Chapter 109

01 spoke only after a long time.

“After you complete this task, I will tell you the answer in the domain of the Quick Transmigration Bureau.”

01 made a concession, and even her voice was gentler than before.

Song Pianxian chuckled lightly.

“Okay.”

When Nie Lingbo returned from her business trip and checked recent reports, she found that the situation in the Xi Family had accelerated significantly.

The plan had been set long ago; the only difference was when to implement it in the market.

Whether to strike Xi Heng with overwhelming force, leaving no chance to catch his breath, or to slowly torture him like a big cat playing with its prey, the overall difference lay only in the speed of the rhythm, with some minor adjustments.

Nie Lingbo asked Xi Zihua, but Xi Zihua said that this change had been proposed by Song Pianxian.

“Pianxian?”

Nie Lingbo raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t seen Song Pianxian for three or four days due to her business trip. They both had their own affairs and couldn’t stick together like young girls in love, only being able to talk in the evening during rest time.

But these past few nights, Nie Lingbo hadn’t heard Song Pianxian mention anything at all.

Nie Lingbo almost subconsciously felt displeased about this. Not because she felt out of control due to not having a grip on the Xi Family situation, but because…

She furrowed her brows, flipped through the plan again to the first few pages, confirmed it, and realized that since she had inexplicably passed out, Song Pianxian had accelerated her actions.

These two incidents seemed unrelated, and Song Pianxian should be aware that she couldn’t be influenced by the Xi Family. But Nie Lingbo’s intuition told her that there must be some unknown connection between the two.

Perhaps she should ask Song Pianxian.

No rush. Originally, she was supposed to meet with Pianxian tonight. Nie Lingbo felt more at ease in her heart, put the plan aside, and instructed Jiang Nan to send the gift she prepared for Song Pianxian to the Song Family.

Although it was called a gift for Song Pianxian, it was actually for the entire Song Family.

For Song Sen, she prepared a rare Han Dynasty tortoise-shaped pottery inkstone, extremely rare, for him to play with and collect. For Liu Ying, it was a set of top-grade jade jewelry from a recent news-making auction, perfectly suiting her status.

Song Fei and Xiang Sixi received even more. Perhaps it wasn’t appropriate to give overly valuable gifts, so she opted for novelty and variety, with large and small gifts piled up in the Song Family’s living room.

Among them, Xiang Sixi loved reading books. She was particularly fond of several sets of books she had been eyeing for a long time and immediately flipped through one upon receiving it.

Meanwhile, Liu Ying was chatting with Jiang Nan, “Why is Lingbo so polite, sending so many things? Look, Fei and Xixi are both so happy. Please thank your boss for us and tell her we really appreciate it.”

“Ms. Nie said she’s coming over to mooch dinner tonight, so we better settle the dinner bill in advance,” Jiang Nan said with a smile.

Liu Ying and Jiang Nan were chatting happily, and Xiang Sixi, who was listening on the side, couldn’t help but wonder. This seemed overly enthusiastic to her, but she didn’t quite understand the customs of wealthy families—did relatives often lavish each other with gifts?

She closed the book and glanced inexplicably at Song Fei beside her, noticing that Song Fei’s expression was also strange. When their eyes met, they exchanged a look.

Song Fei casually picked up a watch and asked, “Secretary Jiang, I think this watch looks nice. It suits Xingzhou. Take it back and let her wear it. Oh, by the way, what did Sister Nie buy for Xingzhou?”

“It seems to be… a set of books.” After careful recollection, Jiang Nan nodded decisively. “Yes, that’s right, the latest edition just arrived at the bookstore.”

“…”

Damn, Song Fei sighed inwardly.

Their own niece received a set of books, while these two unrelated cousins received a bunch of gifts?

At that moment, both she and Xiang Sixi thought simultaneously: Jiang Nan said he was representing Sister Nie to give gifts to Big Sister…?

Both of their gazes drifted to the unopened gift box on the table.

“I’m back.” Just then, Song Pianxian walked in from the entrance. “What’s all the fuss about?”

“Big Sister.”

“Big Sister.”

Two crisp calls almost synchronized, usually they couldn’t help but glare at each other before speaking, but today they seemed unusually harmonious.

Xiang Sixi stepped forward, took the bag and file folder from Song Pianxian’s hand, while Song Fei quietly arranged the waist pillow on the sofa that Song Pianxian usually liked to use.

“Thank you.” Song Pianxian, with a smile, handed the items to Xiang Sixi and sat down against the waist pillow.

Only then did Jiang Nan say, “Ms. Song, I’m here to deliver a gift to you on behalf of Ms. Nie—but Ms. Nie said that this gift can wait until tonight for you to open it together.”

