Chapter 674 Bring a chair and let’s sit down and watch

After saying these words, he left the mansion without even looking at his daughter.

It was not until later, when she accidentally heard the old lady talking to the nanny beside her, that she realized that he had come back specially just because he was afraid that the two elders would vent their anger on him.

He was even so shameless as to ask the old lady to name their newborn daughter, but was beaten out of the mansion by the old marquis with a big stick.

At this point, how could he have the nerve to say this to her?

Seeing Yan Qing retching continuously, Song Huai'en's expression became more and more ugly, and he stared at her with sinister eyes.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Whose?"

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then he trotted forward and slapped him hard in the face.

“Shameless!”

Facing Song Huai'en's angry eyes, she asked coldly: "Song Huai'en, you are shameless. Do you think that everyone in the world is as despicable as you?"

As she spoke, she slapped him again with her backhand, "This slap is for the old marquis and the old lady."

Song Huai'en's pupils shrank, and he scolded, "Yan Qing, how dare you!"

He grabbed Yan Qing's wrist and whispered a threat, "If this shameful thing gets out, how will the children survive in the capital?"

Having seen her cruelty, Song Huai'en softened his tone and said, "Qing'er, it was my fault before. I shouldn't have let you and your daughter down.

But now that you've beaten me and scolded me, it's time for me to calm down."

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, he felt his face burning, and his voice unconsciously carried a hint of complaint.

"The children are all grown up, and Yan Xi will be marrying into Prince Jin's Mansion soon. Even if you are angry, you shouldn't quarrel with me at this time.

If you don’t think about yourself, think about the children.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Song Huai'en realized that something was wrong and quickly said, "I'm not blaming you for anything. I just don't want our children to be ridiculed behind their backs when they go out in the future."

He spoke with great sincerity, like a loving father.

If you don’t know, you would really think that he is thinking about the future of his two children.

Yan Qing violently broke free from his hand and said in disgust, "Put away your hypocritical behavior. It makes me sick."

Song Huai'en was naturally unwilling to let go, but his body was already weak inside, and he even staggered two steps when she pulled him.

It was swaying as if it was going to wish everyone in the Yan family a happy new year in the next second.

"Puchi!" Some of the onlookers couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Someone even said without hesitation: "He is a marquis after all, but he is not as strong as my seventy-year-old mother. Did he lose his soul visiting brothels?"

"Don't say that. My brothers would go there to have fun when they have nothing to do, and I haven't seen anyone who can't even stand steadily like him."

"Madam Hou, that's not right. People say that the young lady from the Yan family looks like a young girl in her twenties.

How can he, an old man, have the nerve to come and beg someone to change their mind?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a burst of light clicking sounds were heard.

That's how much I dislike it.

One naughty boy even covered his mouth and said exaggeratedly: "Dad, he smells!"

The person next to him asked, "What's that smell, little baby?"

The boy's father slapped him on the back of the head and said with a hearty smile, "What else could it smell like? It smells like old age."

Song Huai'en had just turned 40 and was in the prime of his life.

When I heard the words "old man smell", I almost fainted.

He pointed at the father and son and shouted angrily, "Do you know what the charge is for making irresponsible remarks about the current Marquis?"

The father said nonchalantly, "Go ahead and sue me if you have the guts."

The boy's eyes rolled around and he blurted out, "What kind of shitty marquis are you? I'm just saying what I'm saying. Go and sue the authorities if you have the guts!"

His father raised his hand, touched his head and said, "Well said, little brat. You are worthy of being my son."

As soon as the words fell, there was another burst of laughter around.

A young kid clapped his hands and said crisply, "Bullshit Marquis, bullshit Marquis!"

Song Huai'en's face flushed red with rage, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up, everyone!"

It would have been better if he didn't say anything, but after he shouted, the little kids shouted even louder.

A few brave ones rushed forward and circled around him, shouting "Bullshit Marquis" as they went.

The people around heard this and laughed even louder.

Song Huai'en was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He asked angrily, "You bastards, aren't you afraid of death?"

Afraid, how could there be someone in this world who is not afraid of death.

The reason why the onlookers were so presumptuous was simply because they knew that Song Huai'en was just a paper tiger.

Apart from a mouth, he has nothing else.

What's the point of shouting loudly? The Yan family and the Princess's Mansion will no longer care about him. The precious Lian Niang who was pampered by him is a person who only knows how to spend money and enjoy himself.

It's good enough if you don't cry and hold him back, don't even think about helping him.

Now, apart from himself, who else in the capital regards him as a marquis?

In other words, he is just deceiving himself and refusing to wake up.

Hearing the laughter from the crowd, which not only did not subside but instead became more and more intense, Song Huai'en finally couldn't help it.

He glared at Yan Qing and asked coldly, "Yan Qing, you and I are husband and wife after all. Are you just going to watch them humiliate and slander me like this?"

When these words were spoken, not only Yan Qing was stunned, but even the onlookers were unable to react for a while.

No, he also knows that they are husband and wife after all, right?

At least I know what these two words mean, so I don’t need anyone to remind me specifically.

The two of them have already divorced. Does that mean that Ren still has to consider his so-called face in public?

Some people couldn't bear to listen any longer, so they rolled up their sleeves and were about to speak when they heard Shen Qingyun sneer and say, "Qingqing naturally can't just sit there and watch."

Song Huai'en frowned.

He didn't think that this vicious woman could say anything good.

Sure enough, the next moment, Shen Qingyun clapped his hands, raised the corners of his lips and said, “Bring a chair, let’s sit and watch.”

"You vicious woman!" Song Huai'en felt a tightness in his chest and subconsciously raised his hand to support it, but it happened to press on the whip mark.

He screamed in pain and the blood instantly drained from his face.

The onlookers saw this and thought his performance was too poor.

Someone said bluntly: "How much strength can a woman have in her hands? She just whipped him and it looked like he was going to be beaten to death."

"You didn't see it just now. The whole person fell straight down from above. If you didn't know, you would think he was kicked in the chest by a seven-foot strong man."

"Hush, all of you, stop talking. Anyone who has been to Misty Rain Tower knows that our Marquis is nothing but a famous vain one!"

The person who was stirring up trouble wanted to cause chaos, so he deliberately prolonged the ending of his words to ensure that everyone present could hear them clearly.

If that man didn't look so unfamiliar, Shen Qingyun would have suspected that she had paid him to come over and show her support.

That little mouth was as sweet as honey, and she only said what she liked to hear.

In other words, this wasn't a stage, and throwing money at people would be too insulting, so she had to at least give them fifty taels of silver as a reward for their hard work.

Nothing else, just happy.

Shen Qingyun thought about this and immediately smiled and said, “It just so happens that you are all here today, and my Yan family will have a big happy event within a hundred days.

At that time, I hope you will be so kind as to come to your house to have a drink at the wedding.

There is no need to bring any gifts, as long as the person and the intention are there.

Anyone who comes to the banquet that day, regardless of status, will be given wedding money by the Yan family and will be provided with plenty of wine and meat."