Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 474: Like Her Little Lackey

Chapter 474: Chapter 474: Like Her Little Lackey

Indeed, Song Yunuan was right.

Although the Zhong family’s banquet was held in haste, they often host banquets, so even on short notice, they could still arrange everything very nicely.

Zhong Daqiao and his wife Xue Meirou were outside greeting guests.

A luxurious and expensive car pulled up.

Zhong Daqiao recognized it instantly as the Ai family’s vehicle because of its distinctive markings.

To their utter astonishment, they watched as the haughty heiress of the Ai family, Ai Ni—personally opened the door for Song Yunuan.

Zhong Shaoqing, who had come down earlier, was genuinely worried and proud at the sight unfolding before him.

Xue Meirou was so taken aback that she hardly knew how to react. Was this Ai Ni from the Ai family?

Could it be a ruse hired by Song Yunuan?

But the presence of the Ai family’s caretaker and Shih Ke behind her confirmed the status of the Ai family’s young mistress.

Ai Ni had no patience for the hostess of the day’s distracted Xue Meirou.

She asked coldly, "What, you don’t recognize me anymore?"

Xue Meirou snapped out of it and hurriedly plastered a smile on her face while carefully uttering flattering words.

Zhong Shaoqing looked at this woman. If Zhong Daqiao was detestable, this woman was just as abhorrent.

He turned his head and said to Song Yunuan, "I’ll take you on a tour later."

Song Yunuan’s smile was radiant.

Xue Meirou had intended to put her in her place, but now, seeing Song Yunuan being personally helped out of the car by Ai Ni, she was no longer sure if this was really Song Yunuan.

She was uncertain but refrained from saying anything; however, staying silent was so frustrating.

She too smiled radiantly, "Shaoqing, who is this? Why don’t you introduce her? It’s really impolite not to, but of course, it’s not your fault. You’re probably not used to attending events of this caliber and don’t know the ins and outs. Well, if you don’t want to make introductions, it’s fine. The two of you are just like that. It’s better not to explain things clearly to others; otherwise, if someone latches onto the discrepancy in status, neither your father nor I will be able to help you."

These insinuations were oh so typical of Xue Meirou!

Zhong Shaoqing’s face turned grim: "What’s with all this nonsense? We haven’t said a thing yet and here you are, babbling on and on. Is the whole point just to belittle Miss Song and provoke me into a ’show of insanity’?

So I ask you, stepmother, would you prefer my behavior today to be deranged or normal? I’ve decided to be an obedient son, so tell me – what state do you want me to be in? I promise to cooperate!"

Xue Meirou was scared.

Ever since Zhong Shaoqing had regained his senses, she had heard rumors, but she didn’t fully believe that this bastard had really recovered, thinking instead that Zhong Daqiao was exaggerating, perhaps because he felt losing face by not coming to terms with it. But most of what was said was about Song Yunuan, and she didn’t really take Zhong Shaoqing seriously.

But now, seeing for herself, she realized deeply that this bastard had changed.

Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

Ai Ni, noticing that many were looking their way, rebuked impatiently, "Mrs. Zhong, what are you doing? Are you not eager for me to come inside by dragging this out?"

Zhong Daqiao tugged at Xue Meirou, and she finally came to her senses.

She quickly adjusted her demeanor and welcomed the guests inside.

Then she realized that Ai Ni was walking behind Song Yunuan.

She looked over suspiciously, but Ai Ni glared back at her with venom in her eyes.

That glance frightened her so much that she quickly averted her gaze.

The Zhong family’s—no, the former Hai family’s villa was truly beautiful.

Glittering decorations dazzled the eyes, with toasts exchanged in the bright banquet hall.

The opulent setting catered to the lavish tastes of the guests.

Men and women in elegant attire engaged in idle chatter, enveloped in fragrances that made it feel like one was amidst a sea of flowers.

Dazzling lights and graceful music intertwined, flaunting the nobility exclusive to the wealthy without any restraint.

Song Yunuan was not Zhong Shaoqing’s companion, so it was impossible for her to enter the banquet hall arm in arm with him.

Song Yunuan strolled leisurely in the lead.

She wore an exquisitely embroidered dress.

The fabric was Tiansi embroidered fabric gifted by Gu Huai’an.

The style was elegant and graceful, yet it suited Song Yunuan’s age perfectly.

As she walked unhurriedly at the front, Zhong Shaoqing, Ai Ni, and the couple that had entered with Zhong Daqiao, seemed more like her little followers.

This presence was unmatched.

Even Ai Ni had to admit that there was no way Song Yunuan would be intimidated and lose face.

If anyone were to lose face, it would certainly be someone else.

She would like to be at the front, but she didn’t dare to.

She could not let her hatred show on her face; it had to stay hidden in her heart.

She wondered if there was anyone at the banquet who could kill Song Yunuan.

She also wondered if her mommy could find someone to do it.

Zhong Shaoqing looked around, everything he remembered was gone.

He asked Zhong Daqiao, "Where is my mommy’s safe?"

Zhong Daqiao got somewhat angry. To be asked about the safe as soon as they met, what a great son he is indeed.

Zhong Daqiao’s face clouded over, his eyes shifting, he pointed his trembling finger at Zhong Shaoqing, his eyes reddened with sorrow and frustration as he said, "You unfilial son, do you know how worried I’ve been since you left Xiangjiang? I’ve gone half grey worrying about you, I haven’t been eating or sleeping well.

And look at what you’ve done, running away from home without even a phone call. When you call, it’s just to ask for money, no further conversation with me."

The faces of those around changed at these words.

Actually, many people knew of the grudges between Chairman Zhong and his son, Shaoqing.

But there were also those who didn’t know the full story.

Before this, Zhong Daqiao had made a show of urgency, convincing everyone that he absolutely had to host a banquet to get his son to come home for a meal and to see him.

He even insinuated that his son was now getting along overly well with a girl from the mainland, entering and exiting places together, and even starting a company together.

His son was naive, the girl crafty. There was a good chance he was being swindled.

But whatever he said, his son wouldn’t listen.

Someone then spoke up.

"This is Shaoqing, right? I haven’t seen you for many years. Your father said you were being treated in Beidu, and it looks like you’ve recovered. So why didn’t you come back sooner?"

"Yes, your father often talks about you to us, with tears in his eyes every time. Your daddy loves you so much, you can’t break his heart."

"There is no overnight feud between father and son, hurry up and apologize to your daddy."

Someone urged like this.

Zhong Daqiao sighed, even feigning to wipe a tear from his eye.

He said, "To have a wife and forget one’s mother, this saying really is true without a doubt."

Then he glanced at Song Yunuan and said to Zhong Shaoqing, "Aren’t you going to introduce Little Nuan to the guests? After all, you two..."

Zhong Shaoqing’s eyes turned red.

He knew this old beast wanted to cause trouble using Little Nuan.

He was just about to put on his show of insanity. After all, his illness hadn’t healed, and it was normal for him to lash out at anyone he saw.

But before Zhong Shaoqing could throw a punch, Zhong Daqiao suddenly fell to the ground.

And he hit Ai Ni who was standing beside him squarely.

Ai Ni trembled with rage.

Her face turned a shade of iron as she pushed Zhong Daqiao, who was lying on top of her. Ahhh, she was going to die of anger, she was going to go insane.

It was definitely Song Yunuan who had sabotaged her.