So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Chapter 231 Mrs. Song! The clown is actually Xie Qian herself

Song Jingcheng carried Shen He all the way through the cloakroom and came to the small study behind the master's bedroom.

He placed Shen He on the desk, and impatiently swept away the pens and documents on the desk, pressing Shen He down on the desk.

Shen He leaned over, grabbed Song Jingcheng's arm and exclaimed, "Boss Song, don't do this. It's not good if someone sees us."

Song Jingcheng got into the role in a second and acted with her: "It's okay, your husband is on a business trip."

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one will know."

After saying that, Song Jingcheng ripped off Shen He's outermost silk shawl, lowered his head and bit her snow-white shoulder, leaving a very obvious tooth mark.

Shen He cried out in pain, "Boss Song, are you born in the year of the dog?"

Song Jingcheng sneered, "What should we do? This mark won't go away for ten days or half a month, and your husband will be back tonight."

"Aren't you afraid of being seen by him?"

Shen He: “…”

"The script is well written." Shen He smiled and grabbed Song Jingcheng's grapes, with fierce eyes, and asked him: "Have you played it? Are you familiar with it?"

Song Jingcheng endured the pain and tried to please her while clarifying: "I've rehearsed it many times in my mind." I haven't played it before, but I've thought about it many times.

Shen He chuckled softly, wrapped her long legs around Song Jingcheng's waist again, and pulled him in front of her by his tie...

Enough of the nonsense. Song Jingcheng's shirt was already wrinkled and his tie needed ironing.

The golden tie clip was finally clipped by Song Jingcheng on Shen He's hair.

...

Shen He dozed off in bed for a while, and only got up and washed after ten o'clock.

She was dressed somewhat formally today, a black cheongsam skirt that accentuated her graceful body curves in a seductive and sexy way.

Her long hair was half tied up and half let down, with an ebony hairpin inserted in the bun, and the hairpin was decorated with a piece of imperial green.

The moment Shen He came down the stairs, all the servants in the room couldn't help but look sideways.

Noticing that the room was quiet for a moment, Song Jingcheng couldn't help but look up and follow the servants' gaze.

Seeing Shen He coming down the spiral staircase, Song Jingcheng's eyes lit up.

Song Jingcheng picked up the black tea in front of him and took two sips tactically. When Shen He came to sit beside him, he praised in a normal tone: "You look very good in cheongsam."

"Really? This was custom-made by an old tailor when I went with my grandma last time."

As he was speaking, the voice of the gate guard came from the intercom on Xie Jin's waist: "Brother Xie, a car with license plate number Qing CXXX has applied for passage."

Xie Jin said, "It's a guest's car, let it go."

After that, Xie Jin turned off the intercom and went into the living room, then he lowered his hand and told Song Jingcheng, "Boss, Madam, Uncle Xie and the others are here."

"You go and meet the guests."

Xie Jin nodded, turned around and went out to meet someone.

Song Jingcheng and Shen He stood up and moved to the reception room in the west.

This is a semi-open reception room, connected to the backyard, from which you can enjoy the back garden.

In this season, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the clusters of flowers are pleasing to the eye.

Three fat cats were lying in the pavilion in the middle of the garden basking in the sun.

Seeing Song Jingcheng and Shen He, the fat cat named Chengbao walked into the living room with an elegant and calm pace, with its tail erect, and jumped onto Shen He's legs.

Shen He quickly picked up Chengbao, brought its head close to her and kissed it, and warned Chengbao: "Chengbao, be good and don't scratch your mother's skirt."

She really liked this skirt. It was her first time wearing it today, but she didn't want Chengbao to scratch it.

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng reached out and took Chengbao from Shen He and held him in his arms.

He rubbed Chengbao's ears and said, "Their nails have grown sharp again. It's time to trim them."

"Aunt Qin." Song Jingcheng shouted to Aunt Qin, "Bring me the cat's nail clippers."

