Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1014: Don’t Provoke Zhou Hengyang

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Every time Song Zishan encountered her cousin, she was on high alert, even more so than when facing her grandfather. Handing herself over to Song Jinyan for discipline would feel like an eternity.

“Grandpa, I’m sorry. I won’t repeat my mistake,” Song Zishan’s complexion paled as she promptly apologized, realizing she needed to be contrite. If she angered her grandfather, her cousin wouldn’t let her off either. Knowing her grandfather doted on her, she understood the importance of appeasing him.

Admitting her mistake openly, Song Zishan confessed to knowing the person Zhou Hengyang accused her of associating with but insisted she hadn’t done anything wrong. With a mischievous wink, she concluded, “Su Xuewen is too cunning. He unexpectedly arranged for his daughter to marry Zhou Hengyang at the last minute. Sigh! I’m just helping to spread the word this time, not planning anything. Just thought I’d stir up a bit of trouble for Su Wen while I was at it.”

With a pitiful blink of her eyes, she concluded, “That’s all there is to it. As you know, nothing happened.” she said.

The old man nodded thoughtfully. “It’s good nothing serious happened. Just be cautious around Zhou Hengyang. He’s not someone to trifle with.”

This was the crux of the matter.

“Understood. Thank you for the warning, Grandfather. I’ll be more careful in the future,” Song Zishan promised earnestly.

Seeing his granddaughter’s sincerity, the old man was satisfied and changed the subject to her book publication.

“I heard you’re publishing a book?”

“Yes, Grandpa. I’ve released an essay, officially on sale today.”

“Not bad,” the old man praised. “Focus on your talents. Leave the messy stuff alone. If anything arises, there’s Jinyan!”

“Yes, Grandpa. You’ve always been so kind to me.”

“You’re my granddaughter. Who else would I favour?” the old man remarked warmly. “Give me a few dozen copies. I’ll distribute them among my old comrades to promote your work.”

Song Zishan briefly entertained the notion of whether her grandfather’s affection would remain if she weren’t his biological granddaughter, but she swiftly dismissed the thought.

Down the street from the Song family’s estate stood a tranquil white two-story building with a well-tended courtyard. Despite the winter chill, remnants of lush cannas lined the courtyard walls, a reminder of their summer bloom.

In the summer, the red canna flowers would bloom vividly, resembling flames, creating exquisite and captivating scenery.

This was the residence of the Song family’s second son, Song Jiaming. Since his legs became crippled, he rarely ventured beyond its walls, and the cannas remained unattended.

Today, an unexpected group arrived at the entrance, drawing attention from the few who passed by. Two formidable off-road vehicles pulled up, and their occupants stepped out.

The door swung open, revealing a man’s impeccably strong, long legs, clad in a pair of dark brown leather shoes. From the size of his feet alone, one could infer his towering stature and impressive physique. His stature and presence far exceed expectations.