Kick out the Phoenix man and marry the richest man!

Song Shuning got into his car, fastened his seat belt, and was about to leave the parking lot when the phone rang.

"Shuning, I have other jade artifacts. How about we exchange them?" It really took a lot of effort to get this!

"No, Dad, I think this one is good. If you think you want to give me something else, I'll come and get it next time. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

Song Shuning didn't give Old Song any chance and hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

What a joke! I've already got what I wanted, how can I send it back now?

Song Weidong looked at the beeping cell phone and slumped weakly in the boss chair.

Hasn't Song Shuning become more obedient?

Why does she take my things as if it’s her own thing now? Even before she went to the Meng family, she was not so arrogant.

Song Shuning had never been so arrogant before, which was why he was bullied by Song Jingxi.

However, this time when she returned to the Song family and had a meal, she finally realized that Song Weidong had never shown any affection for her. If she was useful, he would treat her well. Otherwise, even if there was something he didn't like about her, he would treat her in the harshest way.

Naturally, there was no need for her to be as timid as before.

Song Shuning put on headphones and called Zhou Jinxia and Meng Jingze respectively on the way back, telling them that he had found the right one and thanking them for their help.

Meng Jingze was a little curious about where Song Shuning got the channel in such a short time.

"I stole it from Lao Song."

Meng Jingze was delighted when he heard this. "Great! As a father, he can't just give his daughter nothing when she gets married."

If Song Weidong were here, he would be furious after hearing this. Why didn't he give me 15% of the shares? Do you know how much that is?

After hearing this, Song Shuning just smiled and didn't answer.

Meng Jingze had a very close relationship with his aunt Meng Zhao, Song Shuning's mother, since he was a child. So when Song Weidong remarried not long after Meng Zhao passed away in an accident, Meng Jingze was very angry.

If his mother hadn't persuaded him, he would have rushed to the Song family and scolded him regardless of age.

When Meng Zhao's brother, Song Shuning's uncle, knew all this, he could only sneer and never attended the Song family's banquets again.

Everyone in the Meng family had a very bad impression of Song Weidong, so when Meng Jingze heard that Song Shuning had taken advantage of Song Weidong, he became extremely excited.

Zhou Jinxia and Meng Jingze had similar attitudes. When they heard that this antique was obtained from Song Weidong, they immediately applauded.

"He has been partial to me for so many years, so it's nothing for him to give out such a small amount."

"Old Song would be so angry to death if he heard you say that." Song Shuning smiled.

"Don't disbelieve me. I would dare to say it even if he was in front of me."

"I believe it. I believe it too much. Wasn't you like that at Song Jingxi's birthday party? Xia Xia is mighty."

"As long as you know."

On the way back, Song Shuning was in a good mood. She felt like she had finally escaped from a bad state.

With a clear mind and sharp senses, she can pay attention to every bit of beauty that passes by.

This feeling is really wonderful.

This feeling continued until Song Shuning went upstairs.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Ling Ruiyuan sitting on the sofa.

Ling Ruiyuan turned around and looked at her when he heard the voice.

Song Shuning froze, and the antique box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

I was so busy with the gifts this afternoon that I forgot about the stupid things I said.

Ling Ruiyuan saw her like this and didn't say much, "Did you go out just now?"

"Yes." Song Shuning adjusted her expression, "I have the gift for the old man." She raised the box in her hand.

"Actually, I'll just prepare it."

"My feelings." Song Shuning seemed to suddenly feel a little angry for some reason, and the way she spoke began to move closer to Ling Ruiyuan.

Ling Ruiyuan never expected that one day he would be boomeranged by this concise form of speaking.

But he almost instinctively felt that Song Shuning seemed to be angry.

He walked quickly to Song Shuning and took the box. "I understand. I'm just worried that you're working too hard."

After all, the Ling family is not an ordinary family. It is not easy to prepare a suitable gift for the old man. The old man is knowledgeable and has seen all kinds of valuable things. They can only prepare some things that money cannot buy.

It is naturally difficult to find such a thing. In fact, he has been prepared for this moment for a long time.

Song Shuning then realized that she was now a little close to Ling Ruiyuan, and his words could easily make people think about bad things.

She immediately smiled again, "It's not that troublesome actually." She took a step back, "This was given to me by Lao Song. He said it's quite valuable."

"Mr. Song?" Ling Ruiyuan had never expected that this thing was made by Song Weidong. Song Weidong had always been mean to Shu Ning, but he didn't ask any more questions now. "Then I will thank Mr. Song another day."

"No need," Song Shuning pretended to be relaxed and walked around Ling Ruiyuan into the living room, "But he wants the parents of both families to meet."

Song Shuning sat on the sofa and looked at Ling Ruiyuan who was still standing at the door with the box in his hand. "Is your house convenient? If not, I'll talk to him."

"It's not inconvenient." Ling Ruiyuan put the antique box on the coffee table. "How about next week?"

"Yes...okay." Song Shuning saw Ling Ruiyuan put his things down and sit next to her again.

She clearly didn't feel anything was wrong before, but now whenever Ling Ruiyuan got close to her, she felt uncomfortable.

Especially the side of the body close to Ling Ruiyuan will feel a little itchy and numb.

"Have you had dinner?" Song Shuning jumped up. "It's already dinner time without me noticing. I'm a little hungry."

"I'll help you." Ling Ruiyuan also followed Song Shuning into the kitchen.

Song Shuning was inwardly exclaiming, "No, no, you are so busy every day, just go to the study and take care of your work."

Ling Ruiyuan did not move, and seemed to want to help.

"You have never been in the kitchen before, and you don't know anything about it. It will delay our meal time. Next time, when I have time, I will ask you to help me again?"

Song Shuning quickly made up another excuse.

Ling Ruiyuan sighed, and understood that Song Shuning didn't want to work with him, so he could only go into the study room helplessly.

Zhou Mufeng clearly said that Song Shuning's words meant that she was interested in him and they should create more opportunities to be together.

However, he looked towards the kitchen again and realized that she didn't give him this chance at all.