Aunt Qin quickly brought the tools.

These three kittens were raised by Song Jingcheng himself, and he also trimmed their paw hair and toenails himself.

Shen He stared at Song Jingcheng who was carefully cutting the cat's nails, and suddenly said, "You will definitely be a qualified and excellent dad in the future."

Song Jingcheng said: "The nanny is in place, just waiting for you to give birth to a baby for me."

...

Xie Qian followed her father and, under the guidance of Xie Jin, walked into the main hall of Jiuxing Mansion, turned a corner, and came to the reception room on the west side.

"Boss, Madam, Uncle Xie and Miss Xie are here."

Xie Jin's call of "Madam" startled Xie Qian so much that she forgot to adjust her facial expression.

lady?

Mr. Song is actually married!

Xie Qian looked at the woman in the black cheongsam who had her back to her.

Even from her back, it was clear that she was a young woman with a good temperament and dignified manner. The part of her neck exposed outside the neckline of her cheongsam was even more slender and white.

Mr. Song’s wife must be the daughter of a wealthy family.

Xie Qian pursed her lips unconsciously.

"Mr. Song, Madam, good morning." Uncle Xie placed the two bottles of wine he brought on the table in front of Song Jingcheng.

He said, "This is the rice wine brewed by my relatives in Xiangxi. I brought it for Mr. and Mrs. Song to taste."

"Uncle Xie, you are so polite." Song Jingcheng gestured to Xie Jin, "Take the wine."

Then he said to Aunt Qin, "Aunt Qin, serve tea to Uncle Xie and Miss Xie."

Uncle Xie smiled shyly, then he realized that his daughter had been standing there blankly without saying a word, so he quietly pulled Xie Qian's sleeve.

Coming back to her senses, Xie Xi pushed her daughter's arm with the gift she brought and reminded her: "Xixi, call someone quickly."

Xie Qian came back to her senses, retracted her gaze from Shen He's back, and respectfully greeted Song Jingcheng: "Hello, Mr. Song."

"Thanks to Mr. Song, I received a lot of well-intentioned help during my years abroad, and I avoided many detours."

After saying that, Xie Qian bowed respectfully to Song Jingcheng, a very standard 90-degree bow. "Mr. Song, I will always remember your kindness. In the future, I will definitely do my best to repay you."

Song Jingcheng said nothing.

Xie Qian just kept bowing.

Song Jingcheng held Chengbao in his arms and stroked Chengbao's cat head from time to time.

Chengbao was also well behaved. He lay on his chest without scratching or making any noise, and even closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

After a moment, Song Jingcheng chuckled and said, "It's been a few years since we last met. Xixi has grown into a big girl. She can speak in a variety of ways, like an adult now."

Xie Qian wasn't sure what Song Jingcheng meant by this, and didn't dare to say anything.

Xie Qian has always been in awe of Song Jingcheng.

No matter how proud she was, she would not dare to show off in front of Song Jingcheng.

Song Jingcheng pointed to the solid wood sofa chair opposite and said with a smile, "Uncle Xie, Xixi, please take a seat."

Uncle Xie quickly pulled Xie Qian to sit down.

Xie Qian sat at the end of the long table, facing Shen He sideways.

After sitting down, Xie Qian finally got a clear look at the mysterious Mrs. Song.

She has a delicate forehead, beautiful eyebrows, bright almond eyes, and a delicate and flawless face with a little makeup. Isn't this the Miss Shen who accompanied Taotao to see her yesterday?

At this moment, Xie Qian belatedly remembered what Taotao said yesterday -

[Sister Shen He and Uncle Song have already obtained their marriage certificate.]

Could it be that the Uncle Song that Taotao mentioned is Song Jingcheng?

Shen He is Song Jingcheng's wife?

As if to verify Xie Qian's guess, Song Jingcheng put Chengbao on the ground, looked at Shen He with a smile, and introduced her to Xie Qian: "I forgot to introduce you, this is my wife Shen He."

