After being reborn, the scumbag CEO begs me to remarry him every day.

Back in her room, Song Ziling was in so much pain that she almost rolled on the floor.

Madam Song felt extremely distressed seeing this.

"Ziling, what's going on? Why did I suddenly get a rash? Did I eat something bad this afternoon?"

"Mom, the necklace...it's the necklace..."

Upon hearing this, Madam Song immediately took off the necklace.

Sure enough, the skin beneath the necklace was even more red and swollen.

Madam Song also found it strange.

"The craftsman who made this necklace is the one we always go to. We've been using him for so many years without any problems, so why today of all days..."

Song Ziling knew exactly what was going on.

What she didn't understand was that she clearly saw Tang Xia wearing the necklace that had been coated with medicine.

But now, how could it be that I'm the one with the problem?

The more she couldn't figure it out, the more anxious she became.

The scratching became even more intense.

When Madam Song saw the bloody marks on her body, she felt heartbroken and burst into tears.

"Ziling, you can't scratch anymore. It would be bad if it left a scar."

But how could Song Ziling possibly resist?

At this moment, Song Xingzhou walked in in a wheelchair.

Seeing Song Ziling's appearance, a faint hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

He handed over what he was holding.

"Mom, apply this medicine to her; it will stop the itching."

Madam Song never doubted her son's words.

He hurriedly took it, opened it, and applied it to Song Ziling's body.

Song Xingzhou also turned his head away.

This medicine really works.

As soon as she applied it, Song Ziling felt less itchy.

Seeing this, Madam Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then she began to wonder, "Xingzhou, how do you have this kind of medicine?"

Song Xingzhou had already prepared his explanation and replied calmly, "This is just medicine for mosquito bites. I asked the doctor, and the medicine contains anti-itch ingredients. It should be suitable for her condition."

After hearing this, Madam Song no longer had any doubts.

A short while later, Song Hongsheng also came in.

Seeing that Song Ziling was alright, he asked Madam Song to leave: "There are still so many people outside. As the eldest daughter-in-law, how can you not be there? Have Zhiruo come in to take care of her later."

Madam Song, knowing the gravity of the matter, nodded.

She bent down to comfort her, "Ziling, Mom will go out first and come to see you later. If you're really feeling unwell, just have Zhiruo call me, okay?"

Song Ziling felt extremely uncomfortable all over and couldn't say a word.

But not wanting Madam Song to be watching her, she could only nod.

Madam Song walked to the door of the room, then stopped: "Xingzhou, let's go have a meal together. You should at least meet your grandmother."

"I already wished Grandma a happy birthday this morning."

After saying that, he pushed his wheelchair back to his room.

Mrs. Song and her husband exchanged a glance, their faces also filled with helplessness.

As they walked back, they talked in hushed tones: “If this continues, Xingzhou’s health will collapse first. Why don’t you try to persuade him? He’s our only son.”

"How could I not try to persuade him? He has to listen to me. Oh well, if it really doesn't work out, then..."

Madam Song returned to the table and told the old lady, "Ziling is fine. She probably just had an allergic reaction to something. She's feeling better after taking the medicine."

"Well, it's okay."

She then turned to Song Zhiruo and said, "Zhiruo, go and help her keep an eye on things. I'm worried about leaving her alone."

"Okay, Auntie, don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of her."

From beginning to end, Tang Xia seemed like an outsider.

They were completely unaware of and indifferent to this matter.

Madam Song inevitably had some complaints about this.

She couldn't help but say, "Xia, you and Ziling will be sisters from now on. I know we were wrong to you before, but Mom still hopes that you two sisters can get along peacefully in the future, just like you and Zhiruo."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, her words implied that Tang Xia was too indifferent to Song Ziling's injury.

The others probably shared the same thought as her.

Tang Xia put down her chopsticks and said seriously, "Song Ziling has lived in this house for so long. It's normal that she can't accept it right away now that she suddenly knows about her background. I also know that she has always had grievances against me, but she just doesn't say it. The reason I didn't do anything just now was because I was worried that she would overthink it. If I acted too familiar with this house, would she think that she is the outsider?"

That sounds like it makes some sense.

But you can't think about it too much.

Otherwise, it would be a completely illogical and nonsensical string of words.

Fortunately, Grandma Song stopped them in time: "Alright, it's just an allergy, it's not a matter of life and death. If you ask me, Ziling should learn more from Zhiruo. Although she is three years older than her, she is not as steady as her cousin in doing things."

Hearing the old lady praise their daughter, Song Zhiruo's parents were also beaming with pride. They raised their glasses to toast the old lady in return: "Mom, you can't say that in front of Zhiruo, otherwise, she'll definitely get cocky."

It is ostensibly a criticism, but in reality a praise.

The old lady then inquired about the careers and marriages of the other younger relatives, and Tang Xia's matter was glossed over.

Tang Xia looked at the kind old lady and couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart.

After dinner, Grandma Song specially asked Tang Xia to accompany her for a stroll along the roadside.

The old lady suddenly said, "Xia, did you and Ziling have any conflicts before?"

"Nothing can escape your eyes."

"Of course." The old lady smiled proudly. "Everyone says I'm old and my eyesight is failing, but I can see very clearly. This Ziling has been spoiled since she was a child. She can't accept anything that doesn't go her way. But after all, she's been in the Song family for so long. If she really leaves, your parents will probably find it hard to bear."

Tang Xia pursed her lips and said, "I understand, and I don't want to compete with her for anything. But I'm not someone to be trifled with. If she crosses my bottom line, I won't hold back."

After a pause, Tang Xia sighed and continued, "Grandma, I've been a pushover for twenty-five years. I've finally stood up for myself this time and gotten divorced, but I really don't want to be manipulated by others anymore."

The old lady was also taken aback.

Then, she couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, from now on, Xia Xia shouldn't be a pushover anymore, she should be, she should be..."

"Be a hard rock," Tang Xia replied.

“Hey, why be a hard rock?” But the old lady wasn’t satisfied with her description. After thinking for a long time, she came up with another one: “How about not being a soft persimmon, but a durian? Covered in thorns, it can’t hurt anyone.”

"Durian? Grandma, you won't think I smell bad, will you?"

"You don't smell bad, you smell very nice."

The grandmother and grandson were enjoying a happy time together.

In a corner unseen by them, a pair of eyes were fixed intently on that bright and vibrant face.