Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 88 What Do I Want To Do? (3)
But Jin Ziqi shook his head, "You can only watch from a distance and not play with it. I am afraid that you will have more worries if you live here."

"My mother ended her young life in this villa."

Jin Ziqi heard the words and looked at Song Qiyan. Under the afterglow of dusk, his side face was shrouded in a faint golden light, adding a bit of sadness in memory of his deceased mother and resentment towards the culprit.

She couldn't help but raised her right hand to hold Song Qiyan's hand clenched into a fist, in exchange for his sideways glance, she smiled faintly, "The past is in the past, what matters is the present and the future."

This is what he said to her in the hospital, and now she sends it back to him.

Song Qiyan ran his hands through her fingers, and interlocked with her fingers, "For me, the most important thing is you."

Jin Ziqi was startled for a moment, then smiled, letting him hold her hand and walk forward.

Then, I saw Han Minzheng, Song Zhiren's personal assistant, who had been waiting there.

Han Minzheng's standing posture seemed respectful, but his body still exuded an elegant and indifferent temperament.

He slightly nodded at Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi, with a plausible smile, polite and restrained.

"The chairman is already waiting for the two of you." Then he turned and led the way.

"Are you sure he's really just an assistant?" Taking advantage of Han Minzheng's inattention, Jin Ziqi pulled Song Qiyan away, and when he turned his ear curiously, she asked in a low voice.

"It is said that the old man has been spending money to sponsor him to go to school. After graduation, he will naturally stay with the old man to fulfill his filial piety."

Song Qiyan answered with disapproval at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found that Jin Ziqi was following Han Minzheng's back with a curious gaze, and the alarm bells sounded in his heart. With Han Minzheng's appearance and temperament, he can indeed play the leading role in a novel!

The inexplicable hostility that grew on Song Qiyan surprised Jin Ziqi, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Song Qiyan smiled at her, walked for a while, and suddenly asked her in a low voice, "Han Minzheng actually looks pretty good, right?"

Jin Ziqi glanced up and down at Song Qiyan in confusion, always feeling weird, but he answered his question anyway, "It's not bad, it looks like it should be quite popular with girls."

"Then how does it compare with me? Is it better?"

Jin Ziqi felt more and more that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Holding Song Qiyan's arm, Meimou stared at his eager expression of waiting for an answer, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Song Qiyan frowned, "Why don't you speak, deny it?"

Jin Ziqi shook his head, "No."

Song Qiyan's face darkened immediately, and he gradually slowed down his pace, widening the distance from Han Minzheng in front of him.

Staring angrily at Han Minzheng's upright figure, Song Qiyan leaned into Jin Ziqi's ear: "Actually, I forgot to say something just now."

"What?" Jin Ziqi's curiosity immediately aroused the little devil in Song Qiyan's heart.

He pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice: "In fact, he is very likely to be the old man's illegitimate son."

"Really?" Jin Ziqi's tone was full of disbelief.

Song Qiyan had a particularly serious expression, "How could I lie to you about this..."

Just as he was making it up, Han Minzheng in front suddenly turned around, and Song Qiyan was so startled that he immediately fell silent, while Jin Ziqi looked at Han Minzheng and then at Song Qiyan beside him with a strange look.

"The two of you, please." Han Minzheng took a step back, and respectfully opened the door for them.

Jin Ziqi walked in first, but Song Qiyan stood motionless at the door, only staring at Han Minzheng.

Han Minzheng frowned slightly, "Master, what are your orders?"

Song Qiyan put his hands in his trouser pockets, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "I see you are handsome."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the slightly surprised Han Minzheng and entered the room.

In the huge villa, the lights are bright, and the magnificent decoration makes people feel like they are in a palace.

Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan entered one after the other, and servants in butler uniforms came up to them.

"Hello, young master! Hello, Miss Jin!"

Jin Ziqi touched her face subconsciously. She didn't seem to have seen this housekeeper before, but then she realized that the first thing to do to become a servant of a rich family like the Song family is to recognize someone.

Whether you have seen it or not, as long as you give a photo, you will be able to call it by name next time you meet.

After the housekeeper greeted them, she ordered the waiting maids to take two pairs of brand new compromises and put them in the entrance. She folded her hands on her waist and stood respectfully aside.

After Jin Ziqi and Song Qiyan finished changing their shoes, she pointed out with a smile, "The master told me that if the young master and Miss Jin come, I invite you to meet him in the living room."

From the beginning to the end, the servants in the villa, including the steward who greeted them, did not look at them secretly with strange eyes, and they all kept their eyes on their posts.

Even Jin Ziqi couldn't help sighing, this kind of service level is definitely no worse than that of a seven-star hotel!
"It seems that he really regards himself as the emperor of the earth." On the way, Song Qiyan sneered.

Jin Ziqi walked beside him, looking at the graceful and luxurious arrangement in the corridor, which was very similar to the one just entering the door.

Blue and white porcelain, wooden furniture, dull mahogany, and blue and white porcelain are soaked with newly blooming peonies, solemnly exuding a faint fragrance.

These blue and white porcelain vases were once treasured and admired.

At least wear clean white gloves when handling them.

Jin Ziqi has participated in many auctions and witnessed many blue and white products produced by famous kilns.

Their value, in her opinion, is just a string of extremely huge numbers.

However, in the Song family, their value is the same as the mission given to them by the original creator.

Offering flowers and serving food.

"It can be seen that the owner here does have the capital to be an emperor."

When he saw the screen with a hundred birds facing the phoenix at the end of the corridor, Jin Ziqi couldn't help echoing Song Qiyan's words.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to follow the steward.

The spacious corridors are covered with woolen carpets, and the footsteps are silent and light, exuding a touch of sandalwood.

At another corner, in front of them were two carved wooden doors, carved with peonies.

It symbolizes magnificence and eternal wealth.

The steward stepped forward and knocked on the door, then gently pushed it open, and a burst of heat came oncoming.

The screen at the side reflected Song Qiyan's cold and handsome face, with a dignified and arrogant aura.

"Go in." He took her hand and walked in past the steward.

"It's him, it's him, it's him, our friend, little Nezha! It's him, it's him, it's him, the young hero, little Nezha..."

(End of this chapter)