No matter how strong of a woman Song Yajing was, as Lu Dinghua looked at her like this, she began to blush.
She withdrew her gaze and looked towards her older brother.
Song Jin had a sip of red wine and emotionally said, "Little Sister, I know the education of the Song family has enabled you to have a stable position as Madam Lu. But at the same time, you also lost the happiness of being a woman. Isn't it better this way? You can start to slowly enjoy life. Let go of the reins, and hand this family over to Ning Qing. She is a great successor; you can tell just by the banquet itself."
This time, Song Yajing did not rebut him, but she had a faint smile on her face.
At this moment, the grandfather clock in the hall rang. Dong, dong… It struck a total of 8 times. Song Yajing was born at the exact timing of 8 o'clock as the bells rang.
