Chapter 109: Song Li Is Definitely Not There

"Brother Li, that looks like a BMW X7. It must cost three or four million," Song Fang said, her eyes lighting up as if she had been injected with adrenaline.

"It definitely is. I’ve seen wealthy bosses driving them before; they are incredibly impressive," Song Li nodded.

"I wonder why they are here. If we had relatives like this, it would be a huge deal." Song Fang immediately exclaimed, "I brought my daughter here today. Could it be that some young master finds my daughter, Kong Xiaoying, beautiful and has come to pursue her?" Song Li sweated inwardly. If it came to beauty, his sister Song Li’s daughters—both Li Qingying and Li Qingwan—were truly stunning.

Originally, Song Li had high hopes for Li Qingying, but he hadn't expected the old man of the Li family to lose his mind in his final years and marry her off to a useless construction worker.

Talking about some old marriage contract—what a joke. In the face of profit, any contract is worthless. Suddenly, Song Li’s eyes widened: "Good lord, there’s another one behind it! And the license plate is 78888. What is going on? Consecutive numbers on both cars? These must be the elite of the elite." Song Fang’s eyes were just as wide: "Brother Li, there’s no doubt about it, they must be here for my daughter. Xiaoying, come over here quickly! Guests have arrived." Today was their family gathering, and they had invited some close friends and relatives.

Since the Song family was footing the bill for a dozen tables, Song Fang’s husband’s family had also sent people over—might as well take advantage of the free meal.

"Mom, what’s wrong?" Hearing her mother’s shout, Kong Xiaoying ran out. By then, both cars had stopped in front, but the windows remained rolled up, leaving the occupants hidden from view.

Song Li had told Li Qingying to wait and not come out yet; they needed to let more of the Song family gather around to watch before making their entrance together.

Soon, many members of the Song family came out to watch.

"Brother Li, Sister Fang, what’s the story with these two BMW X7s? They look incredibly powerful," some of the relatives asked in surprise.

"I have no idea. We just came out and saw them pull up. But they stopped right at our Song family manor gate, so they must be our guests," Song Li analyzed.

Song Fang laughed, "Brother Li, didn't I just tell you? Lately, quite a few young masters have been pursuing our Xiaoying. Sigh, those young masters are so rich and capable that our Xiaoying is spoiled for choice. Once they get out, I want you to help us judge them. If you think they’re suitable, I’ll let Xiaoying start seeing them."

"That’s no problem," Song Li thought this was a great opportunity. If Kong Xiaoying could hook up with a wealthy and powerful young man, the Song family would be living the high life.

Back then, Song Li had pinned his hopes on Li Qingying, but he hadn't expected that to fall through.

"By the way, why hasn't Song Li arrived yet? She called earlier and said she was almost here," one of the relatives wondered aloud.

"Hmph, does Song Li even dare to come? Their family is doing terribly now, especially since Li Qingying married that loser. I bet they’ll call us in a minute to say they couldn't find a taxi and can't make it for lunch," Song Fang sneered.

Song Fang and Song Li had never had a good relationship; they spent their time belittling and undermining each other, always hoping to see the other in misery.

So, when Song Fang heard that Song Li was bringing her family to the Song estate, she immediately called the Kong family over, determined to slap Song Li in the face.

"Say, do you think Song Li’s family could be inside those BMW X7s?" someone asked.

"How is that possible?" Song Fang jumped up. "If Song Li had that kind of capability, I’d unscrew my own head and let you use it as a chair."

"Exactly, that family doesn't have the means," Song Li nodded secretly. Never mind Song Li, even the Li family members from the Baili Group only drove BMW X5s at best; they couldn't afford a BMW X7, let alone such a license plate.

It was said that such ostentatious plates cost hundreds of thousands just to acquire.

Therefore, the idea that Song Li was arriving in such cars—two of them, no less—was simply impossible, unless a miracle occurred.

Then again, even if a miracle happened, it wouldn't happen to Song Li. She simply couldn't have two BMW X7s.

With that thought, Song Li said to Song Fang, "Song Fang, give Song Li a call and ask if she’s still coming. If not, we won't wait for her."

"Alright, I'll call her now." Song Fang wanted to see the show, so she immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Song Li’s number.

Seeing Song Fang calling, Song Li knew it was time. She hung up and dialed He Haoxuan instead: "He Haoxuan, get out of the car first. Remember, be flashy. Pretend you’re a wealthy young master, just like you used to brag. Don't be afraid to boast." Song Li remembered his penchant for tall tales and figured that if he got out and made a big show of it, it would definitely save her face.

As for Li Dong and Li Qingying, they weren't thick-skinned enough to brag. Li Qingying heard her mother’s orders and gave He Haoxuan a wry smile: "My mom is just like that, obsessed with appearances. Since you’re so good at bragging anyway, just play along for a bit. Just don't go too far."

"Sigh, honey, I’m such an honest man, I don't know how to brag. My heart is pounding with anxiety. How about you give me a kiss to boost my courage?" He Haoxuan put on a pitiful expression.

Li Qingying rolled her eyes at him: "Hmph, you don't want to go? Fine, then don't bother sleeping on the floor in my room tonight."

"I’ll go! How could I not want to go? I’m honored by this task!" Hearing that he might lose his spot on the floor in her room, He Haoxuan didn't dare hesitate, immediately pushing the door open and stepping out.

Seeing such a handsome young man step out, looking every bit the part of a young master, Song Fang excitedly shouted, "Xiaoying, look! Which family is this young master from? How many times has he sent you flowers?" Kong Xiaoying’s eyes lit up as she saw the dashing He Haoxuan; she was thrilled, nearly drooling.

My god, how could such a handsome man exist in this world? And he was so cool—his demeanor made her heart flutter, and she longed to fly over and throw herself into his arms.

Seeing Kong Xiaoying staring, Song Fang assumed she knew him and asked with a smile, "Xiaoying, what’s that handsome man’s name? Which family is he from?"