Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 9 The Song Family Heir

The people on both ends of the phone confronted each other silently, and no one compromised.

In the end, it was Jin Zhaodong who spoke first: "Your mother has agreed to recognize Zhao'er as her daughter..."

Jin Zhaodong's voice sounded far away, but it pierced her chest fiercely like a cold sharp knife, dripping blood but she didn't know it, her five knuckles holding the phone were blue and white, and she couldn't calm down anymore: "You threaten her, you He even threatened her!"

"Yesterday Zhao'er was besieged and questioned by countless reporters in the hospital, and some even threw eggs and stones at her, but she, after being wronged so much, still forcefully persuaded Hengfeng to complete the wedding with you, after Hengfeng left I just hid in bed and wept secretly..."

Jin Zhaodong sighed heavily: "This is what our Jin family owes Zhao'er. If it wasn't for you, Aunt Qiao, Xiao Qi, ask yourself, can you still be the heir of the Jin family in such a peaceful way?"

"No, the Jin family never owed Qiao Nianzhao. It was you and I who owed her. I will take responsibility for the mistakes I made. There is no need for my mother to beg for forgiveness."

"Xiao Qi, what do you want to do?" Jin Zhaodong's voice was a little nervous.

Looking at the dazzling sun in the sky, Jin Ziqi narrowed his eyes slightly, and then a erratic smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips, but he was extraordinarily confident and calm: "Didn't you already guess what I want to do?"

"Do you hate me so much that you would rather destroy the Jin family than make room for Zhao'er?"

"Let Qiao Nianzhao become the second miss of the Jin family, Dad, is this what you want?"

Jin Zhaodong didn't expect Jin Ziqi's sudden change of attitude, he was taken aback for a moment, but then he said "um", simple and clear, but extremely firm and unshakable determination.

"Then Dad, my mother and I will give you what you want, and who will give what my mother and I want?"

After Jin Ziqi finished speaking, she hung up the phone. She smiled quietly, and when she turned around, her gaze was indifferent. She got into the car straight away, stepped on the accelerator and rushed away without waiting for the driver, Uncle Xia, to stop her.

The scenery outside the car quickly reversed, the gust of wind pouring in from the window made her skin ache, her feet kept stepping on the accelerator, and the blisters on the soles of her feet squeezed the pedals, the clear pain made her awake enough.

It took her only 15 minutes to complete the half-hour journey. The car drove into the underground parking lot of Shengshihaoting like a roaring beast. After the signing ceremony, the dinner to celebrate the cooperation was held here.

Jin Zhaodong wanted to admit Qiao Nianzhao's identity to the entire upper class at the dinner...

Jin Ziqi laughed at himself in his heart. It turned out that his indifferent temperament was just a disguise of himself over the years. Jin Ziqi had never changed, and he was still the absolute woman who dared to love and hate.

She got out of the car with bare feet, and before she could close the door, she quickly ran towards the elevator in the distance. A bright light suddenly enveloped her body, followed by the sound of brakes piercing the darkness.

Jin Ziqi didn't have time to turn her head to look at anything, she only heard a loud noise.

"Oh!"

A car speeding into the parking lot threw her into the air.

She drew an arc in the air, like floating bubbles, and suddenly burst with a "pop".

fall to the ground...

Four years later, in S City, the prosperous mansion.

As the most luxurious and expensive consumer place in the city, Shengshihaoting is like a huge Times Square, with smooth reddish-brown marble covering the venue, just like a dreamy fairy tale made of red crystals.

Silver tassel-style chandeliers with a length of more than ten meters hang down from the arc-shaped high-altitude top floor, like a pagoda suspended in mid-air.

It is surrounded by countless small white lamps, in the shape of simple flowers, surrounded by tassel chandeliers, and stars arching over the moon, which also shrouds the entire lobby under beautiful bright lights.

The volleying pure white ceiling is inlaid with graceful lace specially used for medieval European courts, and the middle is full of cherubs.

Chubby, with bare buttocks and a pair of pure white wings, he makes all kinds of expressions and poses, but the expression on his face is solemn and not to be profaned.

They are all flying in a common direction, which is the very center of the tassel lamp.

If you are not afraid of the glare of the light and look at the center of the lamp intently, you can see a vague shadow of heaven, and the Virgin Mary and the Son in her arms are quietly guarding there.

This was hand-painted by Song Zhiren, the ruler of the Song family, who spent a huge sum of money to hire a famous Italian painter.

Just a pair of wings for a little angel can run you $10,000+.

Many people are willing to stay under this tassel lamp to calculate the value of this ceiling, and there are also people who are bored and discuss how much money has been invested in this prosperous mansion during their meals.

But in the final analysis, what everyone is most interested in is the financial resources of the Song family represented behind the prosperous palace.

However, so far, no one has guessed the answer to this riddle.

But at this moment, the ceiling fell into a pair of deep and sharp black eyes, staring at it for a long time, showing a cold sharpness between the faces, not appreciative eyes, but also elusive eyes.

No one noticed that there was always a man standing behind the floor-to-ceiling curtain on the second floor.

Wearing a black Italian hand-cut suit, he was tall and straight, with his hands languidly in his trouser pockets.

The shadow cast by the light on the veil refracted on his face, covering his facial features, but it couldn't conceal the powerful aura emanating from his body, like a king overlooking his empire from a height.

The surrounding gauze curtains were pulled open suddenly, revealing his whereabouts and allowing his face to be illuminated by lights.

His facial features are three-dimensional and deep like an ax chisel, and the sharp-edged face is imperceptibly infected with the traces of Westerners' sculpting. The slightly high brow bone and the slightly deep-set eye sockets reveal his mixed-race genes.

Under the high bridge of the nose, there are faint stubbles around the thin lips, making him look a bit decadent and lazy, but it further highlights his maturity and stability, like a glass of red wine that has accumulated over time, getting more and more mellow.

Both the suit jacket and the vest inside were opened wide, and the top two buttons of the collar of the white shirt were also undone casually, like a noble and awe-inspiring sculpture standing in front of the retro fence.

When he was discovered, he didn't show any panic at all. Under the slightly messy short black hair, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked lightly sideways in the direction where the gauze curtains gathered.

A handsome young man in a white slim suit stood opposite him, with one hand raised high, holding the gauze curtain, and the other holding a glass of champagne. The man who rushed over raised his hand, smiling: "Since you have decided to come back, you don't need to think too much about it. Sooner or later, this place will belong to you, Song Qiyan."

(End of this chapter)