Song Pianxian’s gaze shifted to the gift box tied with a beautiful ribbon.

“So mysterious, then I’ll wait for her.”

Turning to her mother, she asked, “Mom, can you have the kitchen make Big Sister’s favorite stewed beef and boiled fish slices tonight?”

“It’s already been arranged,” Liu Ying said with a smile.

Song Sen was still immersed in the exquisite and rare inkstone, Song Pianxian and Liu Ying were chatting happily, while Jiang Nan played the role of the companion, the room was filled with joy.

Only Song Fei and Xiang Sixi quietly perked up their ears, one solemn, the other vigilant.

When Nie Lingbo arrived at the Song Family’s house, she couldn’t help but notice that these two little girls seemed particularly different tonight, always sneaking glances at her during dinner.

What’s going on? Nie Lingbo pondered, but considering the children’s sensitivity, she pretended not to notice and only asked Song Pianxian about it when they were alone in the room after dinner.

Song Pianxian hadn’t noticed this, but she guessed, “Probably because they received so many gifts from you, they can’t help but take more notice of their generous cousin.”

Nie Lingbo thought for a moment, nodded with a smile, and then pointed to the gift box on the table, her voice lazy, saying, “The children’s gifts have all been opened, but the adults’ gifts haven’t.”

“You can’t guess what this gift is.” Nie Lingbo leaned back on the sofa.

“Is that so?” Just as Song Pianxian touched the emerald green ribbon on the gift box, the noise from downstairs drifted into their ears through the open window.

What’s going on? Nie Lingbo frowned and got up to look out the window.

The female housekeeper from the Song Family hurriedly walked by, followed by a few people. After entering the main house for a while, both Song Sen and Liu Ying followed her out to the garden, walking quickly.

Summoning the master out so late, and not using the car from the garage, it was clear that something urgent had happened.

Song Pianxian and Nie Lingbo didn’t delay any longer and went to see what was happening together.

They caught up to the garden, but before they could see Song Sen and Liu Ying, they heard a woman’s sorrowful cry:

“Mr. Song, you can’t just cut us off like this. We’re scared. Please withdraw the order. If this patent is really granted to Xi Zihua, it’s pushing us onto a dead end.”

Another male voice said, “Is Ms. Song’s decision right? I’ll make Xi Heng apologize to her. You’re a big person, forgive us this time, Xi Heng, say something—”

Song Pianxian suddenly realized, it was them.

Bai Rong, Fu Siyuan, and perhaps Xi Heng.

Passing by a beautifully blooming winter jasmine, Song Pianxian saw the three of them.

Bai Rong no longer looked like a noblewoman. After meticulously maintaining her appearance for decades, she suddenly aged, whether it was the impending collapse of the family business that struck her harder or the pain of losing her grandson caused by her own actions.

Fu Siyuan’s suit was in disarray, and he hadn’t shaved properly. I don’t know what kind of life he’s been living lately to come out to meet people like this—well, he probably hasn’t been out to see anyone for a long time, he’s ashamed.

As for their love child, Xi Heng, he stood there looking perfectly fine, his numb expression rejuvenated upon seeing Song Pianxian’s figure.

“Pianxian,” he called out.

Bai Rong’s eyes lit up, and she hastily and disheveledly said, “Ms. Song, Ms. Song, you’re a big person. In the past, I was blind to your greatness. If you want to punish me, I have no complaints— but Little Heng has never treated you unfairly. Please consider how much he loves you—”

“Lady, watch your words.” Nie Lingbo stepped forward, intercepting Xi Heng’s gaze on Song Pianxian, blocking Song Pianxian behind her, and said coldly.

Bai Rong’s face stiffened. Seeing that the Song Family and this Nie Lingbo weren’t buying her act, she gritted her teeth and used the same excuse she had used to scare the guard earlier to call for Song Sen:

“You’re forcing our family to death. Since that’s the case, we might as well die at your doorstep. It’s better than dying miserably!”

Song Sen frowned and warned sternly, “No bloodshed in the business world.”

While giving this warning, he glanced at Song Pianxian, as if wanting to see how his daughter would respond.

Meanwhile, Fu Siyuan continued to rant, “Our lives are worthless, but if we die here, you won’t escape being called murderers!”

Song Pianxian watched this scene, understanding why this family was so desperate.

Tomorrow morning, Xi Zihua would sign another contract with Song Pianxian. In this contract, the Song Family would transfer cutting-edge technological achievements that had just been determined to be marketable by the research department a few days ago to Xi Zihua.

