The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief-Chapter 911 - 322: The Man You Love Is Now Married to Me

Chapter 911: Chapter 322: The Man You Love Is Now Married to Me

Because they were very clear that even if they sold themselves, they wouldn’t be able to buy this vase.

Murong Rui’s strength was considerable, and she smashed it directly onto the servant’s back, causing the servant to involuntarily let out a muffled groan.

The servant who had initially talked about Murong Rui was stunned, unable to react to what had just unfolded before her.

When she heard the maid’s groan, she finally reacted, dropping her cloth and squatting down to check the maid’s back, worriedly asking, "Alan, are you okay?"

She knew just how hot that cup of tea was because she had just served it to Murong Rui.

The maid named Alan gritted her teeth as a burning sensation spread from her back, not just from being struck but also from the scalding tea that was poured onto her back, making the pain almost unbearable.

Yet she still shook her head and said, "I’m fine!"

However, seeing this scene made Murong Rui even angrier, and combined with her own impatience from waiting for Song Qiao, she was looking for a way to vent, and these two maids just happened to be in the way, so she naturally wouldn’t let it pass.

She got up from the sofa, walking towards the two maids in high heels, the sound echoing off the smooth floor was a bit sharp.

Alan and the other maid heard the approaching footsteps of the high heels and couldn’t help but shrink back, both looking up at the approaching Murong Rui with a sense of fear.

Murong Rui stopped right in front of them, looking down from above, her eyes adorned with elaborate eyeliner filled with disdain for the two maids, making her seem like she was superior in some way.

"Miss... Miss Murong..." Alan endured the burning pain in her back, still raising her head to look at the imposing Murong Rui, her posture almost utterly submissive.

Yet Murong Rui stepped forward and stomped on Alan’s hand with her high heels; although not using her full strength, Alan screamed in pain.

The maid next to her was completely terrified by the sudden scene, not knowing how to react and just standing there dumbfounded.

Alan’s hand was trapped under Murong Rui’s heel, and she couldn’t pull it out. The pain in her hand now surpassed even the discomfort from the hot tea on her back, bringing tears to her eyes which she couldn’t control, and her voice quivered, "Miss... Miss Murong..."

Murong Rui leaned down slightly closer to her, her voice filled with arrogance, "Were you gossiping about me behind my back just now?"

Alan was stunned; she had suspected that Murong Rui was angry because of this, but they had spoken softly and didn’t expect to be overheard, and she didn’t know how to respond.

Seeing Alan not answer, Murong Rui wasn’t in a hurry. She pressed her foot down harder, making Alan scream again, a tinge of fear in her voice, "Miss... Miss Murong... please... please let go of me..."

Without hearing this, Murong Rui was less angry, but upon hearing Alan’s words, her anger flared up, coldly saying, "Are you ordering me now?"

Alan quickly shook her head, indicating that she had no such intentions.

...

After finishing, Song Qiao felt much more refreshed. As she walked out of the bedroom, she couldn’t help but glance down at her stomach, which didn’t yet show any sign of the little life inside, but she still lovingly placed her hand there.

Song Qiao had just reached the staircase when she nearly bumped into someone rushing up, fortunately managing to steady herself in time.

"Ma’am..."

The maid noticed Song Qiao then, quickly stepping back to avoid colliding with her, respectfully greeting her.

Song Qiao looked the maid up and down, then frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? This is the staircase. If you or someone else falls, it won’t be good."

The maid knew she was too hasty earlier, her lips moved, but she spoke directly, "Ma’am, it’s... it’s Miss Murong and Alan..."

The maid trailed off, suddenly unsure how to continue.

Song Qiao seemed to sense the seriousness in her tone and asked, "What happened with Alan and Miss Murong?"

She clearly remembered Alan as a maid in the villa, in her twenties, fairly pretty, with a very good personality and a serious work ethic.

Song Qiao genuinely liked Alan.

But did that servant just say Alan and Murong Rui?

It seems like those two have no relationship at all, let alone any interaction.

