Domination of the Aristocratic Dynasty After a Body Swap with the CEO

Chapter 3

Leaving the resting bedroom, she went out and realized that she had made a mistake. What a huge house! What a long corridor! My god, could the shrimp hanging on the corridor be authentic works by Qi Baishi?!0

Zhong Ruanxing got lost in the corridor of a rich man.0

Until a butler-like person appeared with a tray, seeing the young man who looked like he was appreciating the paintings standing in the corridor, he hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "Young Master San, the Old Master and Old Madam have already sat down for the meal."0

Zhong Ruanxing exercised her lifelong acting skills, and said indifferently: "Take me there."0

The butler was stunned for a moment: "Yes."0

With him leading the way, Zhong Ruanxing finally walked out of this maze-like noble long corridor. The butler led her to take the elevator downstairs to the first floor, through the antique courtyard, and finally arrived at the family banquet hall.

Through the hollow carved window, Zhong Ruanxing saw that there were many people inside, with the old and the young sitting together, laughing and chatting, a warm big family full of joy and harmony. However, when she stepped into the room, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt the atmosphere dropped a few degrees in an instant.0

The laughter quieted down, and the young girl who was playing with her mobile phone on the sofa near the door greeted her with some restraint: "Brother Three."0

Zhong Ruanxing remembered her own taciturn tycoon image and nodded her head coldly.0

Song Lecheng, that bastard, was also there. When he looked up at her, Zhong Ruanxing clearly felt that there was no kindness in his eyes. He smiled with ill intentions and teased her: "Brother Three, how come you're so late, making the elders wait for you alone?"0

Seeing the enemy extremely jealous, as soon as Zhong Ruanxing saw him, she remembered the malicious suppression Huaguang Media had inflicted on her over the years, making her already miserable performing career even worse!0

Zhong Ruanxing gave him a cold glance. If looks could kill, there would already be a bloody hole in Song Lecheng's body.0

In normal times, Song Jingcheng seldom laughed or spoke, and his style of doing things carried a rare ruthlessness for a young man. To be honest, deep down, Song Lecheng was still a little afraid of him. However, no matter what Song Jingcheng said in the past, he never gave Song Lecheng any response, so it led to Song Lecheng becoming more and more presumptuous in front of him.0

Now being glared at by him, Song Lecheng felt a chill down his back. He reacted that he was actually deterred by him, and his eyes showed some irritation, but he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, so he could only lower his head in indignation.0

There were more than a dozen people in the room. Zhong Ruanxing scanned them and sat down according to the information she had just crammed. Finally, she walked to Mr. and Mrs. Song who were sitting in the main seats: "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm sorry I'm late."0

Song Deming always maintained a dignified appearance with joy and anger not showing on his face. He glanced at her lightly: "Everyone is here, let's sit down."0

So everyone in the room started moving and took their seats.0

However, Mrs. Song looked much kinder. She asked with concern: "How was your rest?"0

Zhong Ruanxing said: "Not bad."0

Mrs. Song said: "You can't do this in the future. Pulling an all-nighter and then flying back from abroad overnight is too tiring for your body."0