Chapter 441: Rushing Back
"Just bear with it for now," Song Wang helplessly kept repeating, not knowing how many times he had said it, but this woman still seemed to like to throw tantrums.
"I won’t go," Qin Xiangmei was stubborn, why should she be the one to go greet them? Why not Qin Xiangnuan, that woman come over and greet her? After all, she was the one marrying Song Wang, into the Song Family, where she’d have both money and fame in the future. What did Qin Xiangnuan have? She was just someone who works for others, making clothes. And now she doesn’t even come over to butter her up. Maybe if she was in a good mood, she could even help her find a good job.
Song Wang slammed his chopsticks down on the table, his tone worsening, "Xiang Mei, how many times have I told you? My family opposes our relationship, they haven’t agreed yet. My grandfather knows Qin Xiangnuan, and if she’s willing to put in some good words for you with my grandfather, and he agrees, then everything will be much easier. Why don’t you understand? After all my efforts, can’t you just greet her and lower your head? Aren’t you willing to do even that?"
Normally, Song Wang was quite temperate and very accommodating to Qin Xiangmei. They say love is blind, and not that Qin Xiangmei is a pig, but after putting up with her for so long, his constant concessions have perhaps made her take things for granted.
Qin Xiangmei was also taken aback by Song Wang’s sudden outburst, feeling a surge of discomfort. Then she thought about it – his anger was because of Qin Xiangnuan. She didn’t know how many times she had cursed Qin Xiangnuan, wishing she could bite her teeth so hard it hurt.
Qin Xiangnuan touched her ears, feeling the heat. She knew Qin Xiangmei was definitely cursing her again.
Someone was coming. Jian Zhiqing warned Qin Xiangnuan that her sister and future brother-in-law were approaching. His tone carried a hint of sarcasm: Song Wang really did have questionable taste. At the moment, Qin Xiangmei was clad in a decent outfit, her face slathered in makeup, her lips a bloody red. He mused over how Song Wang could tolerate such taste.
After all, his own little girl was always nice and clean, wearing clothes she made herself which highlighted her temperament and figure. She didn’t like to smear her face with makeup, preferring skincare. She didn’t like makeup, so her body always carried a faint scent, not the smell of powder.
Qin Xiangmei wasn’t even close yet, but Jian Zhiqing already felt his nose twitch uncomfortably. How much powder had she applied?
As the smell of powder intensified, the two had reached the table.