The maid wants to turn over, and the rough general can't help but tease

Originally, a sumptuous banquet was prepared for Mr. Fu, but because of the annoying behavior of Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu, the Fu family's banquet was ruined. The old man was in no mood to continue, but he knew that this banquet was hard-earned by his grandchildren, so he didn't say anything, but picked up the exquisite champagne glass handed over by the banquet waiter.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Mr. Fu raised the champagne glass in his hand and said as he looked at the people gathered at the birthday party.

As soon as his powerful voice fell, the originally lively venue immediately quieted down, and then everyone's attention was attracted to Grandpa Fu who was standing on the small stage with his grandchildren.

"Thank you all for coming." Mr. Fu raised his voice slightly, his face was rosy, he didn't look like he was celebrating his 80th birthday. Everyone was stunned to see his rosy face. Last year, Mr. Fu looked like he was dying, but this year, he seemed to be in better health.

What kind of sanatorium did Mr. Fu go to that actually pulled a dying old man back to life? What they didn’t know was that after Mr. Fu took the blood-replenishing pill given by Song Yan, he was healthier and more energetic than a year ago.

"My grandchildren prepared this little feast for their old dad and I can't express how grateful I am for all the effort they put into it..."

"It seems like you're living well in the Fu family?" Song Yan didn't like being in the spotlight for a long time, so she stood next to the stage, waiting for Mr. Fu to finish speaking, and then she heard the voice that she didn't want to hear at all.

She turned her head to look at the woman standing behind her, and wanted to put her hand on Chu Lian's neck. Chu Lian was wearing a royal blue dress with her tail trailing behind her and falling on the ground. She had a sly smile on her lips, looking at Song Yan, who was looking at her with calm eyes. She shook her head slightly, brushed away the strands of hair that fell on her eyes, and then smiled and said to Song Yan: "What's wrong? You don't look very happy to see me."

"Mrs. Chu, seeing me happy makes me happy too." Song Yan crossed her arms, turned sideways, and looked at the woman beside her with a smile, "Where's your husband? Is he looking for investors for a business plan that is about to fail?"

Song Wanglei simply does not have the intelligence to control such a large company. Letting him take Song Dongming's position is tantamount to letting Seagull fly a plane perfectly. Although he knows a little about running a company, he lacks the ability. Long-term investment losses have made the Song Group slowly get worse and worse.

But his arrogance prevented him from accepting the fact that he was inferior to his brother.

Chu Lian also knew something about this. Song Yan's words hit her in the face. The smile on her face froze instantly. She squinted her eyes and looked at Song Yan with disgust. "Do you think you won? Do you think you can escape from my grasp by breaking free of the Borrowed Luck Array? Song Yan, you are still very naive, just like your mother."

Chu Lian deliberately mentioned Song Yan's mother in order to make Song Yan lose control. After all, now that she knew that she was the murderer of that bitch, she would definitely be unhappy to hear her mention that woman. If Song Yan lost control, she could make fun of the girl whose wings had hardened.

But Song Yan was unexpectedly not angry. Instead, she curled her lips and smiled, "You're right, I haven't won yet."

But for some reason, these two words made Chu Lian's heart beat violently. Looking at Song Yan who was looking at her with a smile, she swallowed her saliva and pretended to be very brave and said, "That's great, you know--"

"I will only win when I see you wither and die like my mother." Before Chu Lian finished her words, Song Yan interrupted her, her expression cold and indifferent, which suppressed Chu Lian's courage again. Song Yan took a step forward, looked into Chu Lian's eyes, smiled, and sneered: "I can't say I am the winner until I see you die with my own eyes, Chu Lian, just like my mother... little by little, until your resentment reaches its peak, and you want to kill me, but you can never touch me. I want to make you feel that kind of despair. Only in this way, I will be the winner of this game between you and me."

She lowered her head, looked into Chu Lian's eyes, and smiled, "I'm looking forward to it."