"Ms. Xie, I'm not an idiot. If you want to trick people into leaving, please turn left. That stupid homeless guy under the overpass would be a good target."
"Don't think that just because you've danced for a few years at an agency, been a trainee for a few years, and successfully debuted, you've truly achieved enlightenment and become a big shot."
"I can be Song Jingcheng's bedmate, do you think I'm a vegetarian? When it comes to singing and writing plays, I'm better than you."
"The tricks you're using now are all left over from me. We're not good tea, so don't try to flirt with me."
To deal with a hypocritical and histrionic woman like Xie Xi, you have to take the path of the green tea girl and leave her with no way out.
Facts have proved that Shen He's decision was correct.
After being scolded by her, Xie Qian was speechless.
She was deeply aware that Shen He was the same type of woman as her, and that on the same track, Shen He ran faster and farther than her.
Shen He knew exactly what she was thinking.
As a green tea girl, Chen He understands her.
Therefore, no matter how she argued, she could not change Shen He's opinion of her.
Thinking of this, Xie Qian felt a subtle and twisted sense of pleasure in her heart.
She smiled unfathomably and sighed in a low voice: “Old Madam Song looked down on this and looked down on that, but in the end she got a daughter-in-law like Miss Shen.”
"She is blessed to have you."
Chen He thought Xie Qian was praising her.
"Madam, lunch is ready, you can eat now." The servant's voice interrupted the time Shen He and Xie Qian were having.
Chen He was like a Sichuan opera face-changing performer. The next second, she put on the calm and noble demeanor that a hostess should have. She smiled and said to Xie Qian, "Miss Xie, let's move to the restaurant."
Xie Qian put down the meatball and followed Shen He to the restaurant.
She stared at Shen He's graceful and charming figure, and a flash of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Xie Xi will never forget the sight of her sister falling to her death.
My sister was lying face down on the ground, her skull shattered and one of her eyeballs broken...
Since his sister died so tragically, Song Jingcheng should have suffered torture while alive so that his sister's soul could rest in peace!
But Song Jingcheng, who should have been in a dilemma, is now married to the beautiful Chen He.
He doesn't deserve happiness!
The more Xie Qian thought about it, the more she hated him.
She secretly clenched her fists and stared at Chen He's back, a storm gathering strangely in her eyes.
*
At the dinner table, Chen He was tired of drinking red wine and was bored. She said, "Didn't Uncle Xie bring two pots of rice wine? Here, let's try some rice wine at noon today."
Song Jingcheng nodded and ordered the kitchen to bring the rice wine.
Aunt Qin brought small wine glasses and added a glass of rice wine for each of the four of them.
Chen He picked up the rice wine, lowered his head to sniff it, took a sip, and praised: "This rice wine tastes very pure, very similar to the taste I remember."
"Oh?" Song Jingcheng lowered his head and took a sip after hearing that.
Uncle Xie watched closely his reaction.
After watching Song Jingcheng swallow it, he asked, "Mr. Song, how does this rice wine taste?"
"It's very special. This is the first time I've drunk this kind of wine." Song Jingcheng put down his glass and asked Chen He, "Did you drink it when you were a child?"
"My grandma can make rice wine." After a pause, Chen He continued, "I learned it from an aunt in Diancheng."
"Remember I told you that I have an aunt in Diancheng, whose last name is Tu. When I was a child, that aunt and my grandmother often went together to look for herbs."
"But then something happened to her family, and I haven't seen her for many years."
After Chen He finished speaking, he picked up the rice wine and took a sip. While swallowing, his eyes inadvertently swept to Xie Qian who was diagonally below him.
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