The real heiress is wild and seductive, making all the male leads fall for her.

Chapter 127 "Cricket" is a compliment.

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Chi Hao couldn't help but wink at Jiang Muye.

That's a bit of a sly remark!

Song Nanxi looked up, her smile radiant.

"I'm really curious now."

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Song Nanxi placed the dog in Qi Yu's arms and opened the gift.

Inside was an exquisite and flawless jade pendant.

About the size of a baby's palm.

The red jade was bright and clear, and the nine-tailed fox lay quietly inside the black velvet.

Every hair and eyelash is clearly visible, as if they would look at them at any moment.

Chi Hao took a breath and whispered to Jiang Mu, "It's over, Brother Ye, our gift has become the least valuable thing."

Jiang Mu glanced at him indifferently, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Yan Xingxue chuckled, "I bought it at the auction a couple of days ago. I felt it was perfect for you the moment I saw it."

Whether made into a necklace or a pendant, it looks beautiful.

Song Nanxi did indeed like it—

Red jadeite is very expensive!

Her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Teacher Yan really understands me."

She speaks very pleasantly.

Jiang Mu scoffed. He saw that Yan Xingxue was easily fooled by Song Nanxi's words, but he had already seen through Song Nanxi's true nature.

That sounds nice, but he's just a money-grubber!

Ling Sheng should have arrived earlier, but one of his film stars was exposed for dating a young model, so he urgently called a meeting.

The gift given to Song Nanxi was simple and straightforward.

But that was exactly what he wanted.

He gave Song Nanxi a bank card.

It was a black card. Song Nanxi fiddled with it between her fingers, glancing at him sideways. "How much is it? It's not an empty card, is it?"

Ling Sheng said calmly, "What a coincidence, you guessed right."

Song Nanxi: "?"

Ling Sheng deliberately provoked her, "I'll get you an empty bank card, and all your salary will be deposited into this card from now on, how about that?"

Song Nanxi raised her hand and shouted, "Guards, throw them out!"

You're obsessed with money.

Ling Sheng found it funny.

Song Nanxi waved her bank card. "In this world, your own parents might not love you, and even your closest relatives can turn around and stab you in the back. Only money will never betray you."

So, who can resist money?

Several people had heard about what had happened to her, and some had even witnessed firsthand how her so-called family treated her.

Naturally, one can't help but think deeper.

Yan Xingxue didn't know that much, but he chuckled and comforted her, "You're right, Nanxi, you'll become richer and richer in the future."

Thanks to Song Yirou's matchmaking, Song Mo and Wei Fan completed a collaboration on the spot.

Lin Bei proudly patted Song Yirou on the shoulder.

"Xiaorou, Mom didn't raise you for nothing."

Unlike that wretched girl, who only causes trouble for the family!

Song Yirou smiled, when she suddenly heard Wei Fan ask, "Mo, I heard you have a younger sister. Could you introduce me to her?"

"She has a very strange temper. I suggest you don't see her. She might offend you."

The last business deal was ruined by Song Nanxi, and Song Mo didn't want another mistake to happen.

Wei Fan smiled and said, "How could that be? I've heard Xiao Rou mention her a few times, and Xiao Rou seems to really want to get along with her."

Song Mo was extremely uncomfortable because he hadn't expected Song Yirou to tell Wei Fan even this.

Wei Fan turned his neck, his gaze already sweeping across the banquet hall.

The woman in the white dress pointed directly at Song Nanxi, who was drinking while leaning against the sofa, and said, "Mr. Wei Fan, that's Song Nanxi."

Upon hearing this, Wei Fan walked directly towards Song Nanxi.

Not even a thank you.

It can be said that, except when facing Song Yirou, his arrogant temperament was displayed to the fullest extent.

"Is this Miss Song Nanxi?"

Song Nanxi turned her head and saw the man who had been standing next to Song Yirou just moments before.

With deep-set features, he was clearly not from this country.

She said directly, "What kind of gibberish is this? I can't understand it."

Wei Fan's smile froze for a moment. "I mean, are you Song Nanxi?"

Several men's eyes fell on Wei Fan.

Overall, it's not very friendly.

Song Nanxi didn't give her a friendly look at all. "So you can speak Chinese. Then what were you pretending for just now?"

Wei Fan: "..."

He had prepared himself mentally, knowing that Song Nanxi's behavior was vulgar, but this was just too vulgar!

And what about those other men? Do I know them?

“Oh, okay,” he raised his hands in surrender, “Please don’t misunderstand, I just often hear Xiaorou mention you, so I’m curious about you.”

Chi Hao ruthlessly retorted, "Really just mentioning it? Or maybe you're secretly obsessed with crickets."

"Cricket? What does that mean?" Although Wei Fan could speak Chinese, his comprehension was clearly not that good.

Song Nanxi: "Oh, it means praise."

Wei Fan nodded, very seriously, "Yes, Xiao Rou often talks to me about you."

When Song Yirou followed, she suddenly heard this sentence.

Her expression almost cracked.

"Wei Fan? What are you talking about—"

Wei Fan said elegantly and gentlemanly, "I was chatting with Miss Song Nanxi, telling her about you and me talking about her."

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Chi Hao burst out laughing and collapsed onto the sofa, clutching his stomach.

"Sister Song, you're so mean!"

Even the men couldn't help but smile.

Suppressing her anger, Song Yirou said to Wei Fan, "You've been tricked. 'Cricket' means to speak ill of someone!"

Wei Fan was surprised, and he squinted at Song Nanxi.

This woman seemed to harbor strong malice towards him from the very beginning.

Is it simply because he is Xiaorou's friend?

"I see. Then I must clarify that Xiaorou has never said anything bad about you. She is a good girl."

Wei Fan looked serious, and his protectiveness towards Song Yirou was obvious.

Song Nanxi: "Then I need to say that, for better or for worse, the fact that my name came out of her mouth is disgusting to me."

Qi Yu stood up, his aura no less imposing than Wei Fan's.

"Please leave," he said coldly.

Wei Fan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Qi Yu.

This person's appearance... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?

"There's a saying in China, 'A friend comes from afar,' and I genuinely want to get to know Miss Nanxi."

Wei Fan stood there without moving, and smiled, "Speaking of which, Miss Nanxi and I have a connection from a long time ago. Does Miss Nanxi still remember Leo?"

Song Nanxi remembered.

"Which sissy?"

Wei Fan's lips twitched. "He is my student."

Song Nanxi: "You've taught such a useless apprentice. Your title of makeup master is really undeserved."

Wei Fan: "..."

Song Yirou couldn't help but say, "Song Nanxi, if you have any complaints, take them out on me. Be polite to my friend!"

Song Nanxi chuckled, "If they're coming for you, they're coming for you. What kind of person are you? Take him and get out of here."

Song Yirou gritted her teeth, her fantasy of seeing envy on Song Nanxi's face not coming true.

"Don't you know who he is? Wei Fan is a distinguished guest in our family! Even if Grandpa came, we would still treat him with the utmost hospitality!"

“I can treat you,” Song Nanxi raised an eyebrow, her gaze slowly sweeping over Wei Fanjun’s face. “Are two slaps enough? If not, I’ll add more.”