Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 205 - 208 ’Prepare for War’ Birthday Feast

Chapter 205: 208 ’Prepare for War’ Birthday Feast

Wen Liangyu’s birthday banquet was imminent, and Song Lili originally wanted to return to Anlin to spend quality time with her father, at least to ensure he took his medicine and received his injections without neglecting to eat or sleep.

As a result, now it turned out that these three days were like preparing for battle.

Lerong was preparing the attire and gestures for Song Xiangqiao to attend the birthday banquet, and most importantly, the birthday gifts.

She obviously wouldn’t just prepare for Song Xiangqiao; it seemed she had to bring Song Lili everywhere with her. Song Lili was reluctant, but with Song Jiayu dragging her along, there was really no way for her to refuse.

Attending the Old President’s birthday banquet, naturally, one could not appear shabby, and indeed, all the clothes in her wardrobe were old.

It was necessary to go out and find two appropriate dresses.

She had figured it out too, "Fight when the enemy approaches, cover with earth when water arrives." If the Old President really found out about her and Wen Nian’s relationship and thus targeted her, she wouldn’t be able to escape today nor hide tomorrow.

Rather than that, it would be better to face the difficulty head-on and see what the old guy was really scheming.

Anlin’s famous haute couture boutique was probably doing its best business of the year these days.

When Lerong led them to an upscale boutique of a British brand in the city center, the salespeople were all busy. Song Lili looked around... just this one store had three major clients.

"Mrs. Song? Mayor Song? I’m sorry, please come in. It’s busy in the store today; we’ve really neglected you."

The manager hurried down from upstairs, a shoebox in his hand. He glanced casually at the store entrance and saw the mayor’s family, immediately rushing over to serve them.

Lerong hurriedly smiled,

"Don’t rush, business is so good today? Otherwise, we might switch to another place—"

"Madam, please go straight upstairs to the VIP room! No matter how busy, we will certainly prioritize you and the mayor."

The manager hurriedly said.

"Xiao Qiao?"

A girl’s voice came from inside the store. Song Xiangqiao peeked inside, swiftly smiled happily, and went to meet her,

"Wang Yun! What a coincidence!"

The girl who met Song Xiangqiao was called Wang Yun, whose father was Mayor Wang Tongfang of Anlin City.

"Mayor Wang is here too?"

Lerong curiously said.

The manager hurriedly said, "It’s both Mayor Wang’s wife and Miss Wang who came together. They are also upstairs in the VIP room."

Lerong looked at Song Jiayu, "Shall we go up first, and incidentally meet Mrs. Mayor Wang? It seems our two families haven’t had a meal together in a long time."

"That sounds good."

Thus, their family went upstairs together, and the manager couldn’t help but take another look at Song Lili, seemingly puzzled by this unfamiliar face.

Song Xiangqiao saw the manager’s expression, feeling proud inside her heart, even though she was a stepdaughter, to outsiders, she was the legitimate daughter of the mayor.

"Hello, this is my Song Lili, Mayor Song’s eldest daughter."

As Song Lili passed by the manager, she actually stopped and addressed his puzzled look directly.

The manager opened his mouth in surprise and then immediately bowed, "Eldest Miss, hello!"

"No need for that, I see curiosity on your face, so let me explain. My stepmother and stepsister are regular customers here, right?"

"Yes, Mrs. Song and Miss Song often patronize our store."

Song Lili spoke casually, but the manager listened with great surprise.

"Stepmother" and "stepsister" were words that clearly defined the relationships within their family.

So it turned out... this Miss was the "legitimate eldest princess," and that second miss wasn’t the mayor’s biological daughter...

Song Xiangqiao walked ahead, the conversation between the two behind her was crystal clear, making her so angry she gritted her teeth, yet she did not turn around, only swallowing her resentment.

"I also very much admire your brand. I attended your brand designer Judy Marshall’s design exhibition in the UK."