Song Ling obviously didn't believe her promise. After repeatedly emphasizing the seriousness of this matter, Song Youran finally got the pork rib soup he wanted as he wished.

——

The drowning incident of Ji Zihong, the young master of the Ji family, caused a great storm in Yuncheng. The children of ordinary families were at most news and then buried. Ji Zihong, just because he was Ji Tongping's son and the only male member of the Ji family, enjoyed an unprecedented grand funeral.

It cost millions of dollars to set up a mourning hall, flowing water mat for three days and three nights, and the lights were brightly lit.

Some people sighed, "If you don't know, you think it's marriage, but it doesn't necessarily cost millions."

Someone shook his head and sighed, "The children are gone, they are only seven years old. Even if they are rich, what if they are rich? The time is here, what should they be missing."

The Wei family and Tang family have come, and the Yin family have come. Regardless of whether there were any conflicts before, they have to do it now.

The butler of the Yin family and Yin Shengrui came. The butler of the Yin family was over 60 years old and was a very kind person.

He was sent outside by Mr. Yin before, but just rushed back in the past two days. He missed Mr. Yin's birthday party and received bad news.

As for Yin Shengrui, he was just here to join in the fun.

Since he learned that it was Ji Mingrou who was harmed by his daughter, who had ruined her face and delayed her life, he wanted to kill all the people in the Ji family, but reality does not allow it.

Disasters from the Ji family were so satisfying.

When he heard that Butler Yin was going to come to Ji's family to pay condolences and receive gifts, he followed him and wore a pair of red socks.

Ji Tongping didn't show up at the beginning, and he came forward to receive the reception politely. The mourning hall was placed in the living room on the first floor of the villa. Everyone was in a solemn and heavy black suit. Ji Ning'er and Jing Lan knelt on both sides of the mourning hall, with white cloth tied on their arms, and their eyes were red, and they obviously had cried.

White silk is hung on the ceiling, and a large chant in the middle. From time to time, you can see traces of yellow paper mixed in some places.

Ji Mingrou did not kneel down, but stood on the other side in a black dress, facing Jing Lan and Ji Ning'er, and even put on light makeup, which did not bother Ji Zihong's death at all.

Yin Shengrui saw her as soon as he came in, his eyes were puzzled, "Master Ji, Mrs. Ji and Miss Ji Er are so sad, why are Miss Ji..."

The place where Ji Mingrou was standing was so obvious that guests could see it at a glance. Even if they felt it was inappropriate, they would be disguised as if they had not seen it. Yin Shengrui ignored these things and opened his mouth and said it.

Ji Tongping didn't know that Ji Mingrou had made it at the Yin family's birthday party, and it was quite embarrassing to hear Yin Shengrui's words.

He turned to look at Ji Mingrou and signaled her to kneel down first with his eyes.

Ji Mingrou looked ugly. Ji Zihong was dead. It was supposed to be Ji Zihong's next generation who came to kneel, but he was still so young and not as good as the next generation. Ji Tongping didn't want to aggrieved him. Besides, it was too ugly, so he asked his peers to kneel.

Ji Ning'er had no objection, so Ji Mingrou's opinion was too great.

Why did she ask her to kneel down a seven-year-old child?

Ji Tongping signaled that he saw that she had not moved several times and was not good at face. Yin Shengrui looked at him with a smile, feeling that his old face was lost.

He walked up to Ji Mingrou and said it directly, in a tone of lessons, "Mingrou, no matter how you say it, it's Zihong's sister. There are so many customers here today, should you express it?"

Ji Mingrou looked at him in disbelief, "Dad! I am Ji Zihong's sister. Who did you see that the sister went to kneel down to his brother for mourning?"

She refuted Ji Tongping in front of so many people, and suddenly, the guests looked at the father and daughter with subtle eyes.

Ji Tongping's old face froze. He knew his daughter's temperament and stopped talking nonsense to her. He gestured to the two bodyguards in the corner, causing them to kneel down with Ji Mingrou.

If the father and daughter were quarrel at home, it would have passed. But today there were so many people who could not suppress their daughters and all his prestige was lost.

Ji Mingrou could not make any effort to two strong bodyguards alone, and she was quickly suppressed and kneeled down.

She looked at Ji Tongping angrily, and when she saw that the guests around her were staring at her, she felt very humiliated. When she turned her head, Ji Ning'er on the opposite side rolled her eyes at her and expressed her disdain.

Her chest was undulating, and she knelt on the ground. When she looked up, she saw an oil lamp on the black table in front of her.

After a person dies, an oil lamp will be lit in front of his head, also known as the eternal lamp.

Before the burial is collected, this eternal lamp must be guarded day and night, and it cannot be extinguished.

It is said that this lamp is the soul of the dead.

Ji Mingrou had no expression on her face. When everyone had no time to react, she suddenly reached out and knocked over the lamp.

With a crisp sound of jingling, the small flame immediately went out.

Jing Lan lost her son and was already in pain. Now that she saw the eternal lamp being knocked over, she had no time to take care of anything, so she got up and rushed forward, slapped Ji Mingrou hard in the face.

Ji Tongping's face turned blue as well.

Ji Mingrou broke free from the bodyguard behind her, covered her cheeks with her beaten cheeks, and her eyes were fierce. She stared at Jing Lan, "Don't pretend anymore? Finally, I don't pretend anymore? I used to be flattering in front of me all day long, and I was soothing to be a young man. Once my son died, do you feel that the dream of a wealthy family was shattered? Without a son, you are nothing!"

Ji Tongping strode over with a big face, slapped again on Ji Mingrou's other side.

