cared for Lu Qingzhi. She didn’t want to upset him too much with her tone and potentially harm his health.

Today, Mr. Song was absent from the engagement banquet because one of his former comrades had passed away. He had gone to pay his respects at the funeral.

She hadn’t expected Mr. Song to return so quickly. She hadn’t even had the chance to sever ties with Song Yan completely!

Qingzhi kept crying, and Mr. Song became flustered, trying to console her the whole way, refraining from scolding her and Ji Huo again.

The car soon arrived at the Lus’ mansion, and Song Yan’s car came before hers.

At this time, Song Yan had already freshened up but was still filled with anger. The memory of his grandfather scolding him over the phone and now seeing Qingzhi getting out of the car, red-eyed, made him feel nauseous.

“So, you still won’t let me go, huh? Didn’t you choose another man as your fiancé? Why did you degrade yourself by running to my grandfather, crying and pleading not to marry anyone but me? I won’t be able to escape you in this lifetime, will I?”

Qingzhi cried even louder.

Huo Jiting frowned. His tone was firm but not angry. “Mr. Song, I hope you will mind your words!”

His imposing demeanor momentarily took away Song Yan, but then he sneered, “You two are conspiring together and now want to lecture me about etiquette?”

Mr. Song, who hadn’t yet exited the car, was furious upon hearing these words. As soon as he left the car, he swung his cane toward Song Yan’s forehead, shouting,” You unfilial brat! What kind of words are you saying? Listen to the nonsense you’re spewing!”

Qingzhi cried beside him. “Grandpa, please don’t hit Song Yan; just hit me. After all, if you hit him, it hurts me more, and he has said much worse things about me privately. I’ve never blamed him for any of it!”

Huo Jiting saw Qingzhi repeatedly expressing her hurt, but he took a half step back, faster than anyone else. He was afraid that Mr. Song’s cane might accidentally hit him.

Mr. Song originally intended to make a show of it and wasn’t willing to hit his beloved grandson.

However, upon hearing Qingzhi’s words, he was genuinely angered. He swung his cane at Song Yan’s backside, displaying surprising strength for his age, and the blow wasn’t light.

“What kind of inappropriate things have you said to Qingzhi privately? You unfilial brat!”

Song Yan, the most prestigious gentleman in Rongcheng, the one all women wanted to marry, got his backside smacked at someone else’s doorstep. His face turned black with embarrassment.

“Lu Qingzhi!”

“How dare you to be harsh with Zhizhi!” Mr. Song widened his eyes.

Grandma Zhou saw that Mr. Song was genuinely furious and hurriedly stood in front of him. “Mr. Song, please calm down. Song Yan is still quite young, and what he said earlier was just out of anger. If you continue to strike him, Ms. Lu will be heartbroken!”

Qingzhi wiped away her tears, feeling a bit regretful.

Mr. Song took the opportunity to give him an out.

All the servants in the Lus’ mansion came out to welcome Qingzhi back home. A young man wearing round-framed glasses led the way. His baby-faced appearance made him look cute and prim.

He was the assistant butler of the Lus, Qian Xiao, aged twenty.