Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Beautiful and Innocent
"Who gave you the watch?" Song Yucong knew it all in his heart. It was obvious that he didn't like the watch on Tao Ning's hand, so he said this to tease her.
It was Tao Ning's first time riding in a supercar, and his heart and eyes were full of curiosity, but he didn't dare to move because the car had too many parts, and they were all high-tech to him. Song Yucong fastened the seat belt for him, but Song Yucong didn't wear the seat belt and just rested his hands on the steering wheel.
"Oh... my cousin." Coming back to his senses, Tao Ning looked intently at the spacious scenery in front of him. Passersby on the street kept turning their heads to look at him.
As expected, as soon as Tao Ning said the word "cousin", someone beside him snorted coldly, followed by a gnashing tone: "You two are sworn brothers, and he gave you a Patek Philippe?"
Tao Ning doesn't recognize this brand. It should be said that he doesn't recognize all famous brands. In the past, Tao Yuan took care of everything for him, including clothes, food, and drinks. Even his clothes were sewn stitch by stitch. Now, food, clothes, and drinks are all taken care of by Zhao Jingqun. Tao Ning wears whatever Zhao Jingqun buys for her and doesn't pay attention to the brand behind the clothes.
Hearing Song Yucong's tone, Tao Ning felt that something was wrong: "He said it was only a few hundred yuan. Is the real price very expensive?" If it was more than a thousand yuan, he would return it, because Tao Ning felt that a watch worth a thousand yuan was already expensive.
Song Yucong glanced at the man beside him, whose adobo hair hadn't yet subsided. He wore black-framed glasses and looked dull and unfashionable. He suddenly understood why Zhao Jingqun had said a watch worth over four million yuan was worth only a few hundred yuan. After a moment's silence, he coughed dryly and said, "It's just a few hundred yuan worth of junk."
"oh."
"I'll give you another piece. Throw away the one he gave you now." The vehicle had already entered the suburbs. Song Yucong parked the car on the side of the road, threw the watch he was wearing on Tao Ning's legs, and the car window slowly lowered.
The watch is all black, and the most eye-catching feature is the carved pattern of a warrior in armor holding a double blade inside the dial, surrounded by gear-like patterns embedded around it. The English letters "RICHARO MILLE" are engraved on the top of the dial, making it look like a unique toy watch.
"...can't throw it."
Song Yucong glared, "You take a four-hundred-dollar piece of junk seriously?" His watch was worth tens of millions and was out of stock, but this country bumpkin was completely indifferent and even handed the watch over to him. Was he out of his mind?
"Four hundred dollars is already expensive... it's very rude to do that."
Knowing he couldn't change Tao Ning's mind, Song Yucong angrily hammered the steering wheel, and a low horn blared. He stared fiercely at the watch he handed over and said coldly, "If you dare refuse this gift from me, I'll throw both of your watches away right away."
“…”
Tao Ning was 100% convinced that Song Yucong was capable of such a thing. He was silent for a moment and sighed. He found that he really had no way to deal with Song Yucong. To use Tao Yuan's words, some people were born to be his nemesis.
I had to soften my voice and say, "Then I'll go back and put the watch away."
"Which one do you take?"
Tao Ning clicked the warrior's watch face, "This one."
Unexpectedly, this sentence ignited the explosive pack beside him, and he almost roared in Tao Ning's ear: "What did you say? Wear it on your hand if he gave it to you? And put away what I gave you?!"
"No, no."
"His crappy watch is only four hundred dollars, and I gave him over a thousand. Why wouldn't he wear it?!"
“…”
Finally, back at the Song family estate, Tao Ning got out of the car. When the servants came to greet them, they were slightly surprised by the youth's boldness, wearing a Patek Philippe in his left hand and a Richard Mille in his right. It was unbelievable that this country boy, who had just arrived wearing washed-out clothes, now regarded money as nothing! Furthermore, his expression was nonchalant; it was impossible to tell from his appearance that he was deliberately showing off by wearing two luxury watches.
Is this the highest level of showing off? The servant was in awe, and even felt that the young man's thin back was coated with a layer of golden light, which made people dare not look at him directly.
Tao Ning didn't know if it was an illusion, but he noticed the servants were more hurried than before. The atmosphere in the villa was tense and stagnant, like a sign of impending storm. Song Yucong walked in front, his face tense.
There was a crackling sound in the living room, and precious porcelain vases and tea sets shattered all over the floor. Some fragments even slid for more than ten meters and splashed onto Tao Ning's trouser legs. Then came the woman's hoarse voice: "Who told you to bring those bitches back?! Get out! Get out! This is my home, get out!"
The servants were not interested in the affairs of their master's family, so they kept their heads down and played dumb. But Song Rongguo still couldn't save face. The woman before him was the daughter of a wealthy family whom he had won over 20 years ago with sweet talk. Back then, she was as beautiful as the stars and moon in the sky, and was pursued by countless men as a goddess.
But those men knew that a noble lady should be admired from afar, and they knew they were not worthy of this noble lady. Once the novelty wore off, their pursuits ended. Only Song Rongguo accidentally discovered that this outwardly cold and beautiful woman was actually incredibly innocent and naive. It wasn't long before he coaxed her into bed.
Afterwards, she said she loved him and would not marry anyone else in this life.
What a beautiful and innocent young lady.
Song Rongguo looked coldly at the woman with messy hair who looked like a madman. Her skin was still as white as cream and her face was as rosy as a peach, and she was as charming as before. But what disgusted him was that she was still willful and unreasonable.
Just ask people of their class, especially the men, who doesn't have three wives and four concubines? He's already doing her a favor by not having an illegitimate child, but only this spoiled fool believes the nonsense of a lifelong couple!
"Take the lady away." Song Rongguo snorted coldly. This woman was now doing nothing but crying and making a fuss. He didn't say a word when asked where the remaining will was. All she kept talking about were crazy questions about whether he loved her or not. He was annoyed to death.
Now that he was being humiliated, Song Rongguo's patience was running out.
"Get away! Don't touch me!"
Song Heng, who was sitting on the sofa in a white suit, just glanced at them indifferently when he heard the words. Then, as if he was not interested, he lowered his eyes to read the newspaper and sipped tea. When he heard the movement at the door, he glanced over.
Song Yucong's face looked extremely ugly, and his whole body was tense. Tao Ning followed behind him, neither advancing nor retreating. Fortunately, it seemed that everyone ignored this place and almost no one noticed the door.
The man in front suddenly blocked him and whispered, "You go up first."
"...Okay." Tao Ning turned around and paused, "I'll wait for you."
Song Yucong's expression instantly brightened up, until the man on the sofa put down the newspaper and smiled gently on his indifferent face. "Dinner is ready in the kitchen. Eat something before going upstairs."
Everyone's eyes turned to the door. Song Yucong said unhappily, "It's none of your business, country bumpkin. What's wrong with you?"
His expression became nervous, and he pulled Tao Ning into his arms, only to find that the person in his arms was trembling slightly, with pupils constricted. His face, which usually did not show much emotion, was full of shock and complexity, with a hint of panic, as if he had been submerged by a huge wave called unbelievable.
He in turn grabbed Song Yucong's arm, tightening his slender fingers with all his strength.
Song Yucong endured the pain but didn't let go, because Tao Ning looked very unusual, as if she had heard something extremely terrifying. "Is she having a seizure?"
His slender fingers trembled, and Tao Ning felt the gaze behind him turn from gentle to playful, scrutinizing him wantonly. His stomach churned, and he quickly lowered his head: "...It's okay."
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