“Liu Family really has no limits—taking in anyone. A girl from the slums, even if she regains her heiress status, is still a gold-rimmed trash bucket.”
“I can understand Liu Family’s confidence, but this woman looks so ordinary. Just a good figure. Indeed, being born into a wealthy family gives you privileges ordinary people can’t touch, even if your talent is average.”
“The Liu family doesn’t have many members; they can’t just make anyone the eldest daughter.”
Su Xingnuo looked at these comments, put away her phone, and fixed her gaze ahead, showing no emotion.
Liu Yancheng saw the negative remarks too, his expression darkening.
“I’ll have these removed immediately.”
People were judging Su Xingnuo without knowing the truth. Liu Group’s legal team was not to be trifled with.
Su Xingnuo lifted the corner of her lips, her voice calm.
“Brother, let the comments fly a little longer.”
Meanwhile, Xie Ruchen left the Liu residence with his entourage.
Xie Ruchen walked ahead. Qin Yue quickened his pace to keep up, only to be held back by Pei Tianyou.
Pei Tianyou whispered,
“Brother Qin, just now Third Brother said ‘it’s not her.’ What does that mean?”
Could the Liu family have another daughter?
Qin Yue lowered his voice and shared the news he had received two days ago with Pei Tianyou.
He looked at Xie Ruchen, increasingly puzzled by his intentions.
All signs suggested that Xie Ruchen had special regard for the Liu heiress. Why would he want to marry her?
It couldn’t be because he was attracted to her.
He shook his head slightly—it was absolutely impossible.
“Why?”
Pei Tianyou’s voice rose a bit, earning a glance from Qin Yue. He lowered his voice again.
“Could it be that my Third Brother has taken a liking to this Liu heiress and wants to pamper her at home?”
“You don’t understand,” Qin Yue said, then quickened his pace to catch up to Xie Ruchen.
Anything could be the reason—except that one.
Pei Tianyou hurried to follow, still unconvinced.
“Brother Qin, I heard Third Brother will attend a banquet in a few days. Take me along too.”
Xie Family.
Xie Ran was in the kitchen, flustered, cooking with Xie Zhi, when his phone rang.
Irritated, he flung off his apron, wiped his hands, and went to the living room. Seeing Shen Qingya there, he returned to the bedroom before answering.
“Lu Shaoyuan, what is it? If it’s money, I don’t have time. I’m busy with the company’s IPO.”
Lu Shaoyuan quickly reassured him,
“Don’t hang up, Xie Ge. I’m not borrowing money.”
Xie Ran’s expression softened.
“What’s the matter? Speak quickly.”
Lu Shaoyuan and Xie Ran grew up together. Their families were once similar in status, but now Xie Ran didn’t want to associate with Lu Shaoyuan—it would lower his own class.
Moreover, Lu Shaoyuan knew too much; neither Su Xingnuo nor Shen Qingya could know of his existence.
“Xie Ge, I saw your wife at Yida Mall. She bought several men’s items, including ties. Looks like gifts.”
Lu Shaoyuan hadn’t contacted Xie Ran in a long time and wanted to curry favor. Now, with Su Xingnuo buying gifts and her car heading toward the Xie residence, he seized the opportunity.
He ignored Liu Yancheng, assuming he was just a bodyguard.
After all, Xie Ran’s company was growing rapidly; it wasn’t unusual for Su Xingnuo to have bodyguards.
Xie Ran loosened his tie, feeling a little calmer.
Su Xingnuo realized her mistake, went to the mall to buy gifts, and was now coming to reconcile.
He felt pleased. Even the earlier irritation at her not answering the phone had vanished.
It must have been because she was choosing gifts for him that delayed her. He had indeed been too harsh these past few days.
He was too focused on Qingya and had neglected Su Xingnuo.
She was a woman; her jealousy and stubbornness were because she cared.
Once she arrived, he would say a few kind words in front of his sister, let Su Xingnuo admit her mistake, and today’s incident would be resolved.
He hung up and glanced at himself in the mirror.
The tie he was wearing was also bought by Su Xingnuo and had been worn for over half a year. Time for a new one.
Thinking so, he loosened the tie and tossed it aside.
Half an hour later, a Cullinan stopped at the Xie residence.
Su Xingnuo got out, bid Liu Yancheng farewell, and entered the house.
Feng Chunlan had been standing by the window, watching her descend from the black car, calm and composed. She fumed.
Even before Su Xingnuo stepped in, her scolding began.
As soon as Su Xingnuo entered, Feng Chunlan pointed at her nose:
“You finally come back? The food is ready. You really know how to pick your timing. We almost starved waiting for you to cook.”
“How did my son end up marrying such a disobedient daughter-in-law? You’re nothing compared to the Shen family heiress. I’ll tell you, your meal isn’t ready—you eat after we finish, and then clean up…”
Su Xingnuo frowned, her ears assaulted by the noise.
“Shut up.”
Feng Chunlan was scolded, her face pale with anger.
She saw the bag in Su Xingnuo’s hand and snatched it,
“You actually bought a new bag? You spend my son’s money recklessly and dare to talk back to me?”
Xie Zhi, hearing Su Xingnuo return, rushed to the door, holding a spatula.
She immediately recognized the bag and widened her eyes.
“This is MEA’s latest limited edition this year! Su Xingnuo, how dare you buy such an expensive bag!”
Feng Chunlan had been about to stomp on the bag to teach her a lesson, but hearing Xie Zhi, she froze.
“Zhi Zhi, how much is the bag?”
“Over ten million.”
Feng Chunlan’s eyes nearly shot flames.
“Ten million?”
Did she think her son’s money grew on trees? Today, she must drive this woman out.
Her vision went white, and she stumbled backward, gasping for air.