boyutpedia Chapter 49 He's the boss, you're the underling.
Chapter 49 He's the boss, you're the underling.
"Holy crap, hahaha..."
"Wow, Song Nanxi, you're so funny!" Chi Hao exclaimed.
Song Nanxi glanced at him, "You have a story too? Why don't you tell us first?"
"Pfft..." Chi Hao waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm perfectly mentally healthy."
Jiang Mu, who was not in good health, also twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Chi Hao is an idiot.
He looked at Song Nanxi, who was smiling and had a playful look in her eyes, and felt a strange surge of fighting spirit within him. So eager to know his past?
"Sure, but stories without wine aren't the best for a heart-to-heart talk."
Jiang Mu smiled faintly, his fingers rubbing the pinky ring.
"Come out with me, I'll buy you a drink, and by the way—I'll let you experience being a confidante."
He leaned forward slightly, his silver hair unruly, and his narrow eyes fixed on Song Nanxi, seemingly in a defiant manner.
Song Nanxi raised her red lips and said, "Okay," but then her tone changed abruptly, "But I'm busy right now. Let's talk about it when I have time."
I'm busy, I don't have time to flirt with you right now.
Jiang Mu narrowed his eyes. "Song Nanxi, are you playing me?"
An atmosphere of danger is spreading.
Seeing this, Chi Hao was afraid the two would confront each other, so he quickly said, "I can vouch for Song Nanxi! She's a celebrity. Wasn't she filming in some drama crew just a few days ago? You don't like to go online for gossip, so you don't know. It's all very lively on Weibo all day long!"
Jiang Mu also frowned.
Is there such a thing?
Song Nanxi clicked her tongue. "That's the situation. Anyway, I'm busy lately. Of course, if you want to find another confidante, I won't stop you—"
Jiang Mu could also be Song Yirou's target, so why didn't she make a move?
Jiang Mu's expression, which had just calmed down, darkened again because of the second half of Song Nanxi's words.
"You think I'm open to anyone? Am I that cheap?"
Song Nanxi was speechless: "As expected, people who don't sleep well have bad tempers. Fine, fine, then you can line up. I'll pamper you when I'm done with my work."
Chi Hao: "..." That's a strange thing to say.
But I dare not say it.
Jiang Mu clicked his tongue in annoyance, "I didn't realize you were so busy. You're so busy you don't even have time to reply to messages."
Song Nanxi found it amusing; why did Jiang Mu's tone sound so sour?
"It was indeed my fault. I was too busy filming those days. I was planning to reply to you after I finished filming. I apologize." Song Nanxi said quite frankly.
This completely baffled Jiang Mu, who looked a little awkward. "I didn't mean anything by it."
"Mmm-hmm." Song Nanxi waved her hand.
At this moment, Qi Yu bent down from behind the sofa and put the phone, which was on a call, to Song Nanxi's ear.
"Who is it?" Song Nanxi was peeling an orange and playing with it, her face slightly turned towards the phone, letting Qi Yu hold the phone.
"I heard that Old Master Song is ill?" Ling Sheng's voice came from behind.
Song Nanxi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that it was a bit dramatic. What kind of fate was this? All three lucky people had come together.
He replied, "I was discharged that same day; I had a minor heart problem."
“Hmm,” Ling Sheng thought for a moment and said, “Are you at the old house? I came to check on the old man, so don’t wander off.”
The relationship between the Ling and Song families is quite good; otherwise, Old Master Song wouldn't have entrusted Song Nanxi to Ling Sheng.
Knowing full well that Song Nanxi was a hopeless case, Ling Sheng still accepted the offer.
"Grandpa is still sick, where can I go?" He can come whenever he wants.
In truth, Song Nanxi knew that the old house would only be quiet for a couple of days. Once people in the industry gradually learned that Old Master Song was ill, they would inevitably come to visit. At that point, she couldn't keep stopping Song Hong, Song Hai, and Song Qi from seeing their grandfather.
