"Mom, don't waste words with her!"
Song Anqi stood up, crossed her arms, and walked up to Song Yinyin in high heels, speaking disdainfully:
"Song Yinyin, since you admit you're here for money, just say it — how much do you want? I'll give it to you!"
Before coming, Song Yinyin had called Zhao Hengsheng and learned that her grandfather had left her a heritage worth a hundred million.
Although to the Song Family nowadays, a hundred million is not much, it's enough to make Jiang Lan and Song Anqi's hearts ache.
Song Yinyin wasn't originally interested in money, but if it meant she could take revenge on the Song Family, she would use any means necessary!
"Ha, I'm afraid you can't afford it." Song Yinyin sneered coldly.
Song Anqi didn't know about the inheritance, but Jiang Lan was well aware.
She quickly stepped forward to mediate, "Yinyin, I really haven't heard anything about an inheritance. By the way, are you in some difficulty and urgently need money? Also, it's not easy for you to raise a son alone. How about this, I'll give you some money on behalf of your father for urgent needs. Take this money and buy some supplies for your son."
Saying this, Jiang Lan instructed a servant to bring a checkbook.
She took a pen and quickly wrote a line of numbers on it, just about to tear off the check when her wrist was tightly gripped by Song Anqi.
"Mom, are you crazy?! You're giving her ten million? She's a shameless lowlife, why give her so much money? It's such a waste!"
Song Anqi cursed indignantly and ripped up the check.
A check for ten million...
Song Yinyin was taken aback, not expecting Jiang Lan to be so generous, with a single check amounting to a huge sum of ten million.
Soon, the corners of her soft pink lips curled into a cold smile.
Using ten million to replace a hundred million, to send her away, is indeed a lucrative deal.
"Aunt Lan, you want to use ten million to replace the hundred million inheritance my grandfather left me?" Song Yinyin's beautiful almond eyes scrutinized Jiang Lan's expression.
Her questioning made Jiang Lan's face turn pale.
"A hundred million inheritance?"
Beside her, Song Anqi was startled, turning to Jiang Lan, "Mom, what inheritance is she talking about?"
"Song Anqi, did no one tell you that my grandfather left me a massive inheritance of a hundred million back then? To find out whose hands that inheritance fell into, you need to ask your mom!"
"Song Yinyin, what do you mean by this? Are you insinuating that I took your inheritance?" Finally unable to hold back, Jiang Lan revealed her true colors.
Song Yinyin let out a snort from her nose, "You know deep down whether you did or not."
"I..."
Jiang Lan felt guilty and couldn't utter a single rebuttal in the face of the aggressive Song Yinyin.
Seeing the situation, Song Anqi's heart sank.
Could it be that Song Yinyin's grandfather really left her an inheritance of a hundred million?
While pondering over this, a car horn sounded outside, and Song Anqi turned her charming eyes, seeing the luxurious car at the door, her heart was filled with shock.
It's Lu Jihan!
He's already here!
In a panic, Song Anqi conceived a plan.
If she couldn't get rid of Song Yinyin, then there was only one way to deal with her.
In the next moment, she faced Song Yinyin, deliberately speaking coldly and sarcastically: "Who knows if there's such an inheritance? I think you're just trying to extort money! Just like your mom, a shameless lowlife!"
"Shut up!"
Song Yinyin could tolerate any insult towards herself, but she couldn't tolerate anyone insulting her mother.
Not even a single word of insult!