"Are you afraid that my son and Song Xi will get back together? Ha." Mrs. Chu sneered and looked at the woman in front of her.

Yang Liu shook his head with a smile and took the initiative to refill Mrs. Song's tea.

"Madam is wrong, I have never been afraid of this. But madam, you should worry about yourself."

"Me?" Mrs. Chu narrowed her eyes.

"After the interview with Madam, Song Xi must have hated Madam. I'm afraid that the old things will be brought up again at the banquet. Brother Yi was originally angry with you because of this matter. If Song Xi is talking about something, I'm afraid he has just healed. Another crack is about to open, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Chu's face gradually darkened.

This woman is right. Her son still has hope for Song Xi and misses Song Xi deeply.

After the interview, she and Song Xi were indeed on opposite sides.

If Song Xi said anything when they met at this time, his son would definitely be angry when he came back.

"Then what can I do? Can I still prevent Hongyi from going?" Mrs. Chu originally planned to support Chu Hongyi in going to the ball, because Mrs. Xu's ball was attended by top socialites and ladies from aristocratic families.

If Chu Hongyi had a chance to meet a new girlfriend, he would soon forget about Song Xi.

But she never expected that Song Xi would be on the list. Is she worthy?

Who is the Song family? In Yuncheng, they are just nouveau riche with no cultural background or wealth.

She had never taken the Song family seriously, so she never expected Song Xi to go.

"If Madam is willing to believe me, I have a way."

"Oh? Do you have a solution?"

Then, Yang Liu hooked up his hands, leaned into Madam Chu's ear, and whispered for a while.

After hearing this, Mrs. Chu frowned slightly.

"This... can it work?"

"If Madam doesn't want Brother Yi and Brother Yi to be instigated by outsiders, you'd better listen to me and strike first. Otherwise, Song Xi will sooner or later be the villain who drives a wedge between you mother and son."

Mrs. Chu took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

On the other side, Du Yanhong drove a white Rolls-Royce Cullinan to a club in the suburbs of Yuncheng.

"Aunt Hong."

"Aunt Hong, are you here?"

"Where's Azhe?" Du Yanhong took off her sunglasses and carried a Hermès limited edition bag with great style.

"Brother Zhe hasn't gotten up yet, I'll call him right away."

"What time is it? Why don't you get up yet?" Du Yanhong was obviously dissatisfied.

Not long after, I saw a young man walking down from the four-story marble building.

He is not young anymore, he looks to be at least thirty, with obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Although this man looks ordinary, he has obvious memories.

She is very white, has small eyes, thin lips, more white eyes, and wears gold-rimmed glasses.

He looks like a polite scumbag, and he even wears cross earrings on his left ear.

"Aunt, are you here? Is it Saturday today? Aunt is going to church?" He thought his aunt was asking him to accompany him to Christianity.

The Du family has been a Christian since the old lady's generation, and the whole family follows the faith.

In Du Wenzhe's generation, he was the only boy, and he was valued by the family.

In fact, the Du family doesn't have much of a family, they are just demolished households in five counties outside Yuncheng.

But Du Yanhong is so powerful that she can successfully rise to power and marry the richest man Qin Rongsheng, which is different.

As the saying goes, if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

In recent years, Du Yanhong has successively purchased properties for her nephew.

I have bought more than a dozen houses in Yuncheng alone.

Du Wenzhe runs several small loans and plastic surgery hospitals, as well as this secret club.

Since it is a secret club, there must be some shady activities going on.

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