Thanks to the original plot, a groundbreaking technology in the field of power batteries was in the hands of the Song Family, and “coincidentally,” shortly after Song Pianxian returned to the Song Family, it successfully met the standards and production volume for market entry, serving to enhance the relationship between the male and female leads.

Now, this force that had originally helped Xi Heng rise up like a whirlwind was in Song Pianxian’s hands, turning into a blood-spattered wind blade tearing apart the Xi Family.

Tonight, Song Pianxian’s progress had already approached 95% to an extreme extent, and even 01 no longer urged her to act.

Everything was just waiting for tomorrow.

Never expected that the Xi Family would make such a fuss. Well, besides making a scene, besides struggling on their deathbed, they couldn’t do anything else.

At this moment, Nie Lingbo was pressing the dial pad, saying lightly, “I see you’ve gone crazy. You’ve tried all sorts of desperate moves. Guess what’ll happen if I make this call—will you be taken away by the police for a good education, or to a different place…”

Saying this, Nie Lingbo raised her eyes and glanced at Fu Siyuan, who was barking the fiercest.

Under the chilly gaze, Fu Siyuan’s voice suddenly choked, he shrunk back, and his subsequent words were much quieter, “Don’t scare me. I’m not afraid to die. What’s the difference between being alive or dead when you’ve lost all your money!”

“Of course, it’s different.” Song Pianxian stepped out from behind Nie Lingbo, resolute.

“You must keep on living.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to her.

To be honest, Song Pianxian’s appearance was pure and beautiful, quite deceiving. At this moment, as everyone looked at her, they thought she was about to give a motivational speech, urging them to “keep hope alive.”

Song Sen didn’t dislike his kind-hearted daughter. It’s just inevitable that he sighed inwardly. Being too weak like this couldn’t support the big picture.

The next moment, he saw Song Pianxian take a step forward towards Fu Siyuan and Bai Rong, while the two of them took a step back.

“Dying is an end, but living in poverty after enjoying a life of luxury is a longer, more painful punishment, which is what you deserve,” Song Pianxian stared intensely at the two in front of her, her voice as firm as a rock, pressing down on them.

“You must atone for your sins.”

There was a momentary silence around.

No one asked what sins they should atone for; everyone knew it in their hearts.

It took Fu Siyuan quite some time to come to his senses, and he shouted sharply, “Since you’re saying this, you want to force us to die here, right—”

“Of course not.” Song Pianxian shook her head, her gaze fixed directly on Xi Heng.

Xi Heng’s heart stirred. Pain and sweetness mixed within him as he thought, this was the first time tonight that Song Pianxian had looked at him directly. His heart trembled incessantly, and the next moment—

“If you refuse to relent, threatening my Song Family with your lives, so be it.”

A strange expression appeared on Song Pianxian’s face, captivating everyone’s attention. Under the scrutiny of all, she continued:

“Are you willing to take Xi Heng with you?”

This question was like a stab to the heart.

Xi Heng’s figure swayed, his lips trembling incessantly. He looked at Song Pianxian but couldn’t utter a word.

Bai Rong immediately turned pale. “What… What do you mean?”

Fu Siyuan was furious. “Are you still planning to end my family line!”

Seeing them react like this, Song Pianxian was quite sure of her decision.

She casually remarked:

“Then I advise you to live well.”

“Otherwise, there are plenty of ways to make life worse than death.”

Song Pianxian looked at Xi Heng again, her gaze like that of weighing a balance. Her voice was cold and ruthless:

“Today, you’ve caused trouble for my Song Family. Tomorrow, I’ll make it so that Xi Heng begs for death.”

A silence fell.

Hiss.

Someone took a sharp breath in fear.

Then came Nie Lingbo’s light laughter.

“You, speaking so much in one breath, tired yet? Come, let’s go inside and rest. This little matter, let the steward handle it.”

Song Sen and Liu Ying stared blankly at this unfamiliar daughter, startled by Nie Lingbo’s intervention. It was as if they were waking from a dream. Song Sen felt relieved and responded:

“Well, Xu, follow the young lady’s instructions, understood?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll definitely do as the young lady says.” The steward couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. Looking at the family over there, turned into living fossils, trembling with fear, he thought that it was just missing the “finishing touches.” His perception of this gentle young lady had changed drastically.

No one took the Xi Family seriously anymore.

Nie Lingbo put her arm around Song Pianxian’s shoulder and walked up the path leading to the main house.

“Song Pianxian.”

A man’s hoarse and dry call came from behind.

“I want to ask you one last question.”

Song Pianxian stopped.

Nie Lingbo also stopped, a hint of gloom passing through her eyes.

Without looking at him or turning around, Song Pianxian, with a naturally sweet voice, said:

“You don’t need to ask.”

“No matter what the question is, my answer definitely isn’t what you want to hear.”

