Chapter 110: That Suitor Is Quite Impressive

"This, this—" Kong Xiaoying stuttered, unable to find the words.

Truth be told, she didn't actually know the handsome man's name. She certainly hadn't met him before; otherwise, she would have aggressively pursued him long ago.

"Xiaoying, that suitor of yours is truly impressive. Invite him in to sit for a while, and introduce him to us later. Maybe he can help us earn some extra money," several members of the Song family urged eagerly.

Song Li’s attitude toward Kong Xiaoying had also shifted: "Xiaoying, do come and visit our home whenever you have time. Our family ties are very close; you must never be distant."

"Uncle, of course," Kong Xiaoying replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention.

For a long time, Song Li had held significant authority within the Song family. As the eldest son, he was the pillar of the second generation, aside from the elders. Whenever her mother visited the Song family, she would always bring gifts for Song Li to ensure they received better treatment.

"Heh, heh, heh. Why don't you have that young master come over and introduce him to us?" Song Li’s eyes lit up as he looked at He Haoxuan.

He Haoxuan carried himself with an air of distinction and elegance; one look was enough to tell he was no ordinary man. If he didn't befriend such a young gentleman, who would he befriend?

"This, this—" Kong Xiaoying struggled to respond. She didn't know He Haoxuan, but with so many people showering her with compliments, she couldn't admit the truth.

"Xiaoying, what is that handsome man's name? Isn't he the one who is always sending you flowers?" Song Fang asked.

Kong Xiaoying secretly broke into a cold sweat. The frequent flower deliveries were actually a ruse; she paid a florist to send them once a month. Although it was expensive, it helped maintain her reputation, letting others mistakenly believe she had many suitors—it was just for show.

Now that her mother was asking, she feigned ignorance. "Mom, so many people send me flowers, how could I possibly remember who is who?"

"That’s true. My daughter is so beautiful and pursued by so many; surely, she could never be matched with those good-for-nothing migrant workers," Song Fang said, pointedly alluding to Song Li’s son-in-law.

Heh, heh, heh. If Song Li showed up later, she would be sure to slap her in the face and see if she could still act so arrogant.

Song Fang turned to the relatives and friends behind her and exclaimed, "Look everyone, that handsome man is trying to court my daughter. He specifically drove a BMW X7 and is towing another one. Wouldn't you say that’s impressive?"

"Impressive, very impressive!" the others nodded in admiration. "Sister Fang, you must look after us in the future."

"As long as you listen to me and stay on good terms with me, I will certainly look after you," Song Fang said with a smug smile. "Also, you must remember, never let your daughters marry some migrant worker, or you will regret it to death."

Just as Song Fang finished speaking, some of the people behind her stared at the woman stepping out of the leading BMW X7 and cried out in surprise, "Hey, isn't that Song Li’s daughter, Li Qingying?"

"How is that possible? That handsome man is here to court my daughter Xiaoying; why would he be carrying Song Li’s daughter?" Song Fang hurried to look back and realized that the girl was indeed Li Qingying.

At that moment, the door of the second BMW X7 opened, and Song Li and Li Dong stepped out.

"Ah, that’s Song Li," Song Li realized something was wrong.

Song Fang squinted, then shrieked, "Impossible! How could Song Li arrive in a BMW X7?"

"Song Fang, why couldn't I? Both of these BMW X7s are ours. We can ride in them however we like," Song Li said, feeling a secret sense of joy as she saw the shocked expressions on everyone's faces. This was exactly the effect she wanted—to slap them in the face.

"Haoxuan, hurry over and help move the ten or twenty thousand dollars worth of goods we bought today," Song Li said deliberately. Boasting didn't cost a tax, and she purposefully inflated the price of the gifts to save face.

"Mom, should I also move the gifts in my car that are worth over a million?" He Haoxuan asked with a straight face.

*Good grief,* He Haoxuan really knew how to brag. As soon as she mentioned ten or twenty thousand, he immediately countered with over a million. This boast was a bit much—it had reached international levels.

"Heh, don't worry about that for now. Just move the ones from my car," Song Li wouldn't let He Haoxuan touch his own things; otherwise, the ruse would surely be exposed. She would stick to moving hers to show everyone how powerful their family had become.

"Song Li, how could we trouble you? Let your brother help you," Song Li (the uncle) said, immediately rushing over to curry favor upon seeing them arrive in such impressive BMW X7s.

He Haoxuan had intended to move the items, but the men of the Song family snatched the task away. He didn't want the hassle anyway, so he let them handle it.

"Wow, this is cordyceps!"

"This is XO cognac; that's very expensive too!"

Seeing these gifts, coupled with the two BMW X7s, the members of the Song family nodded secretly. Song Li was truly different from before; they began their own rituals of flattery.

Listening to the compliments, Song Li was ecstatic. "You might not know, but our Li Qingying is now the General Manager of the Baili Group. She holds great power and can have whatever she wants. Look, that’s how we have these two BMW X7s now."

"Wow, that’s truly amazing."

"Song Li, you’ve finally made it," some of the Song family members continued to butter her up.

Li Dong pulled on Song Li, looking worried. "Honey, be careful what you say."

"Be careful of what?" Song Li asked, annoyed.

"Listening to you just now, it sounds like Qingying embezzled money from the group to buy these BMWs. If that reaches the ears of the matriarch, there will be trouble," Li Dong said with a worried expression.

Song Li sneered, "Hmph, don't worry. This is the Song family, not the Li family. They will only treat me well; they won't harm me."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Fang called out from the side, "Song Li, is that your family’s migrant worker son-in-law? I heard he’s a good-for-nothing, is that right?"

Song Li’s expression changed instantly. This was her sore spot. If Li Qingying’s husband were a powerful man, she wouldn't be getting slapped in the face by others.

But given the circumstances, Song Li wouldn't let Song Fang succeed. "Song Fang, don't talk nonsense. Which ear did you hear that my son-in-law is a migrant worker? He is very capable."

"Capable?" Song Fang swept a contemptuous glance at He Haoxuan. "What is he capable of? Not just me, but everyone has heard that your son-in-law is a good-for-nothing who idles his days away and doesn't have a job."

"Song Fang, when have you ever seen a wealthy young master who has to work? That’s not idling—that’s enjoying life, understand?" Even though Song Li looked down on He Haoxuan, at this moment, she had to stand by his side.