Chapter 177 Song Ying's Marriage
Ah Lin was just unhappy, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Song San's maid handed over something, saying that she wanted to give it to the young master."
When he heard Song Ci's name, and that the other party also had a gift, Pei Ji's previous unhappiness disappeared. He stood up, and the corners of his white clothes slipped down, like a blooming night cereus. The faint woody fragrance on his body made people feel peaceful.
Slender jade-like fingers took the purse handed to her by A-Lin, looked at it for a few seconds, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her eyes. "Is this the gift you sent?"
Ah Lin hurriedly repeated Tian'er's instructions, "It seems that Miss Song San also knows that her needlework is poor and she's afraid that the young master won't like it. That's right, the young master usually wears the best clothes, and the needlework is made by the best embroiderers. This purse has ordinary needlework and ordinary materials. The young master will definitely not like it. How about I throw it away for you..."
As soon as he said the word, he was stunned.
Pei Ji actually pinned the purse on his body with his own hands, but compared with his extremely luxurious attire, the purse looked very awkward.
Ah Lin suppressed his laughter and said, "This purse..."
He was just about to say, "How ugly!" when he saw Pei Ji's cold gaze and quickly fell silent.
"This purse has ordinary needlework, but the medicinal herbs inside are excellent. The weather has been warm recently, and I often feel sleepy while working. This thing is perfect for me."
Pei Ji's words sounded very reasonable, but Alin keenly sensed that something was wrong.
The young master was a germaphobe and didn't like others to touch the things he carried with him. These rules seemed to disappear in front of Miss Song San. Thinking back carefully, this was not the only unusual thing that the young master had done to Miss Song San.
He has always been cold-faced and never responds when others ask for help, but he has helped Miss Song again and again.
Alin was ecstatic. Could it be that this family would soon have a mistress?
Oh, that’s great!
The master is a good person, but he is aloof. Everything Alin eats and uses is good, but he still feels uncomfortable. After thinking about it, he feels that he lacks human touch.
If there was a female owner, this house would definitely be different.
A Lin was thinking too much, but Pei Ji didn't notice at all. He just said to him calmly, "Okay, I still have to continue reading. If you have nothing to do, go out."
Alin walked a few steps outside before he remembered that there was something else.
"Sir, the government said...what should we do next?"
The people from the government office arrived quickly and showed no mercy to the Liang family. Naturally, they followed Pei Ji's instructions and were now waiting for Pei Ji's instructions on whether to end the matter here or continue to follow up.
"If the problem is not completely solved, just keep solving it. Do you still need to ask me about this kind of thing?" He looked at the book and spoke without even raising his head.
Alin immediately understood and turned to leave.
For several days in a row, the Song family looked gloomy.
When Song Ci got home, she told Song Lao San everything that happened that day, "Dad, that cup of tea was originally meant for me."
Song Lao San clenched his teacup tightly, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his voice was hoarse, "They, why are they pressing so hard..."
"Fortunately, you are lucky, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Qiao Xianglan was frightened when she heard this, and she couldn't help but worry while holding her daughter's hand.
"Yes, if I hadn't been lucky and Song Ying had drunk that cup of tea by mistake, I don't know what would have happened to her now... I'm afraid my daughter would have had no choice but to accept her fate and marry the third son of the Liang family. I heard that he was... extremely stupid, rude and violent, often beating and scolding the maids and servants in the mansion, and tortured several of them to death within a year. If my daughter had married him, I don't know what would have happened to her."
Song Lao San stood up and said, "Dad will seek justice for you."
"Dad! Don't go. Since there's no evidence, they definitely won't admit it if you go now."
Seeing his daughter's anxious face, Song Lao San felt sad, "Silly girl, you really think your father is stupid. Dad is venting your anger. Since they are trying their best to harm you, Dad will make this matter a reality."
As he said this, he turned and walked out. Song Ci was stunned for a few seconds, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes. Dad, he has completely given up on the Song family.
Qiao Xianglan sighed, touched Song Ci's hand and whispered, "Don't blame your father. Your father is your grandmother's son, and filial piety is the most important thing. And your father..."
She said a few words and stopped talking, but it aroused Song Ci's doubts, "What's wrong with Dad?"
Seeing that she was eager to know, Qiao Xianglan told her a vague memory of Song Laosan.
"Your father said that when he was very young, your grandmother loved him very much for a while. He had a fever and was about to die. Your grandmother stayed by his side day and night, holding his hand and crying, as if if he died, your grandmother would die with him. Later, your father recovered, and your grandmother lost a lot of weight. Your father was grateful for this and became respectful and obedient to your grandmother."
As soon as these words came out, Song Ci keenly realized that this was not something Old Lady Song would do.
A trace of doubt rose in her heart, "Mom, at what age did Dad happen?"
Qiao Xianglan recalled, "When I was about one year old, your father forgot many memories because of his fever. But your grandmother's careful and gentle care has always been in my memory."
"Mom, is the person you are talking about really your grandmother?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qiao Xianglan pinched her hand, "Your father only has this one mother, who else could it be? I just don't know why your grandmother is so partial to us now and treats us like enemies..." She shook her head, full of emotion.
However, these words stirred up a storm in Song Ci's heart.
In the previous life, Old Lady Song and even the eldest and second oldest sons treated them as enemies. This was obviously not the attitude of a mother towards her sons. Combined with Qiao Xianglan's words, Song Ci's previous guess was largely confirmed.
In my father's memory, the one who was so gentle, worried about him, and took care of him was definitely not Old Lady Song.
Her father is not Old Lady Song's biological son! But it was too strange to tell this matter out loud, so she could only investigate secretly. If she had solid evidence, it would not be too late to tell her father and mother.
Song Lao San did not go to the main house. He turned around and walked out of the Song family, and his whereabouts were unknown.
There has been no news from the Liang family for several days. Logically speaking, Song Ying and Liang Lao San have already had physical contact, and their marriage is a foregone conclusion. The Liang family deliberately dragged their feet and did not come to propose marriage. What does it mean? It is self-evident.
The Song family was also anxious and angry, especially the second aunt who was like a transparent person in the past. She ran to the main house every few days. The time she spent there in the past few days was much longer than in the past ten years.
"Sister-in-law, why hasn't the Liang family sent anyone with any news yet?" Song Yingniang and Yu Jiangyue looked worried.
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