“Take care of yourself, Xi Heng.”

Take care of yourself.

That was the last thing she left him.

Many years later, the impoverished drunk Xi Heng seemed to still vividly recall the rise and fall of her voice when she said those four words, remembering that graceful figure.

That haunting him, embraced by another woman who was just out of reach, they passed by a bright welcoming flower and gradually disappeared into the path.

Ignoring what was happening outside, the two returned to the main house first, then back to Song Pianxian’s room.

Nie Lingbo really went to pour a glass of water for Song Pianxian.

Accepting it, Song Pianxian drank some. Seeing her unchanged expression, Nie Lingbo felt relieved, but also a bit sentimental. It seemed that the girl had really grown up.

She could scare people now.

Nie Lingbo didn’t find it terrifying; on the contrary, she found it extremely adorable. Thinking further, she felt a mix of inexplicable pride and fondness.

She really liked her.

Nie Lingbo sat down on the sofa and looked up at her.

She wasn’t afraid that Song Pianxian might feel unhappy, but she disliked Song Pianxian thinking about Xi Heng who had just appeared. She intentionally diverted Song Pianxian’s attention:

“The gift hasn’t been opened yet.”

Song Pianxian responded but didn’t touch the gift box. Instead, she bent down first and handed something to Nie Lingbo’s mouth.

Without looking at what it was, Nie Lingbo opened her lips and took the thing, along with Song Pianxian’s fingers, into her moist and warm mouth.

As her tongue slid past the slightly cool fingertips, deftly picking up a hint of sweetness, Nie Lingbo’s eyes revealed a smile.

She didn’t go for the candy, but instead intensified her affection towards the messenger of the candy. Her gaze gradually became alluring, as if it could drip with water.

Nie Lingbo never concealed her charm in front of Song Pianxian, even flaunting the rich and enticing aura she usually didn’t show in public.

This coquettish demeanor directly provoked Song Pianxian, who simply inserted more fingers into Nie Lingbo’s mouth, granting her wish.

In the quiet bedroom, a sound filled with moisture, wrapped in silk-like desire, spread out.

Nie Lingbo sat on the sofa, while Song Pianxian stood in front of her, watching as Nie Lingbo’s breath grew hotter under her touch, her maple-colored eyes softened.

When Song Pianxian went to find the candy to relieve Nie Lingbo’s sweetness, she realized the candy had long disappeared.

It had melted.

It had turned into sticky syrup, consumed bit by bit as the beauty sucked on her fingers, swallowing it down.

When Nie Lingbo finished licking the syrup from between Song Pianxian’s fingers, Song Pianxian withdrew her hand.

Her hand still bore traces of Nie Lingbo’s uncleaned water stains. Song Pianxian glanced down at them with her thick eyelashes and chuckled.

“What’s wrong?”

Nie Lingbo’s voice was lazy, her tail floating lightly in the air. Leaning on her hand, her long curled hair cascaded naturally, even with a hint of softness.

Song Pianxian smirked at her, slowly tracing her fingers up Nie Lingbo’s lips, all the way to her jaw.

She gradually wiped the water marks onto Nie Lingbo’s delicate lower face.

Nie Lingbo had a cleanliness obsession.

Song Pianxian wouldn’t be unaware of that.

However, this kind of Song Pianxian, the Song Pianxian who nonchalantly cleaned her fingers, didn’t stir up Nie Lingbo’s disgust or revulsion, but something deeper…

Nie Lingbo took a few rough breaths, then squeezed her eyes shut tightly, suppressing the uncontrollable emotions.

She was afraid of scaring Song Pianxian.

After calming herself slightly, she opened her eyes, looked at Song Pianxian, and licked her lips with lingering desire. Besides the swelling lust in her eyes, there was now also curiosity and deep thought:

“Recently, my little girl has been quite proactive.”

Song Pianxian didn’t deny it:

“Does Big Sister not like it?”

Nie Lingbo brushed her hair back in a messy, lazy manner, smiling:

“How could I not?”

Song Pianxian sat down beside her, their thighs brushing against each other, the soft fabric lightly grazing one another. Though a layer separated them, it felt as if there was nothing at all, making one’s heart tremble.

Song Pianxian clung to her shoulder, leaning in closer. Their slender shoulders and arms touched, their hair intertwined, lingering on their shoulders.

Nie Lingbo reached out and helped her fix herself against her body.

Following her movements, Song Pianxian tilted her chin up, gently leaning forward to Nie Lingbo’s ear, hidden beneath her curly hair.

In a breath, the heat passed through the seductive curls and landed on Nie Lingbo’s ear:

“So… does Big Sister want it now?”

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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