Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 547 - I Am Your Sister (2)

Chapter 547 -547: I Am Your Sister (2)

Chapter 547 -547: I Am Your Sister (2)

Mother Song was clearly getting a bit impatient, and as soon as Chuzheng returned, she frowned and said directly, “Miss Shen, I have another appointment later, and the conditions I offered are not bad, but with things as they are now, it’s no good for anyone.”

Chuzheng stood outside of the booth, and after a while, Mother Song couldn’t help but glance over.

And with that look, Mother Song was taken aback.

The marriage engagement between Song Jing and Shen Chuzheng had been arranged by the older generation.

Now that Song Jing and Shen’s older generation were gone, if Shen Chuzheng had been a well-cultured young lady, Mother Song would probably have been very happy.

But Shen Chuzheng had lived outside for sixteen years.

At that time, the Shen family probably didn’t want to scare her and hadn’t mentioned this matter.

Mother Song was naturally happy, thinking it was better to wait and see, at least there was still the support of the Shen family.

But from the first meeting, Mother Song didn’t like her very much, let alone now that the Shen family was nearly bankrupt.

Mother Song had seen Shen Chuzheng several times.

The girl always slumped with hunched shoulders, exuding a nervous and timid air.

No matter how exquisite and luxurious the clothes were, they seemed to lose their luster on her, turning into imitation goods that might be found at a roadside stall, far from the daughter-in-law she had in mind and not fitting for her son.

But the girl standing in front of her now…

She stood there calmly and straight, with her chin slightly lifted, revealing that face she had almost never clearly seen.

Her features were delicate, and even without makeup, she was stunning, her eyes especially beautiful, like gems, cold yet penetrating.

It was still the same outfit, but now it seemed tailor-made for her, as if it had come to life.

The girl stood there, like a celestial maiden descended from the snow-capped mountains, ethereal and noble, intimidating others from drawing near.

Chuzheng sat back down in the booth.

Mother Song seemed startled, “You…”

Chuzheng sipped her coffee and said indifferently, “Do you want to break off the engagement?”

Mother Song swallowed, her heart filled with suspicion, and she voiced her inner doubt, “Are you Shen Chuzheng?”

The coffee cup clinked lightly against the table.

The girl looked up slightly, her cold gaze fixed on Mother Song, “Poor eyesight?”

Am I not Shen Chuzheng, or are you?

She hadn’t had plastic surgery, so how could she not be recognized?

Mother Song: “…”

Impossible!

How could she seem like a different person just by going to the restroom?

What was this Shen Chuzheng up to?

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Could it be that she didn’t want to cancel the engagement and deliberately put on this show?

It must be so.

Mother Song comforted herself internally and became even more determined to break off the marriage contract.

“Miss Shen, no matter what you’re trying to do, there’s only one choice regarding this marriage contract.”

“Mhm,” Chuzheng tapped her fingers on the table, “Don’t rush, wait a moment.”

Mother Song: “Wait for what? Just agree quickly, and this check is yours. I remember your father is still in the hospital, right? Does the Shen family still have money for the medical bills? Take this money, and it will be enough to pay for your father’s expenses.”

Chuzheng leaned back slightly, resting against the booth, “Do you want to break off the engagement?”

Mother Song: “…”

How had it become a question of whether she wanted to break off the engagement?

This damn thing wasn’t right!

The girl across from her said coldly, “If you want to break off the engagement, just wait quietly.”

Mother Song didn’t know what Chuzheng was up to and began to feel uneasy.

Was she afraid of a yellow-haired girl?!

Mother Song took a deep breath, deciding to wait and see just what kind of trick could be played.

Chuzheng leisurely drank her coffee, while Mother Song sitting opposite her started to become somewhat restless.

Time ticked by, second by second.

“Miss Shen! How much longer must we wait?” Mother Song felt impatient, eager to get this matter resolved and leave this place.

“I’m here,” Chuzheng put down her coffee cup.

“What do you mean ‘I’m here’?”

“Miss Shen?” A man in a suit, accompanied by several bodyguards and carrying six boxes, came over.

Chuzheng stood up, walked out of the booth, and stood to the side, reaching out to pluck a hairpin from Mother Song’s hair.

“I’ve bought this.”

Mother Song: “???”

Chuzheng took a step back and ordered the bodyguards, “Throw this money at her.”

The bodyguard was as bewildered as Mother Song. What was going on?

Chuzheng looked at the bodyguard, “Don’t you understand what I’m saying?”

The bodyguard, feeling a chill under Chuzheng’s gaze, finally reacted, opened the boxes, took out stacks of money, and started throwing them at Mother Song.

Mother Song was struck in the face with the cash; crisp new bills scattered everywhere.

Mother Song came to her senses, “Shen Chuzheng! What are you doing… What are you all doing! Stop it!”

Banknotes scattered, filling the booth with rustling sounds.

Mother Song was submerged in them, screaming for them to stop; the entire café’s patrons gathered around, some even taking videos and photos with their phones.

“Which nouveau riche is this?”

“Who are they throwing money at?”

“Looks like it’s Madam Song…” Clearly, some people recognized Mother Song: “That girl across looks familiar…”

“Shen Chuzheng, isn’t she the young mistress from the Shen family who’d been missing for sixteen years?”

Earlier, Mother Song had yelled Chuzheng’s name, and some had heard and remembered it.

The six million, though not looking much in compact stacks, made for a quite shocking visual when scattered.

Chuzheng leaned to the side, waiting for them to finish throwing.

Surrounded by banknotes, Chuzheng propped herself on the money-covered table, “Six million, for dissolving my engagement with Song Jing.”

Mother Song’s face turned an iron blue, “You…” How could the Shen family, on the brink of bankruptcy, still have so much money?!

Six million… it seemed like a mockery of her three million.

Mother Song was about to explode with anger.

“Goodbye.” Chuzheng withdrew her hand, leaving in a cool and dashing manner with the man and bodyguards.

The onlookers automatically made way for her.

After Chuzheng had left, the crowd turned to Madam Song and began snapping pictures again.

Even though the café was not crowded and some, considering their own status, refrained from taking pictures, Madam Song still gasped for air in anger and fainted.

On the second floor of the café.

A man in a crisp suit stood at the edge, his cool gaze following the direction in which Chuzheng had left.

The man had handsome features, a calm and restrained demeanor tinged with an air of nobility, making others seem almost sacrilegious by comparison.

One hand was held horizontally in front of him, the elbow of his other arm resting upon it, his well-defined fingers curved up to his lips as if in thought.

“President Shen, we’ve just returned to the country, and we’re still not clear on Shen Corporation’s internal situation, so we can’t act rashly. I probed a little earlier, and right now, a lot of people have their eyes on Shen Corporation’s lucrative assets,” his assistant reported seriously from behind.

The man grunted in acknowledgment.

The assistant seemed accustomed to the man’s brevity, and continued, “So, President Shen, what do we do now?”

“Go to the hospital.”

The assistant paused for a moment then quickly agreed, “Yes, sir.”

Following the man downstairs, the assistant saw the scene at the booth and was surprised, “What happened here?”

So much money, which profligate child was tossing it around for fun?

The man walked away briskly, and the assistant, not bothering with the gossip anymore, hurriedly followed.