"Are you sure you won't regret it?" The pale-faced scholar's face was now so red it could bleed.

Song Qingqing was completely bewildered. "Yes, I'm sure, I will never regret it."

"Come here, I'll show you."

After the pale-faced scholar finished speaking, he jumped down from the tree branch and waved to Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing walked quickly up to the other person, only to find that the other person suddenly started pulling down their pants.

Song Qingqing was stunned?

What's going on?

She wanted to see the pattern, not his... you know!

Just as she was about to stop it, Song Qingqing still saw that eyesore.

"Go to hell, what are you doing taking your pants off?" Song Qingqing was furious and punched the other person, knocking them to the ground.

The pale-faced scholar lay on the ground, covering his face, and said with a wronged expression, "You said you wouldn't regret it, you said you wanted to see."

I showed it to you, and you hit me.

Could you be any more unreasonable?

"What do you mean I have to see it? I want to see the pattern, not anything like that."

Wait, don't tell me your design is on your... you know?

"Oh my god, oh my god," Song Qingqing finally realized.

I almost dug a hole on the spot and buried myself in it.

"Yes? Otherwise, why would I repeatedly ask if you would regret it?" The pale-faced scholar got up from the ground, feeling that no one was more aggrieved than him.

He was more wronged than Dou E.

"..." Song Qingqing coughed up blood. If she had known that his pattern was in that place, she would never have looked at it, even if she were beaten to death, okay?

It's so disgusting!

"You've seen me, and I haven't even complained, yet you're already showing your disdain. We're breaking off our friendship." After saying this, the pale-faced scholar turned and left.

Song Qingqing laughed in exasperation, thinking to herself, "Severing ties? When did they ever even become friends?"

Ptooey! Ptooey!

When were they friends?

After the pale-faced scholar's antics, Song Qingqing's mood improved considerably.

After sitting there and thinking about it, she realized that she had been too impulsive.

Perhaps that was just a matter of understanding.

Just as he was about to turn back and find Sikong Xingchen for a good chat, he saw that there was a truck blocking the entrance to his shop.

Not only did it prevent the employees inside from getting out, it also prevented people who wanted to buy groceries from getting in.

Song Qingqing couldn't stand it. She strode forward and shouted, "Who parked their car in front of my shop? What kind of scoundrel is that?"

If this car hadn't been parked here on purpose, Song Qingqing would have twisted her head off and kicked it like a ball.

"It's your father, so what? You're not happy about it?"

After Song Qingqing shouted, a fat, middle-aged man got out of the car.

Upon seeing that Song Qingqing was an extremely beautiful young girl, his fierce expression vanished instantly.

"Does this shop belong to you, young lady?"

You're so unlucky!

They actually provoked the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

The fat man silently added to his thoughts while patting his large belly.

Song Qingqing stared straight at him. "Why did you park your car here? Move it right now."

"Slap!" The fat man slapped his belly, looking troubled. "I'm afraid this won't work, young lady."

Why not?

"The car is broken, so it can't be driven."

Song smiled lightly, then punched the fat man, knocking him to the ground.

"Difficult? Very well, then I'll show you what 'difficult' really means." With that, Song Qingqing launched into a double attack of punches and kicks.

"Crack! Crack!" After a good beating, the fat man with big ears could only lie on the ground and wail.

"Grandma, please have mercy! Please have mercy! I didn't want to do it either! But I was hired by someone, I took their money to solve their problems!" The fat man rolled around on the ground, begging for mercy.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing stopped what she was doing and asked, "Tell me, who instructed you?"

"Miss Jiang. She somehow found out that this shop is yours, so she asked me to park my car here." The fat man had barely spoken of Cao Cao when Cao Cao appeared.

"You useless thing, they only hit you a few times and you confessed everything, even implicated me."

Just wait until tomorrow when you settle the bill and get out of the Jiang family!

"Our Jiang family doesn't want a traitor like you." Today, Jiang Meimei made a dazzling entrance, dressed in a pink dress and holding a parasol, followed by ten black-clad thugs.

Song Qingqing's lips twitched slightly, then she looked at the other person, "Jiang Meimei, your grandfather definitely doesn't know what you're doing!"

If he knew you were doing this, he wouldn't know what would happen to you.

At the last family reunion banquet, Song Qingqing clearly saw that Jiang Xu was very afraid of Sikong Xingchen.

Logically speaking, the other party should not cause her any trouble.

However, only a week later, Jiang Meimei found this place.

And the only possibility that Jiang Meimei did it behind the back of the Jiang family patriarch is that she attacked her.

Song Qingqing's guess was correct; Jiang Meimei had come without telling her grandfather.

Actually, after that day, his grandfather had told them not to mess with Song Qingqing.

But how could Jiang Meimei possibly agree to that?

Not to mention the grudge she had with Song Qingqing before, even now, Song Qingqing is still monopolizing Sikong Xingchen, the man she took a liking to at first sight. Just for that reason alone, she would never let Song Qingqing have an easy time.

“Song Qingqing, I heard that you are an orphan and a country person.”

How could someone of your status have the nerve to be with Sikong Xingchen?

"I advise you to break up with him obediently, or don't blame me for being impolite." Jiang Meimei's purpose was very straightforward. What she just said was that she had taken a liking to Sikong Xingchen and wanted Song Qingqing to step down and give way.

"Who do you think you are? What I am and who I'm with is none of your business!" Song Qingqing crossed her arms and looked at Jiang Meimei defiantly.

Jiang Meimei was furious, and the umbrella in her hand creaked as she gripped it tightly.

"Song Qingqing, don't be stubborn and ask for trouble. In Huangcheng, dealing with someone is a piece of cake for me."

If you still want to open a shop here and make money, you'd better leave his side.

Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite.

As she finished speaking, Jiang Meimei's face began to contort into a grimace.

Song Qingqing wasn't afraid at all; instead, she sneered, "Then how are you going to be impolite?"

Do you think you can compete with me to see who is uglier, based on your short stature?

Okay! You win. I admit it, you're uglier than me, is that alright now?

Song Qingqing's string of words inadvertently touched a nerve with Jiang Meimei.

Jiang Meimei is indeed not tall and has a short stature.

This had always been a source of great insecurity for her, and now that Song Qingqing had pointed it out directly, her anger surged uncontrollably.

When has the eldest daughter of the Jiang family ever suffered such humiliation?

So what if she's short?

She is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, and even though she is short, she forbids anyone from saying it.