High-class maid

Hearing the whispers of the crowd, Madam Sun was extremely satisfied.

Who doesn't know that Old Madam Song "dotes" the most on the eldest son of the Song family? Wen Yang is a man and didn't think of this. Since that's the case, then she'll help him put on an act.

Just then, Song Yanjiang also came in from outside. Hearing everyone praising Song Wenyang, he remained expressionless, and it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

After the afternoon, the number of people coming to pay their respects decreased significantly. The coffins of Old Madam Song and Madam Lin had been kept for several days, and the funeral was scheduled for tomorrow. Now, only the Song family members remained in the hall.

"Hmph, hypocrite! When Grandmother was alive, why didn't you care about her? Now that she's dead, you start putting on an act!"

Song Wenheng was displeased with everyone's praise of his brother and snorted coldly.

The crowd paused in their burning of paper money. Song Wenyang looked up at him but did not speak.

"Say something! I never thought you were such a good actor. Now that everyone's gone, you're starting to grieve!" Song Wenheng persisted, crying and shouting.

"Idiot." Song Wenyang said with a slight sneer.

"You! Who are you calling an idiot? You're just a wild child who no one cares for him. Now that my mother is dead, do you want to fight me for the inheritance?"

Song Wenheng was furious and shouted loudly. As he spoke, the white cloth on his forehead moved with each word, which was both ironic and chilling to watch.

Song Wenyang stood up and walked step by step to him. Just as he was about to speak...

"Wen Yang! Someone's looking for you outside!" Song Yanjiang interrupted him, looking at Song Wen Yang pleadingly.

Song Wenyang glanced coldly at Song Wenheng, and said in a low voice as he walked past him, "Since you're afraid I'll fight for your inheritance, then you must protect it. Fine."

After saying that, he bumped into Song Wenheng and walked away without looking back.

"Father! What right do you have to protect him!" Song Wenheng was furious, but he didn't dare to lay a hand on Song Wenyang, so he could only yell at his back.

Snapped!

Song Yanjiang slapped him, and the hall became even more silent. The kneeling maid wished she could be invisible at that moment.

Song Wenheng covered his face in disbelief, his eyes wide as he roared.

"You hit me? You hit me for him? Does he act like a proper older brother? What right do you have to hit me!"

Snapped!

Song Yanjiang slapped him again, this time with all his might, as if venting all his pent-up frustration on this one slap.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do! Your mother and grandmother's bodies are barely cold, and you're already worrying about the family fortune? I thought Madam Lin just spoiled you, but I never imagined she'd raised you to be this way!"

Song Yanjiang was heartbroken. It turned out that he was not angry that his son was disrespectful to Song Wenyang, but rather that his son was unfilial.

Song Wenyang, who was hiding outside the door, sneered and left. Look how superfluous he was in this family; there wasn't even a single person to stand up for him.

"You're just being biased!" Song Wenheng also shook off his anger, covered his face and sat down on the ground, no longer resembling a young master from a noble family.

"Young Master, please get up quickly. If you catch a cold, the Master will worry about you!"

Seeing that the relationship between the father and son had soured, Sun was secretly hoping to see a good show, but she still had to offer some words of comfort on the surface.

“I won’t get up! His eldest son is better than me in every way! What use is he to me! He might as well just let me die!” Song Wenheng said.

"I want you dead too! If it weren't for your father, I would have killed you long ago to avenge Miss." Madam Sun thought to herself, but her face remained even more gentle.

"Master, please say something! The ground is cold, please help Wen Heng up!"

"Never mind him! He's not a three-year-old. You go ahead and do your work." Song Yanjiang patted Sun's hand and sent her away.

"Yes." Madam Sun bowed reluctantly and left, turning back every few steps.

"How long are you going to keep making a scene?" Song Yanjiang dismissed the maid, leaving only the father and son in the room.

"Father, he's not your son at all, is he?" Song Wenheng suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask that? Who told you that?" Song Yanjiang was shocked, his eyes widening.

"Then it must be true." Seeing his father's expression, Song Wenheng became even more convinced of the rumors he had heard.

"You know it all?"

“That day I overheard my grandmother and mother talking and realized that he was not your son.”

Song Wenheng stopped pretending. Anyway, his father only had him as his biological son, and his father would always back him up no matter what he did.

"If you don't want to be laughed at, then keep this secret to yourself," Song Yanjiang whispered to him.

"Why should I? Do you expect an outsider to share my inheritance? Do you expect me to call a bastard brother?" Song Wenheng asked defiantly.

"Shut up! You've got a death wish!" Song Yanjiang interrupted him in a low voice, signaling him to stop talking.

"What are you afraid of? Or is it that you've developed fatherly feelings for him?" Song Wenheng pressed on, asking.

"In short, you should keep this to yourself. I will not reduce your assets. After your mother and grandmother's funeral tomorrow, you should also go to the temple to pray for them."

Song Yanjiang said.

"What? You actually want me to go to the temple for an outsider?" Song Wenheng stared wide-eyed in shock. He wanted to ask his father if he had been kicked in the head by a donkey, but he didn't dare.

Song Yanjiang stopped looking at him and turned to leave, muttering to himself as he went.

What kind of mess have they created?!

"Uncle He? What brings you here? Is there something urgent?" Song Wenyang was shocked to see Uncle He waiting for him in the side hall.

It's worth noting that He Bo hadn't visited the Song residence for many years. Now, disregarding the past, he's come to this place of sorrow, so Song Wen Yang can't help but be anxious.

"Young Master, it's a big deal!" He Bo whispered, as if afraid others would hear, but he also slapped his thigh anxiously, afraid that Song Wenyang would not take it seriously.

Song Wenyang's heart skipped a beat: "Something big?"

"Yes! Miss Shen, her family has come out of the manor!" He Bo whispered in Song Wenyang's ear.

"What do you mean? Did you make a mistake? Or are you sick?"

"No, no, it's because I've been freed from slavery. Tonight, Shen Kun is hosting a banquet for the neighbors, and this old servant has come to tell you. Would you like to go? This is a great opportunity to meet Miss Shen."

"Restored from slavery? Are you sure you weren't demoted?" Song Wenyang asked, puzzled.

"You didn't know about this? You didn't do it?" Uncle He was also very puzzled. He thought it was his young master who had interfered.

"I'm staying at the Song residence, how dare I make any rash moves? What do you think of their mood?" Song Wenyang asked.

"This old servant sees that Shen Kun is quite happy, going from house to house to inform them. He says that he was freed from slavery because of the discerning eye of a noble person. This old servant thought it was all thanks to you," He Bo muttered softly.

"I'm glad you're happy. Uncle Shen has always been low-key. There might really be something fishy about this. But I'm in mourning, so it's inconvenient for me to go to someone else's house."