Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 242 I Am Her

"Miss Jiang, what I said in the past still counts, and I hope you will consider it."

Su Songgui took a sip of tea, covering up the inevitable light in his eyes: "The land of the Su family should be given to the people of the Su family so I can rest assured."

Jiang Xian frowned, not understanding what kind of medicine Su Songgui sold in the gourd.

In fact, she only vaguely remembered that the person in front of her was one of Master Su's sons, and she didn't recall any past encounters with him.

"Mr. Su, speak more frankly, so as not to waste each other's time."

Su Songgui smiled and said: "I think I have spoken very straightforwardly."

Su Songgui looked at Jiang Xian. There were dozens of candles in the box, including candles and candlesticks, but even the warm light couldn't hide her cold and distant eyes.

Even the jumping flames reflected on her delicate skin, there was a slight coldness. It was not a glamorous appearance, but it also gave people a sense of domineering beauty.

As the eldest son of the Su family and the default future head of the Su family, Su Songgui has lived for 20 years, and everyone he meets is respectful to him.

Even for the Xie family who is the head of the aristocratic family, the young masters and ladies in the mansion have always spoken kindly to him.

Beautiful girls flock to him, even if it's just a concubine, the status will rise with the tide.

It's really rare for Su Songgui to meet someone who treats him coldly from head to toe.

But that's what makes it challenging, isn't it?
Su Songgui's eyes were dark: "I know the business here is very important to you..."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have traveled all the way back to Linyi.

A village girl from the countryside went to a strange capital alone, and she needed money to run the business.

He also heard that Jiang Xian didn't have an adopted daughter who was favored by his biological parents.

"As I said, the Su family's territory is for the Su family's talents to rest assured."

Su Songgui rubbed his fingers, and finally slowly expressed his purpose: "As long as you marry me, you will be a member of our Su family—not to mention this little Fumantang, it is the title deed of all properties under your name." , I will give it to you as a dowry gift."

Hearing that Jiang Xian raised his eyebrows, he suddenly remembered who Su Songgui was.

When she first opened Fumantang, she was not familiar with dressing up as a man, and she had no one available around her, so she inadvertently exposed her identity when discussing business.

Su Songgui didn't know which muscle was wrong, and he wanted to take her as a concubine, and the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became.

At that time, she was still fledgling, and she had to be cautious everywhere, adhering to the principle that it was best not to directly conflict with the aristocratic family, and in the end she could only return Su Song to a hypnotic coma, and packed it to Su Mansion.

He also heard Su Songgui say: "Now that you recognize your ancestors and return to your clan, although you are not favored, you are still a daughter of the Marquis Mansion. Even if you grew up in the countryside since childhood, you can still be my wife."

As he said that, he was about to walk towards Jiang Xian slowly, raising his hand to pinch the hair between her ears.

But before he met Jiang Xian, he was scratched by a hidden weapon that came out of nowhere, and a bloody seam was scratched from his index finger to his wrist.The wound was not big, but deep, dripping blood dripped down and slid from the edge of the table to the ground.

Su Songgui felt the pain, and covered his fingers: "You..."

Jiang Xian's tone was casual: "Do you really think I have to be here?"

Even if she gave up the business of Fumanlou and started a new one, no matter whether she was in Linyi or not, she had the confidence to do a good job in the business.

It's just that the Su family won't get a share of the action.

"If Mr. Su has this attitude, then there is nothing to talk about."

"If you want to talk, let the Su family send other people to find me here."

The wound on his hand was still aching, Su Songgui gritted his teeth and tore off the decorative strap on his clothes, and wrapped it around the wound, the strap was soaked in blood in an instant.

He sneered: "Jiang Xian, if it was someone else, they wouldn't be as easy to talk to as I am. You should think about it yourself."

As if Jiang Xian didn't hear it, he just picked up the cup in front of him from the bottom, shook it lightly and didn't drink it.The pure porcelain without a trace of pattern made the cold white skin between her fingers more conspicuous, and the bright yellow tea soup and the warm yellow candlelight made the color darker.

Su Songgui held his breath, his eyes flickered slightly.

At this time, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and they pushed in without waiting for the two to answer.

The sound of the door being pushed open was not loud, but it still surprised Su Songgui.

The person who came was dressed in the shop waiter's clothes, taller than him, all his hair was wrapped in a cloth scarf, and his face was covered with a blue cloth, only a pair of slightly narrow eyes were exposed from head to toe.

Su Songgui sternly reprimanded: "Do you understand the rules, how can you open the door without the guest's permission?!"

The visitor apologized: "The tea on the table is yesterday's. The shopkeeper is afraid that the guests will spoil their stomachs, so he hurriedly asked me to come over to change it, so he was in a hurry."

His voice was a bit hoarse, as if he was deliberately suppressing something, but even so, he could still hear a hint of determination, like the voice of someone with a deep city.

Su Songgui was a little suspicious, but what the other party said made him have to drop his suspicion for the time being.

"...How could this tea be from yesterday, and still be warm!"

The visitor calmly said: "It is indeed from yesterday, maybe the people below don't know, so they took it to warm again."

"The little boy will tell the shopkeeper when he turns around, and let him punish the person who changed the water."

Seeing that he was still holding a new tea tray in his hand, Su Songgui clenched his fists.

He insisted on changing, Su Songgui knew that it would be meaningless to continue, but it only made people suspicious.

So Su Songgui could only reluctantly move away.

When the new tea tray was just placed on the table, seeing that the tea in front of him was about to be replaced, Jiang Xian pressed the original tea tray with his fingers.

Facing the face of the person who came up with only his eyes exposed, Jiang Xian shook his head with bright eyes.

Xiao Huaijing paused, and withdrew the hand that was about to take away the original tea tray.

Su Songgui didn't know why, he didn't know why he stopped moving again.

But seeing Jiang Xian put the cup upside down on the table, the orange tea left along the table, submerged the straw blanket on the ground, and gradually merged with the dark blanket.

She said indifferently: "I don't know if the Patriarch of the Su family knows...my son uses such indecent methods against his partners in the business field."

Su Songgui was stunned and startled, but still denied it: "I don't understand what you said."

Jiang Xian played with the lid on the tureen, and the round porcelain cover flexed around between her slender fingers, and finally fell on the tureen, covering the tea leaves and soup inside.

"Here, it's all evidence."

Jiang Xian's tone seemed to have no intentions, the so-called "evidence" was right in front of him, and there was nothing in front of him.

Subconsciously, Su Songgui was about to step forward to snatch the bowl, but Xiao Huai immediately grabbed his arm, turned his backhand, and pinned it to his back in a completely twisted posture.

"It hurts, it hurts, let it go!"

Su Songgui basically understood, how dare an ordinary waiter in a restaurant be so disrespectful to him!
And that demeanor that can't be concealed even by ordinary clothes.

He took a deep breath: "Who are you?!"

Xiao Huaijing smiled, and replied very naturally: "I belong to her."

(End of this chapter)