The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

"Oh!"

The living room floor was littered with broken glass, porcelain, and tea leaves spilled from a tea canister. The tea leaves mixed with the muddy water in the vase, leaving a long stain on the floor.

Song Zhiji stood at the door, his face grim, watching the woman in front of him go crazy without saying a word.

An hour ago, the woman barged in alone, shouting, "Get Song Chengfeng out here to see me."

The maid told the woman that Song Chengfeng had gone to a banquet that evening and had not yet returned.

The woman did not leave after hearing this; instead, she started smashing the furnishings in the room.

The maid stepped forward to stop her, but was slapped several times and begged for mercy in fear.

Song Zhiji was looking at recipes upstairs when the noise downstairs forced him to come out.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw a woman who looked to be around thirty years old grabbing her family's maid and slapping her repeatedly.

Song Zhiji frowned and snapped, "Who are you? Let her go!"

The woman heard someone coming downstairs, looked up and saw that his clothes were expensive. Considering the age of Song Chengfeng's son, she was certain of his identity.

She tilted her head back, still clutching the maid's hair, and shrieked at Song Zhiji, "You're Song Chengfeng's son, aren't you? Tell him to come out and see me!"

When Song Zhiji saw the servant trembling with fear, her face covered in red handprints, his face immediately darkened.

He looked at the porcelain plate that had been on the shelf, now shattered on the floor. His brows furrowed even deeper, and his good temper was worn away. He warned, "Listen, I don't care who you are. Now, let go of my housekeeper."

Seeing that she couldn't get any information from the maid, the woman let go, and the maid, now free, quickly hid behind Song Zhiji.

Her voice trembled, "Young Master... I'm sorry, I couldn't stop her."

Song Zhiji knew that this matter was not her fault, so his expression softened when he spoke to her, and he comforted her, "It's not your fault, Auntie. You should go back and see a doctor first. I will pay for the medical expenses. Leave this to me."

"Young master, please be very careful!"

After reminding Song Zhiji, the maid, seeing the woman's unfriendly gaze and fearing another beating, quickly ran out.

After the servant left, Song Zhiji's face darkened again.

He looked coldly at the woman in front of him, took out his phone and said, "The porcelain plate you just smashed was worth three million. I hope you have the ability to handle this debt."

The woman saw that he was about to dial the police, so she snatched his phone and smashed it on the ground.

Song Zhiji's temple throbbed violently, and he said coldly, "Are you crazy?"

The woman picked up a vase and smashed it on the ground, hysterically shouting, "I'm crazy! Your father drove me crazy! If he doesn't come out to see me today, I'll tear his house to smithereens!"

"Didn't the servant tell you he wasn't here?"

"Then call him and tell him to come back!"

Her bossy attitude angered him, and he retorted, "Why should I?"

"Just because he said everything he owns is mine, and he promised to marry me!"

Song Zhiji scoffed.

If Song Chengfeng's promise had held true, he would probably have married over a hundred women by now.

Knowing that it was his father's philandering that caused the trouble, he calmed down considerably.

After all, the first time is new, the second time is familiar.

He bent down to pick up his phone, its screen shattered from the fall, and calmly stated, "The price you paid for smashing my phone was ten thousand yuan, and the vase was two million yuan. You now owe a total of five million and one hundred thousand yuan in compensation."

"Don't tell me that, I want your father to come see me!" With that, she smashed another enamel vase.

Song Zhiji knew that it was pointless to reason with someone like her. He had already told her the value of the things she had smashed, and since she still didn't care, he would just let her be.

Anyway, she absolutely cannot escape paying the bills that are hers to pay.

"Then go ahead and smash it." Song Zhiji glanced at her, took his phone, and walked to the door.

When the woman saw that her threats against Song Zhiji were ineffective, she became even angrier and swept all the bottles and jars of tea off the high cabinet in one go.

She liked to smash things, so Song Zhiji let her. But to prevent her from doing anything else, he stood at the door and didn't leave.

Song Zhiji touched the screen and found that the phone was not broken. He checked the time and suddenly became irritated.

It's almost lunchtime.

Hearing the continuous noise, Song Zhiji became increasingly annoyed.

He probably won't be able to get to Liang Qing's house on time today.

He called the restaurant and ordered a few light dishes, asking them to send them over. Then he called Liang Qing to tell her he would be late.

Hearing Liang Qing's concerned tone, he suddenly wanted to see her even more.

Therefore, he became even more annoyed with the woman in front of him who had disrupted his plans.

Song Zhiji originally didn't want to call Song Chengfeng back as this woman suggested, but he was in a hurry to see Liang Qing and had no mood to help him clean up the mess.

The call didn't go through, so Song Zhiji called his mother instead. The two of them had gone to the banquet together that night.

The call went through this time, but the tone was very impatient: "Zhiji, Mom is very busy right now."

very busy.

She has been very busy for more than a decade.

Song Zhiji sneered. If he could, he wouldn't want to call them either.

But why do these things always have to be brought to his attention?

"Where's Dad?"

The woman shouted again at that moment, "Get Song Chengfeng out here!"

Her voice was loud enough to penetrate the phone.

The other side realized something was wrong and suddenly fell silent.

Song Zhiji didn't explain the situation, but he knew the other person understood. "Should we call the police?"

"Don't call the police!" the voice on the other end interrupted sharply. "We'll be back to handle this immediately."

Then the call was hung up.

Song Zhiji's eyes darkened as he watched the conversation on the screen end.

When hurried footsteps echoed in the garden, the woman was stepping on the lilies on the floor.

Not content with simply crushing the flower branches in two, she then proceeded to crush the petals even more violently.

Song Zhiji watched her work non-stop for thirty minutes and was quite impressed by her stamina.

When Song Chengfeng and Lan Xi walked in, they saw a mess on the floor and a woman crushing flowers.

Lan Xi entered with a stern face, and seeing this scene only made her angrier, shouting, "What a crazy woman!"

Song Chengfeng's expression was also bad, especially after he recognized the woman, his face became even more unpleasant.

He shouted sternly, "Lin Ya, stop now!"

When Lin Ya saw him arrive, her eyes immediately reddened. She stepped forward and questioned him, "Why didn't you answer my calls!"

Seeing Lan Xi standing beside her, she became even angrier. "Is it because of her that you didn't come to see me? Didn't you say you would divorce her?"

divorce?

After listening, Lan Xi's thoughts coincided with Song Zhiji's.

Song Chengfeng's words are reliable; not only can sows climb trees, they might even fly.