My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 47: Si Mingjing: Let’s See Who Laughs Last1

The house was adorned with lights and decorations as if it were New Year’s, making Song Pianlan’s temper flare wherever she went. She didn’t want to attend the evening banquet and was about to grab her car keys to go for a drive and clear her mind.

Old Master Song called her to his study. "You are not allowed to go anywhere today; you will stay at home."

But Song Pianlan was unwilling to comply. "Grandfather, I will not accept her! She ruined my chance at marriage and expects me to welcome her with a smile? I, Song Pianlan, am not that magnanimous."

Fool! Old Master Song was frustrated by her lack of steel, feeling that his granddaughter was not steady enough to withstand the trials ahead. How would she inherit his legacy in this state?

Old Master Song was aging, with one foot already in the grave. In the household, only Song Pianlan was interested in pursuing medicine. Old Master Song cultivated her as the sole heir, and Song Pianlan lived up to expectations. As long as she was willing to apply herself, she was bound to be highly successful in medicine one day. This would allow her to continue the Song family’s lineage in traditional Chinese medicine.

Thus, Old Master Song could not bear to see Song Pianlan give up on herself.

"I’m telling you, even if you dislike her, you will smile and welcome her today. I have my own plans for tonight’s banquet. We will reclaim the face and substance we lost last night, and we will make a name for ourselves. The Song family’s medical skill cannot be surpassed by some young brat from Prison Star."

Song Pianlan was no fool and soon understood. "Grandfather, have you thought of a way to counter-attack?"

"Obviously," Old Master Song said gravely as he laid out his plan.

After hearing it, Song Pianlan was overjoyed. "Grandfather, you truly are wise and resourceful! You have spent your life studying complicated illnesses, and no one can match your medical achievements. Tonight, I will assist you. We’ll let the world know that when it comes to medicine, that little wench is far from being your match!"

"Feeling spirited now?" Seeing his granddaughter’s fighting spirit renewed, Old Master Song was relieved and stroked his beard, his deeply lined face beaming with the confidence of sure victory.

Of course!

Song Pianlan wasn’t just spirited; she was brimming with energy and eagerly anticipating the evening’s banquet.

Yet, simply trampling Si Mingjing underfoot in medicine wasn’t enough for Song Pianlan. With her spirits lifted and her thoughts cleared, she planned not only to make Si Mingjing kneel and beg for mercy in medical defeat tonight but also to lead her to a far greater fall.

Si Mingjing, if you dare to show up, I’ll make sure you die a most unpleasant death!

Si Mingjing arrived at the Song family residence at three in the afternoon. Everyone else was huddled in the well-heated rooms, escaping the cold.

The winter in A Country was truly frigid. Even after a heavy snowfall, the sunlight, though present, carried no warmth and instead felt chillingly crisp.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Song Pianlan, Fang Jing, and Song’s mother sitting on the sofa, leisurely watching TV, knitting, or playing with their phones.

"Mingjing is here." Fang Jing stood up to greet her, striking the pose of a kindly stepmother. "Come and sit down. I was just about to call you to ask when you would be arriving. You are the guest of honor tonight; your father has invited many friends and relatives to introduce you to them."

Si Mingjing’s lips curled slightly as she walked over, haughtily taking a seat on an empty armchair.

As a girl from Prison Star, she had grown up among a throng of criminals. Because of this, she felt a mix of self-importance and a prickly, ’don’t-mess-with-me’ arrogance, a persona she believed suited the character fostered by her upbringing. So, in front of the Song family, she played up this persona to the hilt.

Her two long, slender legs lifted, and with no semblance of ladylike decorum, she propped them on the coffee table, casually jiggling them a bit.

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