Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 129 - Ji Muye: “Smash it for me!”

Chapter 129 -129 Ji Muye: “Smash it for me!”

At Song Henian’s room door.

Old Sir Song came rushing in, leaning on his cane. When he saw the bodyguards brought by Ji Muye, he frowned, “Muye, what are you doing?”

Hearing no response from inside, Ji Muye turned to look at Song Changhe, his eyes dark as he said, “I’m naturally here to pick up my people.”

Today’s banquet had been hosted in the name of Song Changhe, and the attendees were all prominent figures in their circles. Ji Muye’s open intrusion with so many bodyguards was undoubtedly a slap in the face to Song Changhe.

He said in displeasure, “Your people… how do I remember that you and Miss Lu had already divorced? She is now a free individual.”

Ji Muye’s deep, indifferent gaze fixed on the old man before him as he scoffed coldly, “Just because she’s free, she can be bullied by the Song Family?”

He directly ordered the bodyguards to start breaking down the door, “I’ll take full responsibility.”

Ji Muye, “Break it down!”

Had it not been for his friend also being at the Song Family’s banquet and seeing Song Family’s butler take Lu Xining upstairs, quietly following them, he wouldn’t have known that Song Changhe could be so shameless as to drug someone!

“Ji Muye! Don’t go too far!”

Song Changhe’s face turned red with anger, his chest heaving; he raised his cane and slammed it down. Even before his retirement, he had been a leader, always treated with utmost respect; no one had ever shown him the disdain that Ji Muye did.

“I can go even further, Mr. Song, would you like to see?” Without a word from Ji Muye, the bodyguards at the back didn’t dare to stop.

He didn’t regard Song Changhe highly at all, his tone cold, and his black eyes filled with suppressed rage.

Ji Muye, “I hope Mr. Song won’t get the chance to see, as I won’t stop until I see some blood.”

Inside the room, the sound of doors being banged echoed.

Song Henian silently looked at Lu Xining’s delicate profile, knowing why Ji Muye had come at this time.

He just didn’t expect his grandfather would put him and Lu Xining in such an awkward position.

Song Henian, “Should we open the door?”

The door to his room was made of solid materials and couldn’t be broken just by a few people ramming against it.

Lu Xining, listening to Ji Muye’s threats outside and Old Sir Song’s angry voice, had no good impression of him considering what he had done.

She turned and glanced at Song Henian, hesitating to speak.

He immediately understood her implication, hesitatingly said, “I know, my Song Family is at fault this time, but he is still my grandfather, I will persuade him to apologize to you, but I cannot guarantee that he will agree.”

Knowing his words wouldn’t mitigate her grievances, he quickly added, “From now on, whatever help you need, I, Song Henian, will give my all to help.”

“So… I am truly sorry, I apologize on behalf of the Song Family.”

Song Henian’s response was within her expectations.

Lu Xining couldn’t articulate what she felt in her heart, whether it was disappointment or something else.

After all, if it indeed was Song Changhe, the other party was Song Henian’s own grandfather, and as a grandson, there wasn’t much he could do.

But she was herself, and she would not swallow this insult.

Lu Xining looked at him calmly, “Song Henian, I am someone who believes in revenge.”

It was likely a rebound from hitting rock bottom.

After enduring that suffocating five-year marriage with Ji Muye, she had now enlightened herself that she wouldn’t let anyone belittle her ever again.

“So, you better stay in your room, otherwise, I can’t guarantee that I won’t include you in my scolding.”

Song Henian, “…”

Lu Xining knocked on the door from the inside, signalling the people outside.

Hearing the noise, the bodyguards immediately stepped aside.

She opened the door and walked out directly.

She had seen Father Song when Lu Xining was hospitalized before; this was her first time meeting his grandfather.

Ji Muye’s gaze fell on Lu Xining, and upon seeing that her clothes were intact and that there were no signs of mistreatment on her body, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do whatever you want, I’ve got your back,” he said, standing beside her, completely disregarding Song Changhe’s dignity.

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Lu Xining glanced at him, “I can handle it on my own.”

Her proud and defiant look, Ji Muye had seen it in Ji Chao and Ji Ze as well, it must have been inherited from them.

He curled the corners of his mouth and hummed in agreement.

Their eyes met, Song Changhe’s gaze sharp as a blade. Though he didn’t speak immediately, he deliberately exuded the aura of a superior, trying to intimidate her with an air of authority that had been refined over the years.

However, Lu Xining was not buying it.

“Old Sir Song seems like a respectable elder, so why does he do such shady things?”

Her straightforward words were like a slap across Song Changhe’s face, even less considerate than what Ji Muye offered.

Song Changhe retorted angrily, “Miss Lu, be careful with your words.”

His words only made Lu Xining laugh, and she continued, “I like to… say what needs to be said, to whom it pertains.”

“Judging by Old Sir Song’s dirty tricks of drugging me behind my back, he really doesn’t deserve my respect.”

“One would think we were dealing with some petty thieves, to do such shameless acts to an invited guest at his own party, I did him a favor by not calling the police immediately.”

Lu Xining’s sarcastic tone clearly conveyed her disdain for Song Changhe.

“How dare you!”

Song Changhe, furiously red in the face and neck, slammed his cane on the ground again, creating a piercing loud noise.

“Old Sir Song, the feudal dynasty has long perished.”

How dare he? He must think he’s some kind of ancient emperor.

Lu Xining curled her lips sarcastically, adding, “If it weren’t for your age, I might not just be talking; I would have taken action.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the security guards brought by Song Changhe immediately rushed over.

His breathing became rapid, his anger had no outlet, and he desperately wanted to tear Lu Xining apart.

Watching her unapologetically contend with Song Changhe, Ji Muye’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, silently conveying through his presence by her side that he was there to protect her.

Seeing the Song Family’s security suddenly step forward, Ji Muye casually glanced at the man he had brought.

The Ji Family’s bodyguards swiftly shielded the two, forming a confrontational stance with the Song Family’s security, and the tense atmosphere was about to erupt.

“Miss Lu, accusations need evidence,” Song Changhe’s voice carried an uncontrollable anger.

“Who knows if you weren’t coveting my grandson’s good looks, sneaking into his room to do shameful things.”

Hearing this, Ji Muye’s dark, deep eyes emitted a chilling gleam, returning Song Changhe’s insinuations back at him.

“Old Sir Song, the real person who needs to be careful with words is you.”

“Although you have stepped down, if anything is indeed discovered, don’t say you have retired; even if you are lying in your grave, I will certainly dig you up and properly deal with you.”

Ji Muye’s words carried an unmistakable threat, the Ji Family held leverage over many powerful families in their circle.

They naturally had something on Song Changhe too.

He spoke coldly, “Apologizing now is better than having your later years tarnished and being forced to apologize.”

“What do you think, Old Sir Song?”

Lu Xining tugged at Ji Muye’s sleeve, “This is my issue, I can handle it myself. Don’t interfere unnecessarily.”

Ji Muye: “…”

From behind the door, having overheard everything clearly, Song Henian pushed the door open with a stern face.

“Enough!”