Song Jingcheng held Shen He's hand, as if showing off a treasure, and said proudly: "My wife is an architectural designer, and she has won an international authoritative designer award."

"She is now the boss of three companies and is in charge of the family's finances."

Song Jingcheng said that these were indeed exaggerated.

But his words put Shen He in the position of the mistress of the Song family.

This was also telling Xie Qian and Uncle Xie that Shen He was not his captive canary, a delicate little white flower, but a capable and competent woman.

When Xie Qian heard what Song Jingcheng said, she felt like something was stuck in her throat.

Yesterday, she even slandered Shen He as a gold-digger who relied on selling her body to get ahead.

Who knew that the clown was actually herself!

"Mrs. Song." Xie Qian tried to hide her embarrassment and smiled reluctantly. She said, "When we met yesterday, why didn't Mrs. Song mention your relationship with Mr. Song?"

Tsk.

This little green tea girl actually blames herself for not revealing her identity?

Shen He smiled faintly.

She picked up the cup of tea in front of her and blew on it, then said lightly, "I'm sorry, I haven't heard Jingcheng mention it before, and I didn't know he had a child who was an artist, so I didn't have a chance to explain it to you."

Xie Qian was stunned when she heard this.

Was Shen He mocking her for being a nobody?

Mr. Song was too lazy to even mention a minor character like her. Shen He didn't know who Xie Qian was, so why should he explain her identity to her?

After a brief exchange of words, Xie Qian realized that Mrs. Song was not easy to deal with.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Qian suppressed her anger and frustration, and suddenly took out a beautifully wrapped rectangular gift box from her bag.

"Mr. Song, this is a small gift from me."

She pushed the gift box in front of Song Jingcheng and expressed her gratitude sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your recommendation back then."

This gift was carefully prepared by Xie Qian. She bought it for Song Jingcheng at the mall after she got her first income from her debut.

"You also prepared a gift for me?" Song Jingcheng opened the gift box in front of Shen He.

Inside is a black Seiko fountain pen, a unisex style that perfectly matches Song Jingcheng's temperament. It is a practical little gift.

"It's a good sum."

Song Jingcheng put the pen back into the box and pushed it to Shen He's finger: "Wife, don't you want to practice signing with a fountain pen recently? How about using this?"

"Okay." Shen He accepted the pen generously.

Seeing this, a hint of resentment flashed across Xie Qian's eyes.

"Uncle Xie and Xixi rarely come here, so please have lunch before leaving." Song Jingcheng took the initiative to speak, not to keep them, but to notify them.

Uncle Xie had no choice but to agree.

There was still half an hour before the meal, and Xie Qian said she wanted to go play with the cats, and Song Jingcheng said, "My cats are shy, so let my wife go with you."

Shen He took Xie Qian to play with the cat.

Three cats, three personalities.

Rouqiu is a lazy cat who eats and sleeps a lot, Miaomiao is a smart and alert kitten, and Chengbao is the cutest and most lovable one.

Xie Qian subconsciously reached out to hug Chengbao.

But Chengbao quickly jumped off the table, circled around Shen He's legs, and went up to the third floor along the cat climbing frame in the corner.

Shen He stared at Cheng Bao, who was moving swiftly, and said to Xie Qian, "Sorry, Cheng Bao recognizes his master. He is a cool little thing and does not allow strangers to touch him."

After saying that, Shen He picked up the fattest ball of meat and gave it to Xie Qian, "This cat is stupid, anyone can touch it, Miss Xie, hold it."

Xie Qian sneered and reached out to take the ball of meat.

Xie Qian pinched Rouqiu's little ears and couldn't help but sigh: "My dad always said that Mr. Song was a serious person. I never thought that Mr. Song would like small animals like cats."

It sounds like their family has a very close relationship with Song Jingcheng.