Although Song Qiao didn’t know Murong Rui very well, after meeting her two or three times before, she was already certain of that girl’s character, guessing she would disdain any contact with those maids.

After all... the young lady has quite a severe temper, and she looks down on others.

The servant thought for a moment, then spoke up, "Madam, I don’t know exactly what happened either, but just now when I was coming upstairs, I saw Miss Murong throwing a teacup at Alan and them..."

Hearing this, Song Qiao was taken aback and hurriedly spoke, "Let’s go, hurry down and take a look..."

Saying this, she immediately headed downstairs first.

The servant saw Song Qiao leave and quickly followed up, "Madam, you... you be careful, don’t fall..."

When Song Qiao and the servant came down, they saw Murong Rui in high heels with one foot on a maid’s hand, forcing that maid to lie on the floor. Next to them was a broken cup with tea leaves on the floor.

Song Qiao glanced at the maid and immediately recognized that it was Alan, and the slightly shocked maid standing next to Alan... Song Qiao suddenly couldn’t remember what her name was.

Seeing Alan in pain and Murong Rui’s extremely arrogant expression, Song Qiao couldn’t stand it any longer. She went over and pulled Murong Rui away, scolding sternly, "Murong Rui, what are you doing?"

Murong Rui was suddenly pulled away, couldn’t help but take a few steps back, nearly falling to the ground, but managed to regain her balance.

Looking up, she saw Song Qiao standing there with a cold face. Already feeling upset, this made her even more annoyed. She stood up straight and sneered, "What am I doing? Of course, teaching the maids a lesson."

Song Qiao immediately instructed the servant who had just gone to call her to help Alan up and to call the family doctor to take a look later.

Upon hearing Murong Rui’s words, Song Qiao turned back, maintaining a firm attitude, and spoke directly, "This is my home; even if a servant makes a mistake, it’s not your place to punish them."

"Song Qiao!" Unable to suppress her temper anymore, Murong Rui called her name sharply, almost gritting her teeth, "What right do you have to say this is your home? This is clearly my brother Jingchen’s home; brother Jingchen is the owner of this villa."

"He is certainly the owner, but I am also the mistress of this villa."

"Shameless, aren’t you?" Murong Rui glared at her with near hatred, still gritting her teeth, "What right do you have to be the mistress of this villa? You’re merely the daughter of a murderer."

Looking at Murong Rui, whose image seemed almost ruined and somewhat feral, Song Qiao inwardly sneered.

At first, when she heard someone call her ’the murderer’s daughter,’ she indeed felt panicked and didn’t know what to do, even just wanted to find a corner to stay by herself.

But now, hearing it, she felt it didn’t matter anymore.

She believed her mother would never do such a thing because her mother was the gentlest and kindest woman she had ever known.

As for her father, she indeed couldn’t guarantee.

Regarding the truth of this matter, she thought it necessary to have a good investigation.

The maid who had been scared silly finally snapped out of it, glanced at Song Qiao, then at Murong Rui, and suddenly, upon meeting Song Qiao’s gaze, shivered slightly, quickly going over to help Alan with the other maid.

After the two maids helped Alan down, Song Qiao straightened up and looked at Murong Rui, who stood there looking at her with a grim expression, unable to help but let out a cold laugh and said, "So what if I’m the daughter of a murderer? The person Lu Jingchen chose to marry is still me. You asked your brother Jingchen to divorce me before, did he agree to your request? Did he do as you said? He didn’t, right?"

Pausing, she continued, "You see, the man you love is now married to me and sleeps next to me every night. Compared to you, this so-called sister, isn’t it clear who’s light and who’s important?"

Murong Rui’s face turned extremely ugly upon hearing Song Qiao’s words, and her expression made her look even more feral.

The words and phrases fell clearly, landing entirely in her ears.

Murong Rui’s hand at her side clenched unconsciously, her nails even digging into her skin.

These were all facts, but she had deliberately ignored them all this time, choosing to bury them deep as if they had never happened.