Nine Lama squinted comfortably, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
Song Lingshan squatted down, pinched its cheek, and smiled.
"Your father doesn't want you anymore, why are you so happy?"
Nine-Lama couldn't understand its master's meaning, it only knew that its master had petted it today, and it felt great.
"Awoo~~~"
Seeing its silly look, Song Lingshan instantly lost interest, stood up, and sat down on the sofa.
At this moment, Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen carrying steaming hot dishes and greeted Song Lingshan.
"Young Miss, dinner is ready."
Song Lingshan let out a breath and stood up.
"good."
I sat down at the dining table and gazed at the exquisite dishes, lost in thought.
"Miss, is there anything else you need? The pot is still hot. If you want anything else to eat, I'll make it for you."
Song Lingshan shook her head, "No need, Aunt Zhang, please have dinner with me."
"ah?"
Aunt Zhang was completely bewildered; she couldn't have misheard, could she?
She had been the young lady's nanny for so long, but she had never eaten at the same table with her. Every time, the young lady would set aside some food in advance and put it in her own room to eat alone.
"You don't want to? I'll give you a raise, okay?"
Song Lingshan really wanted to talk to someone, it didn't matter who it was.
"Yes, yes, no need for a raise."
Aunt Zhang wiped her hands and carefully sat down opposite Song Lingshan.
How could she dare to mention a raise? Her salary was already among the highest in her industry.
Seeing that she wasn't touching her chopsticks, Song Lingshan smiled and said...
"What are you standing there for? Eat!"
"I'll eat, I'll eat."
Aunt Zhang immediately grabbed her chopsticks, picked up a piece of smoked fish, and put it in her mouth.
Seeing her trembling appearance, Song Lingshan smiled helplessly.
Are you afraid of me?
It's one thing for the company's employees to be afraid of him, and for Su Luo to be afraid of him too, but why is it that even the nanny who lives under the same roof as her is afraid of her?
Is she really a devil?
She remembered that she had never cursed at Aunt Zhang, nor had she ever hit her, nor had she ever been mean to her.
Aunt Zhang paused, her hand holding the chopsticks, nodded, then immediately shook her head.
"No, no, how could that be?"
How could she not be afraid? Although Song Lingshan had never been particularly fierce to her, the way she looked at people and the aura of someone who had been in a high position for a long time were already quite frightening.
"..."
Song Lingshan's lips twitched slightly. If this wasn't fear, then what was?
My already irritable heart became even more depressed.
He said, "Bring me two bottles of wine, have a drink with me."
Aunt Zhang swallowed the rice in her mouth with a gulp and said worriedly.
"Miss, it's not that I don't want to drink with you, but you forgot you had a stomachache a few days ago, so maybe you shouldn't drink."
Moreover, she had previously seen Song Lingshan's medical records in the trash can; she had a very serious stomach ulcer, and if she drank alcohol, it could easily perforate, which was no small matter.
"!!!"
Song Lingshan's face darkened. She didn't say anything, but stood up from her chair and picked up her bag from the coffee table.
She happened to have some cash in her pocket and was worried about where to spend it.
He came to Aunt Zhang's side.
He casually pulled out a stack of papers and slammed them onto the table.
"Will you help me get the wine?"
"?!?!"
Aunt Zhang stared at the bright red RMB in front of her, her eyes shining, and her heart began to waver.
Song Lingshan took out another stack of bills.
Will you drink with me?
Aunt Zhang's psychological defenses were completely shattered; she never expected to encounter such good fortune twice in a month.
Last time it was Song Qiluo, this time it's Song Lingshan. They really are sisters, both so generous and magnanimous!
Forget it, even if she gets into trouble from drinking, she can help call an ambulance. Besides, it wasn't her own initiative; it was Song Lingshan who asked her to.
This amount of money was a drop in the ocean to the Song sisters, but for a middle-aged, grassroots woman like her with elderly parents and young children to support, it was a considerable sum.
She stood up abruptly and gave a fawning smile.
"I'll go get it right now, and I'll drink with you!"
Watching Aunt Zhang's jubilant figure, Song Lingshan gave a self-deprecating smile.
Money is a wonderful thing.
It can easily change a person's mind.
With just a little money, one can become someone else's god.
But why, despite having so much money, could she still not win back Su Luo's heart?
But then again, if Su Luo were a vain person, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him in the first place.
Soon Aunt Zhang came over with two bottles of her favorite foreign liquor, opened the caps with great care, poured the liquor into a glass, and respectfully handed it to Song Lingshan.
Song Lingshan took the wine glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
Aunt Zhang continued to refill the wine glass.
One cup after another.
Song Lingshan said she wanted her to accompany her for drinks, but she completely ignored her and treated her like a waitress.
Aunt Zhang didn't feel uncomfortable. After all, she was a nanny in the service industry, and serving people had become a habit. Besides, Song Lingshan had just given her so much money.
However, she suddenly remembered that Song Lingshan's boyfriend, who looked like a girl, had also served her in the same way, and was even more attentive than her.
She once accidentally saw her boyfriend feed her a peeled lychee, then keep his hand near her mouth, waiting for her to spit the pit into his hand.
It completely terrified her. In her nearly fifty years of life, she had never seen a man spoil his girlfriend like that, not caring at all about the dirt.
Oh, and there's also Song Qiluo, who's incredibly kind to Song Lingshan. She'll wash her hair, blow-dry it, and massage her shoulders and back.
I'm so envious. Song Lingshan is not only beautiful, rich, and powerful, but she also has such a doting family and boyfriend.
The bottle of wine was quickly more than half empty.
Song Lingshan started to feel unwell; she felt dizzy and her stomach began to hurt.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Aunt Zhang kindly tried to dissuade him.
"Miss, let's stop drinking here, okay?"
Song Lingshan was in so much pain that cold sweat began to bead on her forehead, and she nodded slightly.
"Alright, I'm going to rest now. You can get ready."
Aunt Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, thankful she hadn't drunk too much, and agreed.
"Okay, call me anytime if you feel unwell, don't try to tough it out."
Song Lingshan staggered to her feet, walked slowly upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and turned on the nightlight.
He lay down on the bed, his body sinking heavily into the soft blankets.
I slowly closed my eyes, and tears silently welled up from the corners of my eyes, whether from stomach pain or something else.
The sheets beneath him were quickly soaked.
Thinking of the scene this morning when Su Luo abandoned his dignity and knelt down to beg her to let him go, her tears flowed even more freely.
She cried harder and harder, without any restraint.
The door wasn't closed properly, and the piercing cries were quickly heard by Aunt Zhang downstairs, who was clearing the dining table.
Aunt Zhang immediately put down her chopsticks and returned to her room. She picked up her phone from the table, found Song Qiluo's number, and pressed the call button.
If you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding.
She had received so much money from Song Qiluo before, and her job was to keep an eye on Song Lingshan and report any unusual activity to Song Qiluo immediately.
Clearly, Song Lingshan's crying was a big deal, not a small one.
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