Si Mingjing halted her steps, unsure if she should enter the room.
She knew that Grandpa Su truly cared for her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent a fortune bringing her back to Earth. However, forcing his grandson to marry her just to provide her with a safe haven was truly unnecessary.
If she could stride confidently on Prison Star, where everyone was a villain, what was Earth to her?
As for the billions in inheritance usurped by the Song Family...
"Ha! Now that I’ve returned, the Song Family’s good days are numbered. Consider this interception a mere welcoming gift!"
Speaking of the Song Family, theirs was a story of a cuckoo in the nest.
Her mother was once the heiress of the wealthiest man in B City. It was also her mother’s fault for her poor judgment of character; Song Tengfei, the poor live-in son-in-law, had an affair just a few years after marrying into the family.
Her mother was so furious that she wanted a divorce and to kick Song Tengfei out. However, the day before the divorce, she was framed as an undeniable murderer. Her grandfather, shocked by this, suffered a fatal heart attack, and all the family wealth fell into Song Tengfei’s hands.
Now, the Si Group had been renamed the Song Group, and Song Tengfei had transformed from a penniless live-in son-in-law to the boss of a Fortune 500 company.
When one person prospers, even their pets ascend to heaven.
Song Tengfei’s sister, Song Pianlan, went from a country girl to a lady of a wealthy family. His grandfather, Song Dezhong, changed from an obscure traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to a well-known doctor among the elite. Song Tengfei’s father, Song Baochang, who was previously a farmer, now spent his days fishing and playing golf in the city. His mother, Yang Meihua, once a factory worker, became a prominent lady active in affluent circles. Indeed, the entire family of five had risen to prominence following Song Tengfei.
Song Pianlan was Si Mingjing’s mother’s sister-in-law. Si Mingjing’s mother had treated Song Pianlan like her own flesh-and-blood sister. Yet, in court, it was Song Pianlan who identified Si Mingjing’s mother as the murderer.
Old Master Su still sighed, "The members of the Song Family are all like wolves and tigers. Mingjing, a harmless little rabbit, how could she fight against them without the Su Family’s protection and reclaim her rightful inheritance?"
Su Cheng didn’t care. "If you want to protect her, can’t you just adopt her as a god-granddaughter? Why insist that *we* marry her? Who would want a woman with no diploma and no talent?"
Su Cheng utterly disdained such women: those with no abilities of their own who sought to climb the social ladder by relying on others. It’s 2050, for heaven’s sake! Women should be strong and independent, he believed. He was certain that no sane man would marry such a woman.
However, at that moment, a news alert spread across the entire network:
[Shock! Exclusive news! Just moments ago, a top-tier, wealthy, and handsome man proposed on television to marry Si Mingjing. The suitor is none other than Mo Yinhe!]
Su Cheng’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw the alert! Which media outlet was this? Had they gone mad to dare publish such a joke? Who on earth was Mo Yinhe? Oh, right... the man at the apex of the food chain! The illustrious Crown Prince of a nation! Second to one, revered by millions. Countless daughters from prominent families wept and pleaded to marry him, yet none could even make him spare them a glance. Could such an overwhelmingly powerful figure really marry Mingjing? Su Cheng wouldn’t believe it even if it killed him!
Neither could the netizens.
Microblogs were exploding with commentary.
Netizen A: "Impossible! This simply can’t be! Fake news, reported!"
Netizen B: "Haha, daring to make such a joke? Mo Yinhe wouldn’t even need to lift a finger; his own golden Little Prince could destroy Si Mingjing!"
Netizen C: "That’s right! How many prominent young ladies have tried to get close to Mo Yinhe, only to be obliterated by his Little Demon King without even seeing his face?"
The netizens were furious. They swarmed the Little Demon King’s social media account, which boasted 300 million followers, with comments, eagerly waiting to see the Little Demon King fly into a rage and discipline this would-be stepmother...
Unexpectedly, two minutes later, the Little Demon King posted three consecutive microblogs. The irate Little Demon King was online, ready to clash with the netizens:
——"Sob, sob, little darling, big trouble! A woman is about to move into your house! What are you going to do?"
The Little Demon King retorted with a sneer, "Am I eating your family’s rice?"