After speaking succinctly, Song Nanxi had finished peeling the orange in her hand.
She didn't like eating it either, so she casually broke off half of it and stuffed it into Qi Yu's mouth without even looking up.
Qi Yu was still wearing a mask. After a pause, she took the half-eaten orange.
The two interacted naturally, seemingly accustomed to each other's habits.
Jiang Mu also found it inexplicably irritating. He thought that this man named Qi Yu was Song Nanxi's bodyguard, so wouldn't this man always be with her, whether she was at work or at home?
A thought flashed through his mind, and he casually asked, "You and your bodyguard seem to have a good relationship?"
"A personal bodyguard," Song Nanxi said with a smile.
Jiang Mu also curled his lips slightly, "Really? I happen to be unemployed right now. I was wondering if you need a bodyguard?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold gaze fall on him.
Jiang Mu raised an eyebrow, looked at Qi Yu, and chuckled softly.
Song Nanxi looked at him and joked with a smile, "Then we'll have to ask my Qi Yutong if he agrees. If he does, he'll be the boss and you'll be the servant, and you two can serve me together."
She spoke in a teasing tone.
Chi Hao didn't take it seriously at all and was still laughing, saying, "Song Nanxi, you've gone too far. We're on a monogamous system now. This is a crime! You're a bad woman! Besides, with my brother's figure, his face, and his family background, doesn't he deserve the position of the main wife?"
Song Nanxi laughed loudly and fell onto Qi Yu.
Jiang Mu couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Chi Hao.
"You talk too much."
Because they heard from Song Nanxi's phone call that someone was coming to visit Grandpa Song later, they didn't stay any longer.
"By the way, Chi Hao," Song Nanxi said as they stood up, "can you do me a favor? I need a set of good silver needles. Could you keep an eye out for them, preferably old ones?"
Chi Hao: "Then I'll have to ask my friends. I don't know anything about traditional Chinese medicine, so it might take a few days."
Song Nanxi said it was fine and told him to go ahead and look for it.
Jiang Mu glanced at Song Nanxi, his tone a little annoyed, "My old man seems to have a set in his collection. I'll get it for you when I find it."
This is an unexpected surprise.
Song Nanxi smiled genuinely, her face radiant. "That would be perfect. I won't take it for nothing. How much do you want? I'll give it to you."
Jiang Mu stared intently at her smiling face. She was smiling like that just to get a silver needle. It seemed that none of them could even compare to her when it came to getting a silver needle.
He said calmly, "Weren't you going to help me cure my illness? Once I get the silver needles, I'll leave my illness to you."
Once they left, Song Nanxi was overjoyed and said to Qi Yu, "What a great thing! We've saved some money, not bad at all."
……
Song Nanxi's prediction was correct. By the third day, Old Master Song's condition had improved significantly, which was also related to his continued use of the medicine prescribed by Song Nanxi.
Guests came to visit one after another, and the three siblings finally stepped into the old house as they had wished.
Two burly men, each over six feet tall, stood guard at the door. Seeing them glaring at them, the group inwardly cursed Song Nanxi.
But even though he cursed in his heart, he couldn't let the guests see any hint of it on his face.
At least on the surface, the old house is peaceful today.
Song Nanxi walked slowly to where the younger generation was sitting, her hands behind her back.
Song Mo didn't come; Song Heng was playing chess with his cousins.
When she arrived, the scene fell silent for a moment, and everyone's unwelcome attitude was written all over their faces.
Song Nanxi didn't care at all. She said with a forced smile, "Having fun, huh? Let me give you a heads-up. Today, if anyone dares to cause trouble, I'll break their legs and shove their face into a cesspool. So you'd better behave yourselves and not force me to take action against you, understand?"
Song Heng slammed down the chess piece in his hand, about to yell, "Who do you think you are—"
Before he could finish speaking, he met Song Nanxi's gaze and his arrogance immediately diminished.
Just then, Song Yirou's voice rang out from outside.
"Grandpa Zheng, why did you come in person!"