The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Xiao Ji had never known what fear felt like in his life, but today he truly felt it.

A chill crept up his spine and up his body from the soles of his feet.

Like a snake in the shadows, like a rat in a hole, like a multi-legged centipede...

Wherever it went, people's hair stood on end.

His pores also bristled the moment his hair stood on end, and the chill seeped into his flesh and bones.

Xiao Ji seemed to be petrified, his pupils contracting violently.

His hand remained in the position of holding the wine glass, while his other hand was frozen on the dancer's shoulder.

From Song Wenjun's perspective, he was indulging in pleasure and did not seem to have run away from home out of anger at all.

A wave of bitterness washed over Song Wenjun, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

All her beliefs and guilt towards Xiao Ji turned into a burning rage.

Even though her heart was already engulfed in flames, her face remained calm and undisturbed.

Anyone familiar with Song Wenjun would know that she was furious at this moment.

Although the music hall was bustling with activity, Xiao Ji felt as if he had entered another world.

His mind went blank, and his ears were ringing.

He could even hear his own frantic heartbeat.

Thump, thump...

The invincible war god prince on the battlefield now resembles a defeated general.

I was at a loss, my eyes glazed over.

Zhao Yu noticed Xiao Ji's unusual behavior, and then looked at Song Wenjun, as if he understood something.

Perhaps this woman is Xiao Ji's first wife, the Princess Consort of Chu?

Realizing this, he reacted quickly: "Get out, all of you, get out..."

He was referring, of course, to the women in the music hall.

The women retreated in fear, but the dancer, as if she had somehow gained a lot of courage, leaned weakly into Xiao Ji's arms: "Young master, please don't push me away..."

It's not uncommon for wives to come to music halls to seek pleasure from their husbands.

What man would willingly be dragged back by the neck by his wife?

Moreover, today's customer is incredibly wealthy and powerful. If I could take him into my room, I would be set for life.

The women in the music hall were born with a knack for judging people.

You can tell a lot about the other party's background at a glance.

Zhao Yu quickly gave Xiao Ji a look, signaling him to come to his senses.

After a brief period of heartbreak, Song Wenjun came to her senses. Didn't she know what kind of person Xiao Ji was?

Although he was holding a woman from the music academy in his arms, she could see clearly that he was just putting on an act.

Moreover, she trusted Xiao Ji.

He was probably deliberately trying to annoy himself.

Song Wenjun calmed her expression and walked towards Xiao Ji.

However, something completely unexpected happened.

But then, right in front of Song Wenjun, Xiao Ji gently pulled the woman into his arms.

Then, calmly raising his glass to Zhao Yu, he said, "Brother Zhao, let's drink."

Song Wenjun neither cried nor made a scene; she calmly watched everything unfold.

But those clear, black and white eyes were incredibly sharp.

The impact felt as if it could pierce through Zhao Yu's body.

Zhao Yu had traveled all over the country and was considered a knowledgeable person; he had never been so flustered in front of robbers.

But when he faced Song Wenjun, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He held his wine glass, unsure whether to drink or not.

He gave Song Wenjun an awkward smile, then lowered his voice and advised Xiao Ji, "Brother Xiao, why don't you go back with your sister-in-law?"

boom……

The wine glass was placed heavily on the table, and Xiao Ji drank it all by himself.

He didn't look at Song Wenjun, and said sarcastically, "Isn't this exactly what you wanted to see? Now that I've gotten what you wanted, why are you trying to persuade me?"

Song Wenjun frowned slightly; Xiao Ji was indeed angry.

The anger in her eyes subsided slightly, and the corners of her lips curved into a childish smile.

The all-powerful God of War prince, when angry, is just like a child.

Mrs. Xu's heart was pounding in her throat.

From the moment she entered the music hall, she dared not utter a sound.

The princess was so calm, even if she had made a huge fuss.

But from the moment she entered, the princess calmly looked at Xiao Ji, which frightened her so much that she could only breathe softly and slowly.

Seeing Xiao Ji embracing the girl as if no one else was around, Madam Xu wished she could gouge out her own eyes and die on the spot, rather than stand here and watch helplessly.

She wanted to offer advice, but didn't know who to advise.

Should we advise Xiao Ji, who was deliberately trying to anger Song Wenjun, or should we advise Song Wenjun, who was "calm and composed"?

The eerie silence sent chills down Xu's mother's spine.

Song Wenjun remained unfazed and called out to him, "I've come to take you home."

Her voice was gentle and without anger; upon closer listening, there was even a calm plea.

She was apologizing in this gentle tone.

Xiao Ji felt a surge of anger; he hated Song Wenjun's calmness.

I hate her; she wouldn't flinch even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of her.

He hoped that Song Wenjun would have a big fight with him, or even storm in, overturn the table, grab his ear, and yell at or hit him.

It's better than looking at him with that calm gaze.

This made him feel that he was not important at all in Song Wenjun's heart.

Upon reflection, he replied coldly, "I won't reply."

He picked up another glass of wine, smiled at Zhao Yu, and said, "Let's drink."

Zhao Yu's face also showed a surprised expression; the world is truly full of wonders.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a calm argument.

Like a calm lake, with undercurrents surging beneath, yet the surface remains undisturbed.

Whether out of curiosity or a desire to watch the excitement, he inexplicably picked up his wine glass and clinked it against Xiao Ji's.

Then, under Song Wenjun's watchful gaze, the two of them finished their drinks.

Seeing that Xiao Ji did not push her away, the geisha became bolder.

She reached out her fair hand and took his wine glass, her charming voice captivating: "Young master, let me pour you some wine."

After saying that, she gave Song Wenjun a provocative look.

Even if she's the legal wife, she's still not valued by men.

A pang of pity rose in my heart; the foolish woman only knew love.

If she were in that position, she would definitely hold onto the mansion's treasures tightly, and she wouldn't care about the man at all.

Mrs. Xu felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, with the possibility of falling into the abyss and being smashed to pieces at any moment.

She wished she could sprout wings and escape this place. She secretly glanced at Song Wenjun and saw that her face was tense and her eyes were unusually bright.

The princess must be angry, right?

Xiao Ji appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually secretly observing Song Wenjun the whole time.

Seeing her face darken, he felt a surge of joy. Yes, that's it.

Then, in a fit of rage, he came over and overturned the table.

However, as they waited and waited, Song Wenjun did not come over.

He looked up in surprise, only to see Song Wenjun turn and leave without saying a word.