The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 566: Snapping Off Your Canine Teeth (3)_1

Chapter 566: Chapter 566: Snapping Off Your Canine Teeth (3)_1

Shen Songming frowned as he looked on, "What is the Ji family’s playboy doing here?" Although the Ji family was considered a paragon amongst the upright scholars, Ji Bingchu was no good bird! And he wouldn’t have come to Yuanyang County for no reason!

"Seventh Young Master Shen, rest assured! I’m not here to vie for the goddaughter! I was just bored and came over to have a look at the excitement," Ji Bingchu said with a chuckle. Then, turning to Pei Qin, "Xiao Qinqin! Don’t you recognize me? Back then, the two of us at the Temple of the City God..."

All the bystanders’ eyes widened as they pricked up their ears, not wanting to miss a thing. This young lord had known Pei Qin before, and the two had even been at the Temple of the City God...

Pei Qin came forward with a stony face, "Go on! What about the Temple of City God?"

"Uh..." Ji Bingchu touched his nose and coughed twice, "Those guards didn’t mean to, it’s just that you and your guard looked too much like assassins. We didn’t know each other until we fought, aren’t we the closer for it? Right, Xiao Qinqin!"

Everyone choked on their breaths, thinking that something happened between the two at the Temple of City God. It turned out they each had their guard and got into a fight, which is how they became acquainted.

"Change the way you address me!" Mo Heng warned in a cold voice.

Seeing that he was seriously angered, Ji Bingchu quickly relented, "Don’t be angry now! After all, I and Xiao Qinqin... Alright! I’ll change it!"

Seeing how amiable he became, it seemed he was quite afraid of Mo Heng. Old Scholar Fang began to feel uneasy. This scion of the Ji family, with his imposing bearing, was clearly wealthy and noble, and acquainted with Shen Songming and Mo Heng. If he had come looking, wouldn’t the Mo family be far behind? If Mo Heng went back to the Mo family, wouldn’t Qinqin and her mother be looked down upon?

Ji Bingchu came over with a smile, wanting to hold Jiujiu.

Shen Songming extended his hand and took Jiujiu away, "Third Young Master Ji, it’s better if you keep your distance from my goddaughter!"

Ji Bingchu raised an eyebrow and suddenly made a move toward him.

Shen Songming didn’t know martial arts and was no match for him, his guards were also too far away. In the blink of an eye, Jiujiu, who was in his arms, was now in the arms of Ji Bingchu.

"She really does look like you!" Ji Bingchu held Jiujiu at a safe distance, looking at the little one in swaddling clothes and teasing her with a smile, "Little kiddo, say ’uncle’! Uncle has prepared a gift for you!" He said, taking out a Mutton Jade Lock to put on her.

Seeing the jade lock nearly as big as Jiujiu’s little face, the bystanders kept inhaling in shock. True to form, the son of a wealthy family was indeed very generous and lavish!

Pei Qin twitched the corners of her mouth and stepped forward to take her daughter away, "Try wearing such a big piece around your own neck!"

"Alright! I grabbed the wrong one," Ji Bingchu said as he reached in and pulled out a smaller version of the same jade lock, "This smaller one is the right size!"

Just as the crowd thought he might be too embarrassed to take back the larger one, and if he didn’t, Pei Qin would have scored a windfall.

Ji Bingchu then took out three different sized jade locks of the same design with varied patterns, "Haha! You can wear it from full moon until you’re grown up, even until you get married! I can’t come up with a more thoughtful gift than that!"

The onlookers were stunned; such flair! Giving away five jade locks in one go—the largest one must be worth a lot of silver, right?

The Wealthy Godfather Shen Songming snorted dismissively, "Just a few pieces of jade lock!"

Ji Bingchu knew this fellow had bought vast tracts of land and mountains around Andong Wei, had opened two crystal mines, his ice shops were making a fortune daily, and he even owned a bank. He was a man of wealth. Shrugging, Ji Bingchu said, "If I give too much, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face to you, godfather?" But this little tyke, truly a chip off Mo Heng’s block, cut from the same mold.