Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Zhu Xiasuo looked around the living room but didn't see Aunt Zhao.

She stood in front of the large sofa and stretched. She was not used to the sudden force she had just used.

After the activity, she bent down and reached for the snacks on the crystal table, threw them into her mouth, chewed and swallowed them into her stomach before leisurely walking to the kitchen. At this point, the soup would be cooked for several hours, and it would be just in time for a midnight snack.

Sure enough, the delicious aroma of soup wafted out from the kitchen. Zhu Xia stood at the kitchen door and saw soup simmering on the stove, with steam rising.

She walked in and stood beside the shiny operating table. Aunt Zhao heard the noise and turned around to look at her.

Zhu Xia glanced over curiously and asked, "What are you stewing? It smells so good."

"I stewed some fish maw and lily to nourish my body," said Aunt Zhao.

Zhu Xia subconsciously looked at her arm, pinched it with her five fingers, and motioned to Aunt Zhao to see, "There's a lot of flesh."

Aunt Zhao was amused by her: "What's this little bit of meat?"

Zhu Xia pondered for a moment, his lacquered eyes turned, and asked, "Is there anything I can eat to grow muscles?"

Aunt Zhao turned down the heat and said with a smile, "Muscles are not gained by eating, they are gained by exercise."

She took a bowl and scooped some for Zhu Xia first. When Zhu Xia wanted to take it, she patted the back of his hand and said, "Go outside."

Zhu Xia had no choice but to walk to the restaurant, sit down, and wait for Aunt Zhao to put the bowl in front of her.

Zhu Xia asked Aunt Zhao to eat together, but Aunt Zhao shook her head and said that she cooked it specially for him.

Zhu Xia scooped up the soup with a spoon, looking a little absent-minded. She listened to Aunt Zhao talking about the old house, saying that health is the capital of revolution, and that she should eat well and rest well... Zhu Xia took it to heart and occasionally said:

"Aunt Zhao, I'll call you Kanye from now on."

"Why are you still making fun of me, kid?" Aunt Zhao smiled helplessly.

Rich people in Beijing are called Kuan Ye, those who like to chat are called Kan Ye, and small merchants doing business are called Daoer Ye.

I wish Xia Xiaoxiao.

She slowly finished a bowl of fish maw and lily bulbs, and at the end asked, "Would you like some snacks? I'll take some to the greenhouse."

Aunt Zhao said yes, and took a lunch box with snacks and pastries and brought it to her.

Zhu Xia left the restaurant carrying a lunch box, and heard conversation before she even reached the living room.

"You said that the wound on your face was caused by Xia Xia?" Wen Qianhui's voice remained the same as before. As she was used to big scenes, her tone was always gentle and polite without losing her dignity.

"Apart from her, who else would dare to be so arrogant in the old house." Song Chengyun said this with a weak momentum and in a very low voice because Song Chengyu was present.

Zhu Xia saw Song Chengyu, who was originally sitting leisurely on the sofa, slowly move his gaze and accurately fall on her.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Wen Qianhui also looked over.

"Second Aunt." Zhu Xia walked towards them calmly.

The servant was treating Song Chengyun's wound and applying ointment. When Song Chengyun saw Zhu Xia, his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably and he gasped in pain.

"Second aunt, you have to make the decision for me. If Zhu Xia dares to attack me in the old house today, he will make a scene in the Song family tomorrow." Song Chengyun glared at Zhu Xia.

Wen Qianhui was not affected by his words. She looked at Zhu Xia with sharp eyes and asked, "Xia Xia, what's going on?"

Zhu Xia faced Second Aunt's penetrating gaze without bias, put the lunch box on the table, and said frankly, "I did it."

The incandescent light of the crystal chandelier fell overhead, pouring down on the little girl like a stream of light, as if giving her a thin layer of cold light, making her skin look more like jade, as white as snow, and as beautiful as a flower.

Zhu Xia grew up in the Song family since she was a child, and she is definitely not a girl who is submissive and allows herself to be bullied.

Even if she gave up her identity as a rich lady and the background of the Song family, she still had the confidence.

Wen Qianhui likes such courageous girls.

Children of aristocratic families should have backbone and integrity.

But Zhu Xia is aloof, distant and indifferent.

Wen Qianhui has been in politics for many years and has met all kinds of people.

There are only two possible outcomes for people with too strong a personality.

1. Step on everyone. 2. Be stepped on by everyone.

As for beating up Song Chengyun, Wen Qianhui believed that Zhu Xia was capable of doing it, and she also believed that she would be able to take responsibility for it.

Wen Qianhui was not surprised to hear Zhu Xia's answer.

Song Chengyu leaned his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, with his thumb and index finger against his temple, and his eyes still looked at the graceful girl with a little tenderness.

She admitted it!

Song Chengyun was so excited that he moved his head, which affected the wound on his face and he hissed several times.

Wen Qianhui remained calm. She raised her hand and gently gestured downward, asking Zhu Xia to sit down and talk.

"Come and sit here." Song Chengyu suddenly spoke, tilted his head and pointed to the seat next to him.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

How could Wen Qianhui and Song Chengyun not see through it.

Every time Zhu Xia got into trouble and the Song and Wen families wanted to scold her, Song Chengyu would openly protect Zhu Xia even though he knew the truth.

"Thank you, third brother. But no need, I'll just stand here. I have to deliver snacks to grandpa and uncle later, so I can't delay too long." Zhu Xia said slowly.

Song Chengyun's face changed. Looking at her calmness as if she had won, he felt angry. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly met Song Chengyu's eyes. He was immediately frozen in place as if a plate of ice water was poured on him.

Wen Qianhui glanced at her son. They had just discussed marriage not long ago, and the result was no different from the past. She collected her thoughts, looked up at Zhu Xia, and said:

"That's great. I don't think I need to waste my words. Just briefly explain the whole story."

Zhu Xia's clever mouth can turn black into white. Song Chengyun has seen this before, and this time he decided to take the initiative:

"I found out that Zhu Xia had a gigolo outside, and she got angry and attacked me!"

The room suddenly became silent.

Wen Qianhui looked Zhu Xia up and down, but the little girl's expression did not change at all.

Seeing that no one spoke, Song Chengyun became flustered: "Do you still want to deny it?!"

"You said I was raising a gigolo, I admit it." Zhu Xia looked at Song Chengyun with a friendly smile, "Then if I hit you, you should admit it too."

Song Chengyun's face became increasingly ugly.

What kind of twisted logic is this? Is this an admission or a denial? ! It's really confusing.

Wen Qianhui's eyes were always on Zhu Xia's face, examining her expression inquiringly.

Got nothing.

"Zhu Xia, you are too arrogant! This is the Song family. How dare you say such shameless words in front of Second Aunt and Third Brother!" Song Chengyun shouted, "You..."

A sneer suddenly rang out from the living room, breaking the suspicion and stopping the argument.

Song Chengyu raised his sword-like eyebrows leisurely, and his cold eyes pierced Song Chengyun's eyebrows like a sharp sword:

"You still know that this is the Song family?"

Song Chengyun's face turned pale immediately and his back felt cold.

"Xia Xia is my fiancée, your third sister-in-law. How can you call her Zhu Xia?"

Song Chengyu's voice was clear as usual, but it contained a hint of murderous intent.