The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

To An Xiaxia, Song Shi was still in the “pervert” category. She hid behind Sheng Yize as soon as she saw his face.

Song Shi rubbed his nose. “We’re in the same boat here.”

“What boat is that?” Sheng Yize gave him the cold shoulder.

“Hohoho…” Song Shi chuckled awkwardly, changing the subject. “That was very sly of Chu Zhiyun. I wonder how she did it. I didn’t think Mr. Song would have granted her her wish…”

Neither Sheng Yize nor An Xiaxia responded. Song Shi said in resignation, “Fine, I see you’re not interested. But what about that party she’s throwing? You’ll care about that, won’t you?”

“What party? To celebrate her husband’s immediate death after they got married?” An Xiaxia was relentless on this subject.

“My dear sister, I see you’ve got a temper.” Song Shi raised an eyebrow. “She’s going to hold a banquet in the Song family home to entertain her friends in showbiz. It’s probably… just to show off. Her life hasn’t been all plain sailing. She was ostracized and her career only took off when she was in her late 30s. The award only came to her a couple of years ago. As a matter of fact, to most people in showbiz, she’s neither popular nor reputable.”

“Whatever. Party however she wants. I’m not going to waste my time on her.” An Xiaxia pouted.

Song Shi was dazed for a moment. “But… Auntie was the only madam of the Song family house before this and in a sense, it’s her territory. Are you going to let this happen?”

By auntie, he meant An Xiaxia’s biological mother.

An Xiaxia gritted her teeth. “When is that banquet?”

“This Sunday.”

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That Sunday, a limousine stopped outside the Song family home.

“Are you sure you’re going in alone?” Sheng Yize was concerned.

“Didn’t you say you still have emails to reply to?” An Xiaxia smiled at him. “Just stay in the car and do your work. I’ll call you if something comes up.”

Sheng Yize frowned, still hesitating.

An Xiaxia kissed him on the mouth, which finally softened him.

“If you walk in and find me cursing loudly like a shrew… will that traumatize you?” An Xiaxia teased him.

Sheng Yize smiled. “I’ll wait for your good news.”

An Xiaxia rearranged her hair, lifted the lower hem of her dress off the ground, and entered the villa.

Soft classical music filled the hall and the place bustled with beautiful people. An Xiaxia spotted quite a few familiar faces often seen on the big screen. In the midst of the crowd stood Chu Zhiyun, who seemed to have reached some emotional part in her conversation and was even dabbing the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Her and her acting…

Seeing her walk in, Song Qingwan glared at her in an arrogant manner. “What’re you doing in my house?”

Heh, her house, really?

An Xiaxia smiled without saying a word, which nearly drove Song Qingwan out of control. Chu Zhiyun frowned when she noticed An Xiaxia. She excused herself from the crowd and hurried toward her.

“Xiaxia, you’re back.” Chu Zhiyun’s smile was perfect — neither too warm, nor too detached.

“Old Hag Chu, I see you’re in a great mood. Mr. Song was only just buried and you’re already throwing a party. Do you think that’s appropriate?” An Xiaxia looked around. “Plus, Mr. Song’s ashes were here overnight… I wonder what that means for all your fortunes…”

Showbiz people were quite particular about taboos like this and quite a few people began to throw dirty looks at Chu Zhiyun.

Chu Zhiyun was rendered speechless for a second. Just then, a servant hurried over and reported in a low voice, “Madam, the paintings in the master’s room have already been thrown away.”

Paintings… An Xiaxia’s eyes widened and she grabbed the servant. “Where did you throw them?”