Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 175: 175. A needle in cotton, harming each other (3)_1 Chapter 175: 175. A needle in cotton, harming each other (3)_1 “The Old Master Quan is here!”

A stir at the entrance, reporters swarming over, flashlights constantly flashing. The Old Master Quan and his party, already accustomed to this situation, let the reporters take photos with indifferent expressions.

“Grandpa Quan, Grandma Quan!” Song Xirou walked over and felt a slight disappointment in her heart when she did not see the figure she wanted to see.

“Xirou, you look really beautiful tonight!” Old Madam Quan smiled and complimented her.

Song Xirou responded with a bashful smile, “Not at all, Grandma Quan, you shouldn’t tease me.”

“Master Quan, please, take a seat.” Song Yi greeted with a smile, leading Old Master Quan and his party to the seats closest to the front.

Although all the guests invited tonight were dignitaries, there were still differences in their status.

Chu Ruohan sat next to Chu Yihen, observing Song Xirou mingling with the Quan family, a mocking smile forming on her lips.

Tsk, it was just because the Quan family owed her a favor three years ago.

Song Xirou, there is nothing remarkable about you.

“Ruohan, I have something to do and have to leave early. Remember not to make a scene here tonight.” Chu Yihen glanced around the banquet hall, didn’t see the person he wanted to see, and instantly lost interest in staying here.

He had originally thought that Quan Jingwu would bring her along tonight, but it seemed he was mistaken.

“I understand.” Chu Ruohan withdrew her gaze and replied.

Chu Yihen left through a side door without drawing attention.

Under the pretense of catching up with Quan Yifei, Song Xirou pulled her aside for a chat. Quan Yifei felt no discomfort and chatted with her harmoniously.

“Yifei, are you still working at your third brother’s company?” Song Xirou asked casually.

“Yes.”

“I heard from Grandma Quan that Jingwu has a girlfriend now. I was quite surprised; I didn’t expect that he would get ahead of Yimo and Mingxuan.” Song Xirou smiled charmingly, speaking playfully.

“I was expecting to see the woman who could conquer your third brother tonight.”

Quan Yifei looked at her, testing the waters cautiously, “Xirou, you’re not… into my third brother, are you?”

“Don’t say things like that indiscriminately. My boyfriend would be angry if he heard you.” Song Xirou giggled, leaning in to whisper mysteriously in her ear.

“Wait, boyfriend?” Quan Yifei looked up, adjusting the volume of her voice, she asked, “You have a boyfriend? Since when?”

Song Xirou, “A year ago, don’t go spreading it around, my parents don’t even know yet.”

Quan Yifei saw a hint of shyness in her face and relaxed a little.

She had given her a scare before, thinking she might be into her third brother. Still, since this was not the case, all was fine.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disclose it without your permission,” she promised.

“Mhm.” Song Xirou smiled and nodded.

“I have to leave now, my second brother is calling me over.” Quan Yifei, noticing Quan Mingxuan waving at her, hastily told her and left.

“Okay, I’ll find you later.”

As she watched Quan Yifei’s retreating figure, the smile on Song Xirou’s face gradually faded and a hint of maliciousness flashed in her eyes.

“Song Xirou, you’re still the same after three years apart!”

A voice came from behind, and Song Xirou turned around with a smile on her face.

Seeing her fake smile, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Chu Ruohan’s eyes.

“Ruohan, long time no see. You haven’t changed much, still the same as before.” Still so naive, so foolish.

Chu Ruohan despised her tone of voice and responded with a cold smile, “Song Xirou, there’s no need for you to pretend in front of me. I’m not Grandma Quan and your tricks don’t work on me.”

“Ruohan, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Song Xirou looked hurt and asked softly.

“Song Xirou, Jingwu is not here at your banquet tonight, I guess you’re upset deep down. He has a girlfriend now and he doesn’t have time to attend your banquet.” Chu Ruohan spat out disdainfully.

Song Xirou softly brushed aside the loose hair on her ear and replied gently, “Why does my banquet necessarily require Jingwu’s presence? Ruohan, that’s a funny thing to say. I’m guessing that the person who’s upset should be you. After all, the whole of Beijing knows you’ve been pursuing Jingwu for so many years, yet someone else beat you to it.”

At her words, Chu Ruohan’s expression changed slightly.

Song Xirou continued, “As soon as I came back, I heard that you didn’t become the spokesperson for JK International Jewelry. That’s a pity, especially since you stooped so low to compete with those actors for this. After all, you’re the Miss Chu, how could your brother let you do this sort of modeling work?”

“You…” Chu Ruohan’s eyes flashed with anger. She wanted to tear Song Xirou apart on the spot as she remembered being stepped on.

The smile on Song Xirou’s lips grew deeper, “I hear Jingwu has a new girlfriend. You must be furious. But according to Yifei, Jingwu’s girlfriend outclasses you in every respect. No wonder Jingwu chose someone else.”

Chu Ruohan’s face turned red, she stomped over to her, “Song Xirou, shut up!”

Song Xirou glanced at the reporters in the banquet hall and laughed, “Ruohan, after three years, your temper is still as impulsive as before. You really mustn’t lose your composure in front of so many people tonight. After all, you are the Miss Chu.”

She’s not on her level when it comes to battles of wit.

“Song Xirou, don’t push your luck! Don’t forget that your Song family is a notch below our Chu family.” Chu Ruohan ground her teeth, her hand twitching at her side. She wished she could slap Song Xirou.

“Ruohan, I still have to accompany Grandma Quan. I won’t chat with you anymore. See you later.” Song Xirou lifted her skirt and turned elegantly to leave.

Chu Ruohan stared at her retreating figure, a surge of anger building up in her chest—nearly bursting.

Song Xirou, one day I will tear off your mask, you wench!

The atmosphere at the banquet continued to elevate, the eyes of the wealthy young men from various families glued to Song Xirou, unable to divert their gaze.

In the guest seats, An Yu looked at Song Xirou, who was talking on stage, and couldn’t help but remember words that her mother had once said to her.

Song Xirou seemed more unfathomable than she did three years ago. It appeared that Jian Qing was in enough trouble already without her intervention.

Next to her, An Yun looked at the girl on stage, a glint of admiration in his eyes, faint but very real.

The banquet lasted for two to three hours before wrapping up. Song Xirou said goodbye to Old Master Quan and his party, turned around and made her way back to the hotel, but a dark figure suddenly appeared around the corner, blocking her path.

Song Xirou stopped walking and looked up at the newcomer.

“An Yun!”

“Xirou, welcome back. How have you been these past three years?” An Yun said, the handsome features of his face adorned with a smile, as he asked in a warm voice.