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After hearing Song Shiwei's thoughts, Zhang Lexuan did not believe a word of them. He firmly believed Sister Yurou was not that kind of person!

Song Shiwei was just jealous of Sister Yurou. She was absolutely awful.

He looked toward his sister below the stage with a gloomy gaze. Zhang Leyao did not look very happy, but she still beckoned to him.

He quickly went down, clearing the stage. The auctioneer's arrival brought the farce to an end.

The wealthy guests had more or less had their fill of gossip, and Song Shiwei's inner voice vanished at that moment. They felt a little heartbroken, but there was nothing they could do. They could only obediently sit back down and gaze longingly at Song Shiwei.

They wanted more gossip!

Zhang Lexuan walked over to his sister. "Sis."

Zhang Leyao nodded and said coolly, "Sit down. Stop associating with Song Yurou. Cut ties with her sooner rather than later."

Song Yurou had slung mud at Song Shiwei without bothering to find out right from wrong. Clearly, she was ill-intentioned too. It was better to keep away from people like that.

"Sis, hear me out. Sister Yurou is really nice. You just haven't..." Zhang Lexuan's heart lurched, and he spoke anxiously.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's so nice. She'll play the pity card tonight, and then you'll fall over yourself begging your sister to make her a dress.

Zhang Lexuan: ?

Impossible. Sister Yurou never played the pity card with him.

"Then let's make a bet. If she doesn't bring up the dress later, I'll believe her. If she does, I'll give the dress to Miss Song Shiwei." Zhang Leyao rested her hands lightly on her legs, looking somewhat tired.

She knew her brother's temperament. He would not shed a tear until he saw the coffin.

Song Shiwei had been engrossed in enjoying the gossip when this sudden bombshell left her momentarily stunned.

Wait, Zhang Leyao's company was the only haute couture company in the country. Custom dresses easily cost millions, and she was just going to give her one?

Give it to me? I've never worn anything that nice before. Hurry up and let me try it on. Song Shiwei went wild inwardly.

Mrs. Jiang, Zhang Leyao, and Zhang Lexuan all paused.

Mrs. Jiang squeezed Song Shiwei's hand. "Don't be nervous. Bid on whatever you want."

"Thank you, sugar daddy!"

Song Shiwei answered instinctively. Everyone fell into a second of contemplation. She was one step away from dropping to her knees and kowtowing to her mother-in-law right there.

"Sorry, Mom! I mean, whoever gives me money is my daddy."

Song Shiwei scrambled to explain-

Guys, does anyone get it? I said the wrong thing. Will my mother-in-law think I'm a gold digger? But I really am a gold digger.

Mrs. Jiang was amused by her inner thoughts. Her daughter-in-law really said whatever was on her mind. She was quite adorable. She would let her enjoy herself today, and do some good deeds too. Not a bad deal.

"It's all right. I know that's not what you meant." Mrs. Jiang took Song Shiwei's hand and said with a smile, "Bid on whatever you like. Consider it a first-meeting gift from Mom."

Song Shiwei yammered loudly inside her head-

This mother-in-law is actually pretty nice. From now on, she's my dad. If anyone dares lay a hand on her, I'll be the first to object.

Zhang Leyao watched Song Shiwei with amusement. One look at Miss Song told her she could not keep anything hidden. She was so genuine. Her gratitude toward Song Shiwei grew a little more.

After tonight's banquet, she would give Song Shiwei a dress she had made herself, no matter what.

Zhang Lexuan did not see it that way. Song Shiwei had merely hit the mark by a fluke, and now she was just talking nonsense.

He believed Sister Yurou would slap her hard in the face.

Song Shiwei sat cheerfully beside Mrs. Jiang. She did not spare the jewelry or precious antiques a single glance, instead winning several ugly rocks in a row at low prices.

Everyone looked at her as though she were an idiot. Hundreds of thousands for a pile of lousy rocks?

Even Mrs. Jiang and Zhang Leyao beside her could not help reminding her, "Shiwei, perhaps we could look at something else?"

No! The plot outline said these rocks were natural jadeite rough. Since nobody bid on them, Song Yurou ended up buying them to keep up appearances and put on a show, then made several times her money.

Mrs. Jiang and Zhang Leyao were both startled, but Zhang Lexuan laughed. "Jadeite rough looks like that? I'll wash my hair upside down."

Song Shiwei looked timid on the outside, but boldly opened her mic inside her head-

Oh, my damn temper. Zhang Lexuan, say that again if you dare. Just you wait. If I don't make you wash your hair upside down today, I'll take your surname.

Song Shiwei's thoughts left all three speechless again. Just then, Song Yurou appeared from who knew where. "Sis, why did you bid on these ugly rocks?"

"These little things are ugly in a rather distinctive way. I liked them, so I bought them. What's wrong with that?" Song Shiwei's reply seemed ordinary, but she was already boldly digging into the gossip in her head.

Song Yurou: ...

Seriously, how was she supposed to respond to that?

She had only stepped out for a moment to call up the system and check the plot's progress. Who would have thought that the rocks that should have been left until the end would be bought by that idiot Song Shiwei?

She squeezed her fingers. Never mind. That was not the important matter right now. It would not be too late to ask Song Shiwei for them later.

Song Shiwei did not care how Song Yurou would respond. She was enjoying the gossip inside her head-

Here she comes, here she comes. The female lead is walking over with her pity-party halo. Little bro Zhang Lexuan, you're in for it.

Zhang Leyao gave Zhang Lexuan a meaningful look, while he confidently lifted his chin and looked at Song Yurou, brimming with assurance.

"Lexuan? I didn't expect it to really be you!" Song Yurou looked at Zhang Lexuan in surprise, feigning delight as she spoke.

A sudden chill ran down Zhang Lexuan's back, and he instantly had an ominous feeling. Still, he felt Song Yurou was not that kind of person.

Song Shiwei shook her head and continued snarking inwardly. Next comes claiming family ties.

"Is this your sister?" Song Yurou quickly sat down beside Zhang Leyao. "I never expected Lexuan's sister to be you, Mrs. Li. What a coincidence! We really are fated to meet."