CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 300: NO FEAR OF THE OLD, USEFULNESS IS WHAT MATTERS

Looking at Song Laotaiye glaring and akimbo, questioning furiously, Song Ci almost wanted to laugh. Seven reasons for expulsion?

"So what if I’ve committed the seven reasons for expulsion, I do it because I want to, because I’m happy. What are you gonna do about it?" Song Ci sneered coldly, "I can even let you force me to death. You want to try it?"

Song Laotaiye was so angry he almost spat out three liters of blood, pointing at Song Ci with a trembling hand.

It was this trick again, always this trick, didn’t she have any other tricks?

"You think I’m afraid of you?"

Song Ci was utterly fearless with her tried-and-true move: "You’re not afraid of me, but you’re afraid of my sons. Let’s see if the sons will let you act this way?"

Song Laotaiye immediately shrank his neck, instantly meek: "I, I won’t stoop to your level, I’m just taking a concubine. Even if the sons show up, you don’t have the right to stop it."

In noble families, which man doesn’t have a few concubines!

Song Ci glanced at him askance, "I’d like to see what kind of coquettish slut has enchanted you. Isn’t it a peony grower again?"

She stood up and walked towards the door.

In the courtyard, the maids and old women looked at the woman standing in the middle with disdain and scorn in their eyes.

Song Ci walked out holding Nanny Gong’s hand, catching a glimpse of plain white, her eye twitched.

If you want charm, wear mourning clothes.

Damn, so that’s the reasoning.

Look at that woman in all white, with a frail figure, standing there as if she might topple over. Her face is as small as a palm, with a pointy chin, red lips like cherries, and eyebrows lightly furrowed with a million worries, evoking endless pity.

Tsk tsk, it’s the kind of persona that triggers men’s protective instincts.

But do they think the old lady’s dead?

"Where did this mess come from? I’m still alive and well, wearing all this—is she trying to curse me?" Song Ci coldly snorted.

Shui Lianlian seemed startled, scared into a tremble, and immediately knelt down weakly.

Song Laotaiye came out, instantly heartbroken, and said, "Don’t raise your voice, she’s very timid, don’t frighten her. Someone, quickly help Concubine Shui up."

"Let’s see who dares!" Song Ci’s eyes widened, pointing at her, "Song pale bread, this thing doesn’t understand the rules, and neither do you, huh? Coming into the house dressed like this, what’s wrong with your head, trying to be offensive?"

"I—I was just in a hurry to see you and didn’t have time to change, right?" Song Laotaiye felt somewhat at a loss, and argued, "Besides, this isn’t completely white, it’s crescent white, and her collar and hemline have patterns embroidered! Her father just passed away; it’s inappropriate to wear bright red or green. You weren’t afraid of this in the past, why start nitpicking now?"

Song Ci scoffed, "Father passed away? Could it be she sold herself to bury her father and you just happened to buy her?"

"How did you know!" Could it be this old woman had someone secretly following him?

Song Ci: "..."

Could it not be so melodramatic? She found it quite antiquated.

"Drag her out of the courtyard, don’t let her hover in front of me, she’s an eyesore." Song Ci turned and walked back.

With a wave of Nanny Gong’s hand, an old woman began dragging Shui Lianlian away.

"Song, Song Lang." Shui Lianlian called out softly with tears in her eyes, meekly, boohoo, she was scared.

Song Ci stumbled for a second, Song Lang?

These women, do they truly lack any decorum, calling a man old enough to be their grandfather so affectionately? At least they understand their role.

Song Laotaiye was burning with anxiety, but dared not oppose Song Ci, knowing this old woman’s temperament— the more you go against her, the more she’ll make a fuss.

"Wait for me outside the courtyard, I’ll just be a moment." Song Laotaiye looked at Shui Lianlian, coaxing gently.