Seeing that Song Guangdi was plump and healthy with a double chin and his face was so chubby, the others thought he was living a life of luxury and were all vying for a spot in the mansion.

"Enough, all of you shut up. Arguing over something like this will only lead to the family falling apart before we even get into the Qiao family." Song Dujuan snapped coldly.

She successfully implemented the plan, further enhancing her prestige within the Song family. Her outburst quickly quelled the commotion within the Song family.

Song Fusheng lit his pipe again, his face serious. He tapped the stool leg with the pipe, making a loud banging sound.

"Shut up, all of you! You're all so short-sighted, only thinking about getting in for a quick bite. Is our purpose just to eat? Our purpose is..." Song Fusheng slammed his hand down, emphasizing, "The entire Qiao family estate."

"It doesn't matter whether you go in first or later. As long as you go in first, don't forget your family members who are suffering outside. Everyone will be well, and in the end, everyone will be reunited in the Qiao family mansion. Can't you enjoy life however you want? Stupid!" He didn't forget to give Song Guangdi a warning.

The Song family fell even more silent, with only Zhou and Wei still showing some resentment.

Song Dujuan slowly spoke: "I'll go in, and the others will be there soon, if everyone trusts me."

This is nothing short of a huge temptation, and Song Dujuan certainly has the ability to do so.

The Song family was intrigued. Indeed, it was different for Song Dujuan to go in first compared to others.

Even if Zhou was dissatisfied with her daughter, she had to admit this fact.

Moreover, Song Dujuan is in there, and her husband is in there too; she'll definitely be next.

Song Guangdi sneered: "What's there to argue about? I've already told Princess Zhenguo that my distant niece will be the one to go in. First of all, it's not suitable for someone older."

Zhou pursed her lips and turned her face away.

"You two should never forget your wives, and you should never forget your mothers."

That was settled.

Song Dujuan also bought a mask, but it wasn't enough for her.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror, applying rouge and powder to her face again and again, her expression filled with a determined resolve.

Of course, this was her backup plan.

To spar with Qiao Lian'er, one must be fully prepared in order to catch her off guard and leave her unable to cope.

Having made all the preparations, Song Dujuan changed into a newly bought outfit and went to the Qiao residence.

On the waterside pavilion, Qiao Lian'er had just finished processing a stack of account books. Her back was a little sore, so she reached out and gently rubbed it.

Managing several plots of land is exhausting.

A pang of heartache flashed in Pei Shijiu's eyes.

“I’m pretty familiar with these states now. I’ll handle half of the affairs in these states for you from now on.”

During this time, he has been assisting her, mainly because she has to rack her brains.

Then he changed his mind: "Seventy or eighty percent, all of them are fine. I'm just afraid that if I handle everything, you'll have to spend time figuring things out again, which will only make things more tiring."

Qiao Lian'er thought for a moment and said, "Then let's make it half."

Pei Shijiu picked up a large stack of documents: "Then I'll take these back with me."

"Don't rush, it can be taken care of within three days." Qiao Lian'er didn't want him to stay up all night.

"Look at you, you want to finish the same amount in a day at breakneck speed, not wanting me to suffer, but you don't care about your own health," he said reproachfully.

Qiao Lian'er looked at him with a smile in her eyes, like shimmering ripples on a lake.