His strength was much greater than Jing Lan. As soon as he slapped in the face, Ji Mingrou's face immediately became swollen.

Ji Mingrou reacted and stared at him.

"Dad! You hit me too?"

Ji Tongping looked at her, and the palm of his hand that he waved was shaking.

"Dad!" Ji Mingrou suddenly calmed down. She swept over Jing Lan and all the guests present, and said word by word: "Jing Lan is a low-key person. She was just an ordinary woman, a lowly woman, she was not worthy of my mother's seat!"

Her eyes fixed on Ji Tongping, and she felt a little colder. She said loudly: "My mother is the daughter of Liu! She should be the mistress of the Ji family, and she will always be this wild woman who came out of nowhere! Is it good, no, go!"

"The predecessor of Ji's clan was also Liu's clan, and I am the only one who is the orthodox heir." Ji Mingrou pointed at Ji Tongping, her voice slowly and firmly, "You are not qualified!"

After saying that, she turned around coldly, pushed the bodyguard away, and went upstairs in her high heels. The clattering high heels were particularly loud, like a noble hymn.

Ji Tongping was angry and pointed at her back, almost breathing over.

When Butler Yin returned to Yin's house with the news of Ji Mingrou's mourning in the mourning hall, Mr. Yin was drinking tea in the backyard. He sighed heavily when he heard this.

"Oh, I'm old, how could Ji Yatou do such a good child?" First, it was his birthday party, then his brother's mourning hall. This matter is probably going to be a joke in the upper class again.

"No young people today have a little temper. It's hard to find someone who is obedient and obedient." Butler Yin shook his head.

"It's difficult, so my grandson can't stay alone all the time, especially Suifeng, who is thirty-five, and he doesn't even go out all day long. He is really clear about his flowers and plants. I think he might as well become a monk." Old Master Yin was not angry.

Butler Yin smiled and said, "Then you have to take it slowly."

Ma Zhang walked over with a gift box, and Mr. Yin was puzzled, "What is this?"

Butler Yin took the gift box and put it in front of him, "This is a gift your grandson gave you. I have someone specially picked it out. The grandson's intentions cannot be piled up in the warehouse all the time."

"Which?" asked Old Master Yin.

Butler Yin smiled faintly.

Mr. Yin then understood and said with a smile: "Is it Yueze?"

While he said, he unbuttoned the ribbon on the gift box, opened the lid, and an inkstone was exposed inside. He could immediately notice the difference when he hit the eye. This was an ancient inkstone.

Mr. Yin took out the inkstone and put it in his hand to observe it carefully. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

Butler Yin took the box away, the ribbon fell, and a small note fell out.

He frowned slightly, bent down to pick up the notes, opened them and looked at them, his face changed, and then handed the notes to Mr. Yin, who was full of joy, "Old man, do you think of this?"

Old Master Yin glanced casually and his eyes solidified.

"Who wrote it?" he asked.

"Under the box, I don't know." Butler Yin replied.

Mr. Yin put the inkstone in his hand and took the small note to look at it a few more times. "It's not Yue Ze's. Yue Ze's word was practiced since I was a child. Although the strokes are sharp, they are less generous. They should be a woman."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered Song Youran.

Butler Yin didn't care who he was, and his expression flashed with concern, "Old man, you have nothing to do anyway, so just go to the hospital to check it out. Speaking of which, you haven't had a physical examination in several years."

Old Master Yin thought for a moment and agreed.

Lanheng Mansion.

Song Youran heard about the Ji family in Yin Yueze and shook her head gently, "Ji Mingrou has a strong and domineering personality, and she considers herself noble. She has never kneeled down since she was a child. If Ji Tongping dares to kneel down, she has to bear her anger. She will come crazy together, and Ji Tongping has to give in."

Yin Yueze took away the fruit plate in her hand, "Where is the thermometer, take it out and I'll take a look."

Song Youran took out the thermometer she was holding, "I said it's not burning anymore, that's all, what are you worried about?"

"The doctor said that you need to observe for two days. Who makes you have to keep getting fever over and over again? It's still a high fever." Yin Yueze took the thermometer in her hand and looked at it, "Thirty-six degrees and six degrees, no more fever."

Song Youran took the fruit plate back and ate it with an apple with a toothpick.

As she ate, she slowed down, "Aze, how is Yin Xue now?"

"It's still the same, there's no big problem for the time being, and my emotions have calmed down."

Song Youran hesitated, "Then her subsequent treatment..."

"My second uncle and grandpa have discussed that Yin Xue will go abroad for treatment, and the possibility of recovering her throat is relatively high." Yin Yueze raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Don't think of her anymore. Think about yourself. School has started. In a few days, you will have to participate in the national competition, practice hard, and have a good rest."

"Well, I'll try to get a trophy back, and you'll be allowed to take it out and show off." Song Youran put down the fruit plate, straightened his upper body and threw it on him.

Yin Yueze hugged her and replied with a smile: "Okay, you got the trophy back. I put it in my pocket every day, and take it out to see everyone I meet."

When Song Youran heard this, she imagined the scene and narrowed her eyes into a slit. "Forget it, I'm much better than me. It's so embarrassing to have a small trophy."

Yin Yueze chuckled, "I'm not afraid of embarrassing."

"That's not possible." Song Youran shook his head violently, "It's better to keep it at home and keep it for yourself."

Yin Yueze pampered her, "Okay, whatever you say is what you say."

Song Youran took a few days off and returned to campus. In the first lecture by Professor Liu, she found that Nangong Xuan had not come.
To be continued...