Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Although Song Wei really wanted to invite this god of plague to leave immediately, the latter must have a close relationship with Jiang Mingxu to be able to cause such a ruckus in the Jiang residence without Uncle Dong opting to call for security.

When beating a dog, one had to look at its owner. When putting sc*mbags in their place, one had to figure out the person’s background too.

Song Wei asked Uncle Dong, “Who is she?”

“Madam, don’t lower yourself to her level. Miss Gu is indeed a little special to Young Master…”

Song Wei frowned. “Special? How special?”

“This… Young Master forbade me from mentioning it, but it’s definitely not romantic love,” Uncle Dong spoke hesitatingly, feeling a little troubled.

However, Song Wei looked relaxed. “It’s fine even if he has romantic feelings for her. It would only be strange if he doesn’t have an ex. However, do I really have to let her stay here? I’m afraid I won’t be able to help but beat someone up.”

Uncle Dong coughed lightly. “Madam, calm down. I’ll call Young Master and ask him to persuade Miss Gu. She will only listen to Young Master’s words.”

The call to Jiang Mingxu got through quickly. Uncle Dong explained the situation before passing the phone to Gu Yiyao.

Gu Yiyao only managed to say a few words before she started sobbing. “Brother Mingxu, your wife is so fierce. She tried chasing me away the moment she entered the house. I’m so scared. Please come back quickly and accompany me…”

“…” Hearing this coquettish tone, coy posture, and aggrieved expression; Song Wei’s glabella furrowed tightly.

How exactly special was her identity that she could use such a tone to talk to Jiang Mingxu without being killed by him?

However, Gu Yiyao did not stop. “I’ve been very polite and nice to her the whole time. She lost her temper at me for no reason. I know that she’s just jealous that you and I are close. She’s jealous of me. Brother Mingxu, I feel so wronged…”

At this point, Gu Yiyao burst into tears straight away.

She was really possessed by the soul of an actress. Her fabrication of the story was too smooth. By the side, Song Wei was amazed and even wanted to applaud her.

In fact, she was even looking forward to seeing what other tricks Gu Yiyao could play.

However, Gu Yiyao quickly stopped crying, and her voice became gentle and obedient. “Okay, Brother Mingxu. I understand. I won’t cause you any trouble. I will listen to Uncle Dong’s arrangements.”

“I know that you’re doing this for my own good. That hotel is especially high-end. I’ve always wanted to stay there. You’re so good to me. Brother Mingxu, I’ll eat at your place tonight and wait for you to come back!”

“You’ve had a long day at work. Come home early! My heart will ache if you tire yourself out.”

These last few words simply made one’s fists harden.

Uncle Dong could clearly see Song Wei’s expression change from that of watching a show to one of anger. Both her hands had clenched into fists at some point in time, too.

He could only cough lightly twice. “Madam, calm down. If you really don’t want Miss Gu to stay here, I’ll get her to leave immediately!”

However, Song Wei turned around and smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’m not angry at all. I’m very happy. I’m overjoyed to have such an interesting person like Miss Gu accompany me for dinner.”

Although she was smiling, she was enunciating those words with gritted teeth.

Although she said that she didn’t mind, her emotional reaction was still very honest.

Uncle Dong coughed awkwardly again. “Madam, it’s good that you’re not angry… I-I’ll get the kitchen to prepare dinner.”

However, after Gu Yiyao hung up the phone, she didn’t seem to have any intention of acting with restraint at all. Soon, she raised her voice and said coquettishly, “Uncle Dong, every time I come back, you’ll get the chef to prepare Russian Borscht soup for me. I’m hungry. Do you have any soup to drink?”

Uncle Dong said, “Miss Gu, you came back so suddenly this time, so it wasn’t prepared in the kitchen. Dinner is ready. Why don’t you eat with Madam?”

“No way. Just get the kitchen to prepare a table of dishes for me alone. I’ll make a list, and you can just let them buy it accordingly.”

Uncle Dong could only refuse once again. “This isn’t a restaurant. You can’t order whatever you want.”

“Sigh, if only Brother Mingxu was here. I’ll let him cook for me personally.”

That tone made it seem like she was Jiang Mingxu’s real wife.

Had Jiang Mingxu even cooked for someone else before?

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

A servant went to open the door. Song Wei never expected to see a smiling Du Xin and Song Hui—who was dressed up in her Sunday best but wore a ghastly expression—at the door.

Du Xin looked kind and gentle as she said with great concern, “Weiwei hasn’t been willing to come home this whole time. We miss her a lot. Thinking that she hasn’t drunk soup that I make in a long time, we brought some to nourish her.”

It was really lively today. Scourges came knocking on their door one after another.