Zi Xuan stared at the photo for a long time. The woman in the photo is dressed very ordinarily, but her autumn-like eyes, white and flawless face and cold temperament are like fairies in the world who do not eat fireworks in the world.

"It's good-looking, and it tastes a little good. Auntie, where did you get this picture? ”

Another middle-aged woman smiled slightly, although she was already in her forties, she was still well maintained, her skin was as smooth as milk, her face was not wrinkled, and her gestures had a feminine taste, which looked very intellectual.

"Zixuan, this girl is the eldest daughter of the Song family who has been separated for many years, Song Qingchi. Song Qiulai attached great importance to her and basically never let her come out to show up. However, this birthday party for her still invited many celebrities. This photo was taken secretly by a maid in the villa. I have to know what kind of person this girl really is, so that I can deal with her accordingly. But looking at her character, I'm afraid it's not easy to get along with. ”

Song Qingchi? After carefully reading the name over and over again, Zi Xuan snorted coldly, revealing a hint of sarcasm. Just hearing the name made her feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of her heart, just as disgusting as the huntress named February Qingchi in the Destiny Game. Such a rare opportunity, of course, she will go to see it. Is there really such a coincidence in the world? If this Song Qingchi is really February Qingchi...... Then don't blame her for being unkind. Zi Xuan hid the disgust in her heart and showed a sweet smile: "Auntie, can I accompany you?" I would also like to meet this rumored Miss Song. ”

Afternoon. The sun is warm. Washington State still lacks the smell of snow, and the warm sunshine is breathtaking. Qing Chi simply tied a ponytail and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking at the fish-shaped jade pendant in a daze. Hanging from the jade pendant was an old, thin red silk thread, like a blood vessel. The color of the jade pendant gradually changed from the original green to light green.

Qing Chi wore the jade around his neck. At that time, the strange man once said that he didn't know how long she would live, and the jade pendant might be broken one day. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Qing Chi's mouth, and she found that the longer she lived, the more her soul would be closer to the original Song Qingchi, and she would have a little more indifferent and warm temperament.

"Sister Qingchi, why are you here? In the evening, my father is going to hold a banquet for you, and he has invited many business partners and friends. But you don't like that kind of occasion, right? After all, my father is a relatively famous entrepreneur, and many so-called family members and nobles will come to join in the fun, in case you are introduced to the object again, it will be miserable. I don't want you to get married. Song Ziheng walked over, sat on the ground childishly, and rested his head on Qing Chi's knees.

When they were children, they used to sit like this for an afternoon, staring at the sunset of the burning clouds. Qing Chi's heart was a little moved, and he chuckled: "Don't worry, I won't get married soon." ”

Song Ziheng closed his eyes with satisfaction, and after a while, he said hesitantly: "Evening...... Aunt Anna will also come. Sister Qingchi, you definitely don't like her, right? I don't like it either, but after all, she's my father's current girlfriend, and I guess it won't be long before she gets engaged. ”

Qing Chi was suddenly stunned, his eyes gradually became cold, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of sarcasm. She was so naïve to think that Song Qiulai only had a former wife. Men are like this, what about the once good lover, when he dies and leaves, he will find a new one. There is never a shortage of beauties around successful men, and it is difficult not to be tempted in the long run.

Is this kind of life really what the original owner Song Qingchi wants? Qingchi didn't know. But she thought that such a warm and pale, overly beautiful girl might not be suitable for the so-called life of high society. Whether it is the original Song Qingchi or the current Qingchi, what he wants most is just a simple, warm and ordinary life. She has already found her father and younger brother on behalf of the owner of the body, and the original Song Qingchi probably has no regrets.

Qing Chi suddenly raised his head: "Ziheng, what if I want to go back to China to live?" I guess life here isn't necessarily for me. Song Ziheng was surprised, but quickly relieved: "Okay, no matter what, I will always support you, no matter where you are, you are my only sister." When I graduate from college, I will return to China to live with you, take good care of you, and never let you suffer a little grievance. Song Ziheng laughed, his eyes like a crooked crescent moon. Qing Chi's heart suddenly warmed, and tears almost welled up in his eyes. Fortunately, in this life, God gave her a good brother.

Banquets are held in the evening. Luxurious villas, ornate chandeliers, fine food and the smell of red wine, and a large crowd of celebrities. Brother Song was wearing a customized suit, looking very handsome and chic, and his eyebrows and eyes looked very similar to Song Qiulai. Qing Chi was a little awkward and put on an expensive custom-made evening dress, probably because he wore too many leotards that were easy to move in the game, and he was slightly uncomfortable. The evening dress was off-the-shoulder, and the place where the expensive necklace was originally to be worn was replaced by Qing Chi with the red line jade pendant. Although the servants who served felt a little out of tune, Qing Chi insisted on wearing it out and never changing it, which was her lifeline.

"Thank you all for coming to this banquet today. Originally, I wanted to keep a low profile, but the joy of regaining it was too strong, and many friends also expressed their concern, so at today's banquet, I will solemnly introduce my daughter, Song Qingchi. Song Qiulai walked out of the crowd with a smile, followed by the handsome and dashing Song Xiaodi and Qing Chi. Qing Chi smiled faintly and shook hands with the guests politely, with dignified and generous etiquette, as if she was originally a princess. There were whispers in the crowd, and many people exchanged praises. They heard that Song Qingchi was having a bad time in China, and they thought that she would make a fool of herself at today's banquet, but she behaved generously and without being cramped.

The banquet soon began. The lights dimmed, and a dance party began in the center of the hall. Brother Song was busy entertaining, but Qing Chi was not interested, now the most important thing is to fill his stomach, and the rest of the things will be put aside.

Just as Qing Chi picked up a piece of cake, a Qianqian jade hand stretched out. Qing Chi turned his head, his eyes slightly tightened. The person who came was wearing a purple dress, elegant as a swan, with a beautiful and slender neck and a perfect figure, as well as three-dimensional facial features, and an angelic beauty that made it difficult not to notice.

"Song Qingchi? Hello, I'm Zixuan. Zixuan stretched out her hand, a little smug in her eyes. When it comes to beauty, no one is more confident than her. Besides, she is dressed up today, and she wants to suppress Qingchi's limelight.

Qing Chi smiled politely and nodded at her: "I have dirty hands, so I don't need to shake hands." The name Zixuan reminded her of the woman in the game, who could barely be regarded as half a rival in love, right? There's really nothing good about it. No, when did she take Wandering as her own in her heart? Qing Chi was a little annoyed.