"You're nicer to an outsider than your own daughter!"
"I never said I'd hold a wedding with her," Song Fuqiang replied guiltily.
"Don't even deny it!"
Song Nuannuan pulled out the wedding design sketch from under Song Fuqiang's documents and slapped it on the table.
"This is the wedding design you've chosen, isn't it!"
Seeing that the cat was out of the bag, Song Fuqiang readily admitted it.
"Yes, I'm going to hold a wedding with her so that everyone knows she's my wife."
At his age, being able to marry such a beautiful young woman, he naturally wanted to show off.
Song Nuannuan rolled her eyes, feeling sorry for her father.
"Dad, you like her, but she doesn't like you!"
"I've sent people to investigate. The man who came to your birthday banquet was actually Jing Zhen's ex - boyfriend, and that woman was his sister!"
"Jing Zhen was having an affair with her ex - boyfriend right under your nose, and you still want to marry her!"
Song Nuannuan was a shrewd girl. After her father's birthday, she immediately sent people to investigate Jing Zhen's ex - boyfriend and found out it was the man who attended the banquet.
"What did you say!" Song Fuqiang angrily slapped the table and stood up.
No wonder all the prizes he had prepared were won by Jing Zhen's friends.
Especially "Bird Bell and Slender Bamboo", the most expensive one he bought, was taken away for free.
Jing Zhen must have secretly communicated with them.
Song Fuqiang angrily covered the wedding design sketch on the table and rushed upstairs angrily. There he saw Jing Zhen squatting on the ground, crying while swiping her phone.
Song Fuqiang angrily snatched the phone and saw photos of Jing Zhen and her ex - boyfriend.
"You... you..."
Song Fuqiang angrily smashed the phone on the ground, grabbed Jing Zhen's hair.
"What did you promise me back then? You were the one who said you wanted to live with me!"
"How much money have I spent on your family's affairs, and yet you're looking at photos of your ex - boyfriend here!"
Song Fuqiang grabbed Jing Zhen's hair and threw her onto the bed.
Jing Zhen let out a scream, struggled to escape, and painfully grabbed her own hair. "I regret it. Can't I just regret it!"
She thought she could bear it, but she simply couldn't forget Xu Yan.
Life was too long. She didn't know how to get through it.
Jing Zhen knelt on the ground, crying and begging Song Fuqiang.
"I'll work hard to pay back the money you gave my family. Let's just separate!"
"You slut!" Song Fuqiang was furious upon hearing this. He slapped Jing Zhen to the ground.
"I shouldn't have married you into our family if I'd known you were such a cheap woman!"
"If you want to break up, double the money and pay me back!"
After saying that, Song Fuqiang left angrily, calling Yan Mo on the way.
"What kind of woman did you introduce to me! She still has feelings for her ex - boyfriend. She's taken enough money from me and now wants a divorce!"
Yan Mo was just happy to have signed Xu Yiyi as a model when she unexpectedly received Song Fuqiang's complaining call.
Hearing that Jing Zhen still couldn't forget Xu Yan, a flash of jealousy crossed Yan Mo's eyes, and she bit her lip tightly.
"You were quite satisfied with her back then. Why are you coming to me now that something's gone wrong? I'm not a babysitter. I only introduce, I don't clean up the mess."
After saying that, Yan Mo hung up the phone, secretly complaining in her heart.
What was Jing Zhen doing? It was she who asked Yan Mo to introduce a rich man to her. Now she wanted a divorce to go back to Xu Yan. There was no such good thing!
Song Nuannuan stood outside the room gloatingly, looking at Jing Zhen lying on the ground like a puppet with a red handprint on her face.
Song Nuannuan walked up and kicked Jing Zhen, her tone full of disdain. "My dad was so good to you, but you didn't cherish it. You're just a joke."
Jing Zhen wanted to back out, and Yan Mo naturally couldn't sit still. She immediately drove to the Song family's house.
Song Fuqiang and Song Nuannuan had already left. The servant of the Song family led Yan Mo upstairs and saw Jing Zhen lying motionless on the ground.
After all, Yan Mo was Jing Zhen's good friend. It was impossible for her not to feel sad seeing Jing Zhen in such a state.
"Jing Zhen, the floor is cold. Get up quickly," Yan Mo said softly, trying to pull Jing Zhen up.
Getting closer and seeing the handprint on Jing Zhen's face, Yan Mo cursed Song Fuqiang for being a jerk.
Jing Zhen was like a wind - up puppet. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she angrily pushed Yan Mo away.
Jing Zhen's voice was extremely hoarse. "It's all your fault!"
Yan Mo was stunned, and resentment welled up in her heart. "Jing Zhen, what do you mean?"
"You were the one who asked me to introduce a rich man to you. Now you want to back out? I've been scolded by Song Fuqiang, and I haven't even come to settle the score with you!"
"Shut up!"
Jing Zhen covered her ears painfully and shook her head, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Yan Mo like a sworn enemy.
"If you had stopped me back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
"What are you talking nonsense about?"
Yan Mo frowned tightly, angrily shaking off Jing Zhen's arm. She thought Jing Zhen was being unreasonable.
"This was your own decision. Why should I interfere?"
"And if you didn't marry Song Fuqiang, how would you pay for your father's medical bills?"
Yan Mo's words were so reasonable that they completely shattered Jing Zhen's defense.
Jing Zhen collapsed on the ground painfully, tears streaming down.
"It was Song Fuqiang who lent you the money. Instead of being grateful, you're biting the hand that feeds you! Jing Zhen, can you be a bit more sensible!"
"You can't have all the benefits!"
Yan Mo slumped to the ground weakly, like a broken rag doll, lifeless.
This was her own decision, and there was no turning back...
Seeing that Jing Zhen gradually calmed down, Yan Mo coldly questioned her.
"You promised me that you wouldn't have too much to do with Xu Yan. Why did you invite him to the birthday banquet?"
"Heh... hahaha!" Jing Zhen looked up at Yan Mo, laughing maniacally. Her tear - filled eyes were full of madness.
"Yan Mo, you're just jealous of me..."
"What are you talking about?" Yan Mo immediately let go of Jing Zhen's hand, trying to hide her uneasiness.
"Think whatever you want. I'm done with you!"
After saying that, Yan Mo turned around and left in a hurry.
Maybe she shouldn't have introduced a rich man to Jing Zhen from the very beginning!
But at that time, Jing Zhen was crying so pitifully, and she had no choice.
Moreover, she had asked Jing Zhen if she wanted to borrow money from her and didn't need to pay it back, but Jing Zhen had refused.
Yan Mo left the Song family's house dejectedly, her mind in a complete mess. She didn't know who to talk to.
Yan Mo walked aimlessly on the street for a while, and unexpectedly, Xu Qingqing's face popped into her mind.
"I must be crazy," Yan Mo said tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She actually wanted to confide in Xu Qingqing, whom she had only met once.
Not to mention that her relationship with Xu Qingqing wasn't deep, and they weren't at the stage of hitting it off immediately.