Although no engagement party was held, everyone in Nanhu knew that Shi Ran, the only granddaughter of the richest family, Shi Ran, and Song Sichen, the second young master of the Song family, were engaged.
Then a few days later, Shi Ran received an invitation letter.
The back of the envelope was clearly written in an ornate handwriting.
"How annoying!"
Shi Ran looked at the invitation in his hand, his face full of impatience.
"Miss Shi Ran, do you want to go?"
The teacher sitting opposite Shi Ran knew what the invitation letter was. Although he didn't read the content, he could tell it from the font on the envelope at a glance.
Mrs. Song invited Shi Ran to the banquet.
"After all, I am the Song family's daughter-in-law. Although it's just an engagement, the inviter is Madam Song, so I have to go anyway. But I won't go alone."
Shi Ran said this and picked up the phone.
At this time, Song Sichen was hunting.
The sun had just set, and then there was a loud bang at the big table in the middle.
“Come on! Come on!”
"Master! Please try harder!"
Song Yanzhe was arm wrestling with a young master whose name he didn't know.
The two people have very different body shapes.
The tall opponent is not suitable for the match against the short Song Yanzhe.
Despite the huge difference between the two, the person on the other side blushed.
“Oh, ahhhh!”
"Wow, the young master won."
The person on the other side pretends to lose.
Anyway, everyone around knew about it, but they were all celebrating for Song Yanzhe.
Song Sichen, who was watching the ridiculous scene from a distance, tilted his mouth and sneered, "Everyone is living so seriously."
"Isn't that how those guys survive?"
Fu Chong also said this with smacking his lips.
Song Yanzhe clenched his fists, completely intoxicated in his victory, and did not notice Song Sichen approaching.
"Ah!" Song Sichen stepped closer to Song Yanzhe. "Is that all?"
I heard Song Sichen's voice and then saw him coming over.
Song Yanzhe stopped laughing and frowned.
He didn't even seem to be able to hide his inner thoughts.
"What are you doing?"
Song Yanzhe first looked Song Sichen up and down and asked.
"Arm wrestling looks interesting." Song Sichen looked around at the people around him and replied. "I want to try it too."
At the same time, the surroundings became quiet.
Everyone communicated silently with their eyes, and there was an unnatural atmosphere in the air.
"you……"
Song Yanzhe stuttered.
"You are only qualified to challenge me if you defeat that guy first."
Song Yanzhe pointed at the big guy he had just defeated and said.
Song Sichen's dark eyes slowly walked towards that direction.
The person who had just been catering to Song Yanzhe and pretending to perform, now lowered his head and did not dare to look up.
There are many rumors about Song Sichen, and since Song Sichen is engaged to Shi Ran, the only granddaughter of the Shi family, no one dares to speak.
After a moment of silence, Song Sichen smiled coldly.
"What? Song Yanzhe, you don't dare?"
"What is there to be afraid of, a lowly bastard?"
Song Yanzhe's words made Song Sichen frown, and he was visibly angry, emitting anger.
Song Sichen took a step forward.
"You and I share half the same blood, Song Yanzhe. Who are you calling lowly?"
“…”
Song Yanzhe was suppressed by Song Sichen's aura and was unable to make a normal sound.
Song Sichen sneered at Song Yanzhe.
"Song Sichen, I am the eldest son of the Song family..."
"Shh!"
Song Sichen raised a finger in the air.
If Song Yanzhe continued to talk nonsense, you really wanted to kill him here. Fortunately, Song Yanzhe listened to Song Sichen and kept silent.
Song Sichen said in a deeper voice with a satisfied smile.
"As the eldest son of the Song family, if you are really that outstanding, if you want to win, then participate in the hunting competition to be held next month."
Perhaps this hit the mark right in Song Yanzhe's mind, but he immediately shouted excitedly, "If you lose, kneel down and shout three times, 'Master Song Yanzhe, I was wrong. I am a lowly illegitimate child.' Dare you?"
With the despicable plan, Song Sichen immediately became very proud and his mood became much better.
"Okay!" Song Sichen agreed word by word. "If you lose, you just shout 'Shi Ran Song Sichen, happy wedding' three times. Fair, right?"
"OK!"
Song Sichen turned and left with satisfaction.
Song Yanzhe kept shouting at Song Sichen's back as he left, "I'm sure I can beat you in the hunting competition. You're definitely going to lose, hahahaha!"
On the way back, Mo Zichen tutted his words and asked, "Is that man really your half-brother?"
“…”
Song Sichen frowned quietly.
"Is it true that such a worthy person won't be beaten to death if he walks on the street?"
"Yes, he should be beaten to death."
"Or next time we go hunting, I'll poison my arrows and shoot him to death."
"Wow, that's a good idea."
Before Song Sichen replied, Fu Chong agreed and burst into laughter.
Song Sichen didn't smile, still with that expressionless look on his face, and said, "It's not difficult to kill Song Yanzhe right now, but the problem will still exist."
The problem lies with Mrs. Song.
The real target of revenge will always be Mrs. Song.
He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is that ready?"
Song Sichen asked Fu Chong.
"Well, Luan Dan'er is back from West City, and I'll start as soon as I think of it."
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