At this moment, Gong Yan'er developed a slight obsession with the fact that Sikong Xingchen was not a member of the Sikong family.

Meanwhile, Wang Manshi was still following Song Qingqing around, pleading with her to have lunch with her the next day.

Song Qingqing was busy with things at the shop and completely ignored her.

But today, Wang Manshi is acting like she's taken the wrong medicine, ignoring her no matter how much she tries to treat her.

The other party kept talking and talking.

"Qingqing, your aunt will be leaving the day after tomorrow. Can't I even spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you tomorrow?"

I'm not trying to do anything, I just wanted to invite you to dinner. What are you worried about?

At this moment, Wang Manshi's lips were blistered, and she was on the verge of collapse.

But she was really going all out to get the evidence.

“There are always treacherous people trying to harm me, alas!” Song Qingqing suddenly stopped what she was doing, stood up and sighed, startling Wang Manshi.

She had a feeling that Song Qingqing seemed to know her plans.

It's an illusion, an illusion, it must be an illusion.

How could she possibly know her purpose?

They could never have known that a wonderful marriage awaited them.

After mentally preparing herself, Wang Manshi persevered.

"Qingqing, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, such an important day."

Since my sister isn't here, I'll take her place and spend the holiday with you and Yi Yi.

If you don't agree, I won't be able to explain it to her when we get back..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Qingqing interrupted, "You're still planning to invite Song Qingyi?"

Even so, Song Qingyi still didn't stay in seclusion for a month.

This shows how powerful the Jiang family is.

"Of course, you are sisters, both my nieces."

Of course I will treat everyone equally.

Yi-Yi has already agreed; you're the only one left to go.

As Wang Manshi spoke, she licked her chapped lips, still wanting to persuade her, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Song Qingqing interrupted her again, "Alright, tomorrow at noon, right?"

I see."

Upon hearing this, Wang Manshi was overjoyed and so excited that she didn't know what to do. She could only look at Song Qingqing and ask, "Really? You promised to come?"

That's great! Remember to bring your...that person to the Zhongtang Western Restaurant tomorrow too.

Since we're family, we should definitely have a meal together.

"Just because someone eats with you doesn't mean they're family," Song Qingqing said, rolling her eyes as she corrected her.

"......" My niece is so hard to please, she can turn on me in a heartbeat in a minute.

If it weren't for her daughter Yan'er, she wouldn't have put up with this.

Suppressing her urge to swear, Wang Manshi gave a dry laugh and fell silent.

Before leaving, however, she still emphasized that Song Qingqing remembered to bring Sikong Xingchen with her.

Song Qingqing remained noncommittal, burying her head in thinking about the store's crisis.

On the other side, at a private port, Qian Jianye, who was unable to move around easily, arrived and met two people.

These two were his former colleagues, who specialized in smuggling.

The three met and had a long chat.

Qian Jianye then left.

Before leaving, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky and sighed inwardly, "Plum Blossom, you shouldn't blame me for not avenging you, right?"

You're dead, but I'm still going to live.

People shouldn't give up the chance to start over just because someone has died, right?

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

That morning, the unlucky guy came early and told Song Qingqing some bad news.

"Qingqing, I launched a promotion to buy toothpaste and laundry detergent, but I still couldn't beat them." Daomei couldn't understand it; clearly, the things he gave away were more valuable than what they gave away.

Why is everyone still running towards the opposite door?

Song thought for a moment and replied, "Because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for eating mooncakes."

That's why mooncakes became something they desperately needed.

But our business might improve after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Really? What if things don't get better?" the unlucky guy asked worriedly.

He was genuinely worried; he had originally hoped to stabilize the business of these stores.

He accompanied Song Qingqing to Huangcheng to work hard.

Unexpectedly, another opponent suddenly appeared to challenge them.

Now, the plan to go to Huangcheng has to be postponed.

"If things don't improve, we'll think of other ways, like making the whole thing three cents a pound." This was the strategy Song Qingqing came up with yesterday.

I don't know if it will work, but I have to give it a try.

"Three cents for the whole audience?" the unlucky guy repeated, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he slammed his hand on the table and stood up, saying, "Great idea!"

"Let's wait two more days, until after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and see what other tricks they have up their sleeves."

No sooner had the unlucky fellow finished speaking than Song Ping'an, with his hands behind his back and a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum, said, "Qingqing, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Grandpa would like to invite you to my house to celebrate the festival together."

I don't know if you have time.

He heard about Wang Manshi's visit yesterday.

However, he was at home yesterday preparing things for today's holiday.

So he didn't come over in person, and therefore didn't see Wang Manshi herself.

They were also unaware that Song Qingqing had agreed to have dinner with Wang Manshi and the others.

"Grandpa, I'm having lunch with Wang Manshi and her daughter, so I probably won't be able to come to your house." Compared to Wang Manshi, Song Qingqing was actually more reluctant to go to Zhao Feifei's house.

Although the other party has repented and changed their ways, the damage has already been done and cannot be forgotten in a short time.

Song Ping'an was very disappointed when he heard this, but he didn't make things difficult for her.

Finally, he simply placed the mooncakes he had brought in front of Song Qingqing, told her to remember to eat them, and then left.

"Qingqing, if you want to eat, hurry up and go! I'm still at the shop." The unlucky guy watched the whole thing, patted his chest, and urged Song Qingqing to leave.

Song glanced at it and felt there was nothing she needed to deal with immediately. She nodded, tidied herself up, and went to the Shenlong Building.

"Ah!" When Song Qingqing pushed open the door to Sikong Xingchen's bedroom, she saw a handsome man with his upper body bare, who was about to change his pants.

Song gasped softly, then reached out to cover her face, but the gaps between her fingers were surprisingly large.

This isn't embarrassment; it's clearly peeping.

Sikong Xingchen was delighted. With a wave of his hand, he tossed the shirt onto the hanger, took a long stride, and pulled Song Qingqing into his arms.

"If you want to see, then look openly and honestly." Pulling the person tightly into his arms, Sikong Xingchen lowered his voice and said seductively.

"You said it yourself, so look boldly." Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing stopped pretending, took her hand away, and stretched it out in front of her.

So smooth, such delicate skin, all the way up, down, left, and right.

Song gently touched him, and what's worse, she commented as she touched him, "Look at his chest, buttocks, biceps...tsk tsk tsk, no wonder he's the man I chose."

That figure is absolutely stunning.

In the end, Song Qingqing's small hand touched Sikong Xingchen's buttocks and even pinched it.

"Well, speaking of which..."