Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 174 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cling To Me 25

Fearing that Ni Qing would discover him, Song Ziyu quickly put away his gloomy expression and looked at the so-called butler, saying meaningfully, "Hello, your grandfather took good care of me before, but this is the first time I've seen his grandson."

He said casually, "Every time Ni Qing comes to my house as a guest, it's the butler who brings her over."

For some reason, there was a subtle sense of tension in the atmosphere.

Ah Yue said with a forced smile, "Is that so?"

Ni Qing glanced at the two of them casually and suggested, "Why don't we go inside first? There are too many paparazzi here. I'm afraid that if any rumors spread, Brother Song will be angry."

The other person stiffly shook his head: "How could that be? Let's go in then." He was actually hoping for some so-called scandal to spread. It didn't matter; many paparazzi had been bribed. In any case, their relationship had to be confirmed today.

If it weren't for a little accident last time, he would have confessed his feelings to her in the hospital room.

That bizarre car accident... and the unknown doctor.

Everything that happened sent chills down his spine and made his scalp tingle. He only belatedly realized how frightened he was when the police said that no vehicle appeared in the surveillance footage.

Do ghosts really exist in this world?

Fortunately, Ni Qing didn't seem to mind the scar on his face this time, so he might as well take this opportunity...

Mr. and Mrs. Song were dressed modestly yet tastefully, shaking hands and expressing their gratitude to the important guests with grace and poise. The other children were all a few years younger than Song Ziyu, making it easy to determine the illegitimate child's identity.

He cheated on his wife with Mrs. Song during their courtship.

But she didn't care about any of that; she was very clear about what the Song family represented. Therefore, she fully indulged Old Master Song's idea of ​​bringing Song Ziyu back.

"This must be the lady from the Qin family, right?" Mr. Song was overjoyed to see Ni Qing. The most important person had finally arrived. After this press conference, the reputation and status of the Song family would surely rise to a new level.

Madam Song nodded politely, as if to say hello.

The lights at the press conference kept flashing.

Although A-Yue remained silent, his outstanding demeanor made it hard for others not to feel threatened.

Ni Qing smiled politely: "Uncle, hello. This is my friend."

They had known each other since childhood, so Ni Qing took the initiative to introduce A Yue.

Mr. Song winked at Song Ziyu before continuing, "It's not an important press conference. You're getting more and more beautiful, aren't you? Why don't you come to play with Ziyu anymore? My wife has been talking about you a lot lately."

These were all just polite words, and Ni Qing could only give perfunctory replies.

Once everyone had arrived, the press conference began. It was no different from any other business press conference, and there wasn't much of a focus. Ni Qing was sitting in her chair, half-asleep, when her hand was suddenly grasped.

A-Yue's expression was unusually cold as he frowned at Song Ziyu's outstretched hand.

The other person gave him a provocative smile, then looked at Ni Qing and said, "This is too boring. I have something to say to you. You can come back when the press conference is almost over."

He rarely spoke to the original owner of this body so kindly, so Ni Qing quickly realized what his intentions were after a moment's thought, and she "happily" agreed.

Just as she was about to quietly get up, the boy grabbed her wrist.

She turned around and saw Ah Yue staring at her expressionlessly, his tone indifferent: "That's a bit impolite of you, isn't it? Why don't you wait until the press conference is over?"

Ni Qing was taken aback, and without thinking, she pulled her wrist back, saying spoiledly, "The press conference isn't that important, don't bother me."

After saying that, she and Song Ziyu left their seats.

The boy lowered his head, his short, black hair obscuring his gloomy eyes. He was clearly entangled with other men in the bar, so why was he pretending to be so affectionate here?

His initial affection for his young wife had begun to recover, but now it had plummeted again. "If you won't behave, then come down and keep me company."

On the other side, Song Ziyu led her to the small balcony in the backyard, where there was champagne and fine wine everywhere. He picked up a glass and handed it to her: "When you were little, you often came to our backyard to cut flowers and give them to me, saying that you would be my bride someday."

Ni Qing didn't want to play the emotional card anymore, so she replied perfunctorily, "I remember you said back then that you only saw me as a younger sister."

The man's expression faltered for a moment, then he casually changed the subject: "How could I have predicted what would happen back then? What I want to ask you is, putting aside looks, what do you like about me..."

"I can't let it go." Ni Qing said decisively and sincerely.

Song Ziyu almost choked on his own breath. He looked at her incredulously: "What did you say?"

The other person smiled and said, "Just kidding."

He didn't want to drag it out any longer, lest he feel uneasy, so he immediately got to the point: "What if I said I wanted to be with you? Even though you've been married before, I don't mind..."

Ni Qing gave him a strange look. Was this confidence given to him by the original owner of the body?

The task list didn't have this guide, so she instinctively wanted to refuse: "Sorry, Brother Song, I..."

Song Ziyu grew anxious and immediately gripped her wrist tightly: "Don't you like me? Why won't you say yes? I admit I wasn't good enough to you before, but I really like you now, I swear..."

He genuinely had no feelings for her before, although this time it was mostly out of manipulation, he did develop some affection for Ni Qing.

Especially when I saw that Ah Yue...

He absolutely cannot let anyone else get there first.

Ni Qing tried to pull away in pain, but the difference in strength between men and women meant she couldn't break free. Song Ziyu instinctively moved closer to her and kissed her with a slightly aggressive touch.

The next second, his hair was suddenly grabbed, and Ah Yue smiled at him slightly before throwing a punch without any hesitation.

The force was so great that even Ni Qing was shocked.

She quickly grabbed Ah Yue, but couldn't stop them at all. The commotion was so loud that it overturned the table, and many people came looking for the source of the noise, only to find the two of them fighting fiercely.

The press conference had to be suspended, and Song's father, his face grim, stormed over: "Stop! What are you doing?!"

Ah Yue then stopped. Both of them had bruises on their faces, but Song Ziyu had just been injured in the face recently. With this fight, the scabs that had been scabbed over were rubbed off, and he was bleeding profusely, looking extremely ferocious.

The unspeakable disgust in Song's parents' eyes was evident. They had long known that their illegitimate son was no good, but today, with the shares at stake, how could he afford to make a mistake?

While everyone was watching the spectacle and gossiping, a hint of pleasure flashed across his face, hidden in the darkness.

In the end, the matter was dropped, the press conference was temporarily suspended, and Ni Qing explained that she and Song Ziyu had not yet officially defined their relationship. This angered Song's father so much that he was about to hit him on the spot.

Not only did she lose face, but she also deceived him!

After apologizing on behalf of A-Yue, Ni Qing also left the Song family.

The boy focused on driving, his expression no longer as indifferent as before. That is, until Ni Qing began to speak.

"From now on, I don't want to see you again."

His gaze paused, concealing a suppressed bitterness in his eyes, before he stubbornly turned to look at her: "Because I hit him, you feel sorry for him?"