“Come out for a second, the husband and wife are looking for you.”
The nanny's contemptuous voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
Song Zhi opened the door and saw the nanny looking at her contemptuously.
The other party didn't even treat her like a lady.
Song Zhi ignored her and just heard her curse behind her back, “Bah! You'll be kicked out of the Song family sooner or later.”
Song Zhi took two steps and turned around to give the nanny a heavy slap.
The nanny was stunned. “You little brat, what did you do!”
Song Zhi showed a cold face. “You came here to be a nanny. If you can't learn the rules, you'd better get out of here.”
“There won't be a next time.”
“What are you so smug about? You really think you're a young mistress. There's only one young mistress in the Song family, and you're just a country girl. You're not worthy of the Song family!”
"Please remember, no matter what, my surname is Song. It's easy to fire a nanny.” Song Zhi gave her a steady look.
Seeing the other person's eyes slightly avoiding hers, she turned around and left.
Before she even reached the living room, she caught a glimpse of “a family that loves each other”.
Mrs. Song was comforting Song Wenrou.
Song Zhi's father was glaring at her.
He knocked on the table and his authoritative voice resounded, “Come here and apologize to Qingqing.”
This kind of indiscriminate way of convicting her right away really made people feel strange and disgusted.
Song Zhi stood still.
She was in the wrong, so what was there to apologize for?
She had never even entered Song Ruanru's room; it was Song Ruanru who had deliberately set her up.
Seeing her stubborn expression, Song Ruanru's anger shot up. “Song Zhi, I'll say it again, apologize to her!”
“Forget it, Father. My sister didn't do it on purpose. That should be my sister's room, so let's give it to her.”
Song Qingqing lowered her head, concealing her smugness, biting her lip and speaking in a small voice.
Her flustered appearance in the eyes of the Song family members aroused their pity even more.
Mrs. Song patted the back of her hand and turned to Song Zhi when she looked at her, her eyes becoming disgusted:
“I didn't bring you back here to show off! It's good that you're my daughter, but Qingqing has lived with me for 18 years, and the feelings involved cannot be changed by you casually.”
"In this family, you have to behave with your tail between your legs and put away the petty-mindedness of your former life in the slums! and do less dishonorable things.“
”I only said a few words to her, venting my anger gently, and she came at me like a dog, biting me. Who knows if she's sick or not, she's filthy.” Song Huizhou agreed, his disgust already evident in his eyes.
Song Zhi laughed on the side, unable to hold back.
In her previous life, she worshipped them as gods who had rescued her from the garbage dump.
No matter how they trampled on her dignity, she put up with it.
In the end, this group of people just treated her like a plaything.
Song Zhi laughed lightly and looked directly at Madam Song, “So why did you pick me up?”
“Since you want the Lin family's stake in my hands, you'd better keep your tail between your legs and stop showing off with me.”
These words instantly ignited Madam Song, who was simmering with anger inside.
Those two old fools from the Lin family actually left their shares to a brat!
Back then, I had begged on my knees, but they were still hell-bent on their way.
She should have died long ago!
Fortunately, she left behind a heart.
The account number to which the annual dividends were credited was her account, so over the years, ten billion yuan has been credited.
She used all this money to gently cultivate it, pouring in a lot of effort and money.
Therefore, she absolutely will not allow Song Qingqing to suffer any injustice.
Mrs. Song walked over to Song Zhi, her face twisted, and pointed at her nose, warning, “Mind your place.”
Song Zhi spat out a sound, lifting her eyes, “You're so protective of Song Qingqing, people who don't know would think you gave birth to her.”
Song Zhi clearly saw Mrs. Song's eyes flicker twice, and there was a moment of panic in her expression.
“Nonsense, I don't know what you're talking about,” Mrs. Song snorted, turning her face away, subconsciously concealing the emotions in her eyes.
Song Zhi glanced at Song Fu's head.
I'm afraid it hasn't grown into a green meadow yet.
“What are you nervous about?” Song Zhi obviously didn't want to let her off the hook.
Song Fu took a few sharp breaths and said slightly irritated, “Lock her up and don't let her out of the room without my permission!”
“What? Am I right?” Song Zhi unhurriedly broke free from the butler's restraint and looked at her.
Mrs. Song glared at her viciously.
This Song Zhi, how suddenly she is so eloquent.
Song Zhi looked at Song's father and said, “I suggest you investigate their relationship, you may be pleasantly surprised.”
Song's father was naturally suspicious, and she believed that these words would surely plant a seed of doubt in his mind.
"Zhengsheng, don't listen to her nonsense. This girl grew up with unsavory people and learned all kinds of deceitful tricks. She is deliberately trying to drive a wedge between us,” Mrs. Song could not wait to explain.
“Growing up in the slums can only...”
Before Song Zhi could finish her sentence, she heard an indifferent and low voice from outside the door.