Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

At this time, I heard the manager continue to say: "Take out all the new models from the warehouse that are not available in the future, and pack them for Ms. Song."

Song Shiyu was already very angry, but her face turned green when she heard his words: "What do you mean?"

The manager pretended to be surprised: "Hey, didn't you just mention all the clothes in our store?"

Song Shiyu's face turned dark, but she said it by herself. There were so many people watching, and some even recorded videos with their mobile phones. If she backtracked, she could imagine what was waiting for her.

The manager is busy with accounts.

"Miss Song, the new models from the warehouse have just arrived. I will give you a total of 720 million according to the purchase price. The store will give you a 230% discount, and the total will be [-] million."

"How is it possible!" Song Shiyu pointed to the clothes that the shopping guide had just brought in, and said with a look of astonishment, "There are only a few styles of these clothes in total, how can they be so expensive!"

"Miss Song, the new models are all co-branded with the designer, so they are a bit more expensive." The manager replied unhurriedly.

Song Shiyu was so angry that she was about to vomit blood. She was used to being extravagant, and there was not much money left from her own earnings, and all she used was money from his father's company.

But now the more than 1000 million yuan is undoubtedly worse for the Song family.

Thinking about it, Song Shiyu's eyes fell on Song Qingzhu.

"Sister, you are also father's daughter after all, are you just watching me being cheated?"

Song Qingzhu had a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold, "So you still remember that I am the daughter of the Song family. I thought I was an irrelevant outsider, so you just throw it away and sell it whenever you want."

She made it clear that she didn't intend to help herself anymore!Song Shiyu glared at her, and said in a low voice, "Are you going to see the Song family go bankrupt?"

"What does your Song family's bankruptcy have to do with me?" Song Qingzhu asked her back, his eyes full of coldness.

Everyone in the Song family is virtuous, Song Shiyu is like this, and so is her so-called father Song Yaoguang.

"Okay!" Song Shiyu was obviously very angry, pointing at Song Qingzhu's hand trembling, "You remember what I said today, and I will ask my father to sever the father-daughter relationship with you when I go back."

"Go, go." Song Qingzhu waved his hand indifferently. To her, the Song family was simply a dispensable existence.

Song Shiyu was still about to talk, but the manager over there had already walked over, "Miss Song, you only have more than 400 million on this card, is the rest in cash or by card?"

Cash or card?

Song Shiyu's face was ugly, Song Qingzhu didn't get in, and she had no money, what should I do now?
"Miss Song, cash or credit card?" The manager asked again.

Song Shiyu's face was pale and uncertain, if she didn't give the money today, she would lose all face, and she wouldn't have to hang out in the upper class circle in the future.

Suddenly, Song Shiyu's eyes lit up, and she took out a certificate of title from her bag, "Take this as a mortgage first, and I'll exchange it later when I get the money."

This was given to her by her father in the morning, and she was asked to keep it safe. She went shopping after leaving the company, and she hadn't had time to go home to store it.

Rong Jingchen glanced at the document on tiptoe, grinned, and unceremoniously took it from Song Shiyu's hand, "Well~ I can barely comfort this young master's wounded heart."

Song Qingzhu glanced at it. This Song Shiyu is really bold. This is the property right certificate of the Song Corporation building, which is related to the survival of the Song Corporation. She did not expect that she would sell the Song Corporation just for the sake of her own face.

One dares to give, the other dares to sell...

Song Yaoguang is also big-hearted, he dared to hand over such an important thing to Song Shiyu. When he knew the truth, he wondered if he would kill Song Shiyu, his precious daughter, but all of this had nothing to do with her.

The manager ordered the shopping guide to pack, and then asked Song Qingzhu's home address, but Song Qingzhu said, "I can't even wear so many clothes, so let's hang them here and continue selling."

Song Qingzhu's understatement made Song Shiyu so angry, what do you mean?She spent more than 1000 million to buy these clothes!
A farce has been tossing for a long time, Lin You has already come up, seeing everything in his eyes.

But Ms. Song solved it by herself, Master Jiu's worry was completely superfluous.

Lin You thought about it, and said something to the manager in a low voice. The manager waved his hand, and several tall security guards walked towards Song Shiyu.

Seeing them approaching, Song Shiyu hurriedly backed away and scolded in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Ms. Song, please go out, Maoye Mall will not welcome you in the future." Lin You had a standard smirk on his face.

The security guards got the order, one person with one arm, and just like this, they forked Song Shiyu out.

Song Qingzhu took away the dress he bought, bought some needed things with Rong Jingchen, and went back.

In the car, Rong Jingchen held Song Shiyu's mortgaged property rights certificate, with a smirk on his face, "Xiao Qingqing, I didn't expect you to be tricked by me at home, and the ability to cheat people when you go out is not weak~"

Song Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, and he flicked his forehead with his fingers, "You little guy, you don't know who to learn from, your uncle is much more open and aboveboard than you."

"Really?" Rong Jingchen looked at her with his head tilted, with a meaningful smile on his face, "That's because you don't know my uncle yet."

Lin You, who was driving in front, frowned. Didn't they know that there was surveillance in this car?I'm afraid that at this time Master Jiu has heard all of their words verbatim, right?

When Song Qingzhu and the two returned to the house, it was already past lunch time. The two of them simply ate and went back to the room to rest. When they woke up again, it was almost evening.

Song Qingzhu glanced at the phone, and there was an invitation letter in the mailbox. When he opened it, he found that it was an invitation letter for an art exhibition.

Raising his eyebrows, Song Qingzhu closed the mailbox.The opening time of the art exhibition is this weekend, so it's not impossible to go.

It's time for dinner, but Song Qingzhu walked out without the housekeeper knocking on the door.

The living room was brightly lit, but there was no sign of the housekeeper.

"Xiao Qingqing, are you hungry too?" Rong Jingchen complained softly while rubbing his stomach.

The two looked at each other, Song Qingzhu pointed to the kitchen, "Butler Rong doesn't seem to be here."

Rong Jingchen pursed his lips, and ran towards the study with his calves.

"Uncle, where is Rong Guan's family?"

When Rong Jingchen came in, Rong Junchu seemed to have just finished a meeting, and pinched his brows wearily.

"Butler Rong has something to go back home for a long time. Let's cook it by myself today. I'll go out to eat later."

Rong Jingchen exited the room with an "oh" and walked to the living room, a pair of big eyes darted around Song Qingzhu.

"Butler Rong asked for leave this afternoon to go back. Uncle asked us to burn it ourselves."

"I burn it?" Song Qingzhu pointed at himself. She was skilled enough to perform surgery, but wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing for her to cook?
Under Song Qingzhu's surprised gaze, Rong Jingchen nodded and added, "Uncle said, he will come out for dinner later."