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Holy f*ck!
When Song Yaozu saw the knife in Song Junzhu's hand, his soul was scared right out of his body!
When he had first entered Song Junzhu's house and saw a sheathed knife on the table, he had thought it was just a decorative piece for warding off evil spirits.
He really hadn't expected it!, actually using such an expensive blade.
F*ck!
Song Yaozu was terrified. He quickly scrambled up and backed away, trying to appeal to their kinship.
"No, sis, sis, I am your brother! If you have something to say, say it properly! Sister, sister!"
"Junzhu! Junzhu! He is your brother. Do not be impulsive, do not be impulsive!"
Song Junzhu's mother, Song Rufeng, also hugged Song Junzhu tightly, trying to stop her from moving forward while crying out in a panic.
"Song Yaozu! Apologize to your sister quickly!"
Song Yaozu did not care about his pride anymore and quickly knelt down, almost kowtowing to Song Junzhu.
There was no helping it.
Song Junzhu was a total psycho. He was genuinely afraid she would cut him!
Most importantly.
According to Song Junzhu's current personal value to the family and her field, even if she really did cut him, she would definitely not be punished by the law.
At most, she would change her name and continue doing exactly what she wanted.
Song Yaozu was terrified.
If this matter was not settled today, he would have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of his life!
"Professor Song."
Lu Xing leaned against the wall, watching this show. He suddenly realized that Song Junzhu's madness was applied equally to everyone present.
Song Junzhu instantly froze. She looked at Lu Xing with confusion, prepared to listen to his next words.
"Have you eaten? I have learned many new dishes recently."
Song Junzhu, who had been in a berserk state, cooled instantly at the sound of his voice.
After a moment of silence.
She patted Song Yaozu's face with the flat of the knife as he cowered in the corner, startling him. She said coldly.
"Apologize."
Song Yaozu looked at the blade, which was close enough to touch, and then at Lu Xing standing on the side.
This was bad!
Song Junzhu was actually on good terms with this delivery guy.
"I am sorry, bro!"
Song Yaozu immediately lowered his head and slapped himself.
He had not learned much in his life, except for the saying: "He who understands the times is a hero."
"I should not have said those things to you. It was me who was uncivilized. It was my fault. I am a fool!"
Song Junzhu glanced at Song Yaozu and turned to walk to Lu Xing's side with a bored expression.
"Still watching?"
Lu Xing shook his head. "Your meal is more important."
Song Junzhu finally allowed her lips to curve slightly.
"Let's go."
The two of them entered the room one after the other.
Smack!
The door closed directly in the family's faces.
Song Rufeng had intended to follow, but she was met with a slammed door.
"Junzhu, Mom still has something to say. You..."
Click.
The door opened again.
Thump!
Song Rufeng's and Song Yaozu's bags were all thrown out like trash.
Song's mother was shocked. "Junzhu, you are..."
Song Junzhu leaned against the doorframe coldly, stared at Song Rufeng's face, and said flatly.
"Do not come again in the future. I am not receiving guests."
Song Rufeng laughed awkwardly, trying to grab Song Junzhu's arm, but she was brushed off mercilessly.
Song Rufeng's hand lingered in the air for a moment before she withdrew it dejectedly, stammering.
"Junzhu, Yaozu is young. He is not as smart as you, and his vision is not as good. It is inevitable for him to make mistakes."
"He really did not know that young man was your friend today. I will punish him properly when we get home."
Punish him?
Song Junzhu was silent for a moment, then asked, "How do you plan to punish him?"
Song Rufeng was clearly stumped. She had just said it to be polite; she had not expected Song Junzhu to ask for specifics.
After a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and said.
"I will have Song Yaozu kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole night when we get home to let him reflect."
Song Junzhu looked at Song Rufeng's aged face for a long time. Only when the silence became uncomfortable did she laugh sarcastically.
"When I was a child, I once forgot to greet a great-uncle, and my father punished me exactly like that."
Song Rufeng could not find any words to say.
"Your father... your father was also..."
Smack!
The door was slammed shut again.
Song Yaozu, still in shock, walked to Song Rufeng's side and whispered.
"Mom, why do I feel like she is getting crazier?"
Song Rufeng glared at him, pulling him along until they had gone down the elevator before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Keep your voice down. These cameras have microphones. Are you not afraid of giving your sister another reason to be disgusted with you?"
"Then what can I do?"
Song Yaozu was fed up.
"Ever since she came back, we have taken turns trying to please her. Is that not enough?"
"Song Junzhu has studied herself into stupidity. She does not even care about family ties. She is so stubborn!"
"By the way, she is nicer to a delivery guy than to me! Am I not her brother?"
The thought of being forced to apologize to a delivery guy made him feel he had lost all face for a lifetime.
What a "wealthy family" this was. Where there are people, there are feathers flying and dogs jumping!
(TL: Feathers flying and dogs jumping (鸡飞狗跳): A Chinese idiom used to describe a scene of total chaos and commotion, usually within a household.)
Song Rufeng sighed.
"Go back and check the background of that man by your sister's side. See if we can use him to soften Junzhu's attitude."
Song Yaozu rubbed his backside and complained.
"When will these days ever end?"
"Last time, my sister brought Song Junzhu food, but for some crazy reason, she threw it all in my sister's face!"
Song Rufeng stopped talking. She knew why.
Years ago, Song Junzhu's father, in order to cultivate her self-care ability, had forced her to cook. But Song Junzhu had no talent for it. The food she made was terrible.
Her father had thought she was being intentionally rebellious, so he had thrown the food at her.
Song Rufeng sighed. The sins of the past will always be paid back in various ways.
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Inside the house, Lu Xing was curiously leaning on the table, observing Song Junzhu's knife.
Song Junzhu swept her curly hair back with one hand and leaned in close to Lu Xing.
"Do you like this knife?"
Lu Xing was afraid that if he said yes, she would pull a "domineering CEO" move and just give it to him, so he asked.
"Does it have a name?"
Song Junzhu was silent for a moment, then shook her head.
"No. You give it one."
Lu Xing smiled but did not speak.
Song Junzhu looked at him, dazed.
"What are you laughing at?"
Lu Xing could not help it. Remembering how she had just used it to chase out her brother, he laughed.
"Its English name can be Judy. Its Chinese name can be Zhudi. Its ancient name can be Zhu Di. If it has a series, it can be called the Great Ming Family!"
(TL: "Judy" sounds like "诛弟" (zhū dì - punish the brother). Zhu Di was also the personal name of the Yongle Emperor, one of the most powerful and famously ruthless emperors of the Ming Dynasty.)
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