96: Chapter 96: A Cuckoo Takes Over the Nest! Pei Yunxiao's Show-Off at the Villa

The summer night in Jiangcheng was slightly muggy, but the area outside the Song family villa was as bright as day. Colorful lights were wrapped around the walls of the four-story European-style house, and the fountain's water jets rose and fell with the rhythm of the music. Anyone unaware would have thought some wealthy family was hosting a grand party.

Pei Yunxiao stood at the villa entrance, wearing a borrowed Armani suit, his fingers repeatedly rubbing together inside his pocket.

He had bet correctly.

Relying on the convenience of his parents working as a driver and a nanny for the Song family, combined with Song Zhiwei's former reputation as a "simp" who obeyed his every word, the villa's servants actually believed this party was arranged by Song Zhiwei. They didn't stop him; they even helped set up the venue.

"Young Master Pei, your home is just too luxurious!" Wang Ting, wearing a rented gown, had eyes wide as saucers. She grabbed Li Na's arm, her tone full of envy. "This fountain, these lights—it's more grand than the wealthy villas on TV!"

Li Na kept nodding as well, pulling out her phone to take frantic photos of the villa. "Getting to attend a banquet here will give me bragging rights on social media for half a year! If I'd known Young Master Pei was this rich, I should have gotten closer to you sooner!"

Zhao Ya leaned in toward Ruan Shu, looking at the Chanel gown Pei Yunxiao had "gifted" her. Her tone was somewhat fawning: "Shushu, you and Young Master Pei are such a perfect match! Look at this dress; it looks expensive at a glance. Young Master Pei is really good to you!"

Ruan Shu puffed out her chest, adopting the posture of the lady of the house, a smug smile curling on her lips.

Ever since the misunderstanding at Zhanghua Mountain Villa, she and Pei Yunxiao had grown closer. Last week, they had even secretly slept together at a hotel. Now, her heart was full of the belief that she was the future "Mrs. Pei."

She glanced at the villa's main gate, her voice dripping with mockery: "It's a pity for that idiot Song Zhiwei. She just had to go against Young Master Pei. Now she doesn't even have the right to step through this door. She truly deserves it."

Hearing this, Pei Yunxiao felt even more smug.

As long as tonight's party was a success, his "rich second generation" persona would be completely restored. By then, even if Song Zhiwei found out, she would just have to suffer in silence.

He stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Ruan Shu's waist, and smiled at the crowd. "Everyone, don't just stand outside. There's red wine and dessert prepared inside. Go in and have fun!"

Just as the crowd cheered and prepared to head inside, a black maybach slowly pulled up to the villa entrance. The window rolled down, revealing the faces of Song Zhiwei and Zhang Fan.

Speaking of which, it was fate. In three days, Singularity Technology was to hold an important banquet. Firstly, it was to sign the distribution contract for "star path" with an overseas game agency; secondly, it was to build momentum using the Song family's fifty-million-yuan investment to pave the way for a future IPO.

As the Song family representative, Song Zhiwei had to sign on her father's behalf, so she had specifically returned to the villa to pick out a gown. She hadn't expected that upon arriving at the gate, she would see Pei Yunxiao "occupying the nest" and hosting a party at her own home.

Seeing Song Zhiwei, Li Na immediately put away her phone, a mocking smile appearing on her face. "Some people really have thick skin! Young Master Pei already said you aren't allowed to attend, yet you still dare to show up? Are you trying to scrounge for free food and drinks?"

Song Zhiwei ignored her, pushed open the car door, and stepped out with Zhang Fan, walking straight toward the villa entrance.

She was wearing a simple white dress, yet she carried an inherent air of nobility that stood in stark contrast to the surrounding crowd, who looked cramped and awkward despite their flashy gowns.

Seeing that Song Zhiwei was ignoring her completely, Li Na's composure shattered instantly. She stepped forward to block her, her voice shrill: "Song Zhiwei! Didn't you hear me talking to you? Who told you that you could go in? Young Master Pei didn't invite you, so get lost!"

Ruan Shu also hurried over, crossing her arms and adopting the stance of the mistress of the house. Her eyes were full of contempt. "A servant's child actually thinks she's a young miss? This is Young Master Pei's villa; is it your place to act wild? Get out of here, don't dirty this place!"

The people around them also joined in the jeering—

"Exactly! Song Zhiwei, you're too shameless. You weren't invited, yet you dare to come!"

"Just leave already, don't embarrass yourself here. Young Master Pei doesn't want to see you!"

"Before, you pretended to be rich to pay for Young Master Pei, and now you're here to crash the party. How disgusting!"

Only Lin Meng stood at the back of the crowd, silent.

After Song Zhiwei had said "it's impossible for a child of the Song family to have the surname Pei" last time, she had specifically checked online—the Song family, the wealthiest in Jiangcheng, had only one daughter named Song Zhiwei. They had no son at all, let alone a relative named Pei!

The names of Pei Yunxiao's parents appeared clearly on the Song family's "employee list"—one was a driver, and the other was a nanny!

She knew then that Pei Yunxiao was a fraud. But when she told Li Na and the others, no one believed her, even claiming she was jealous of Young Master Pei.

To avoid being isolated, Lin Meng could only keep her mouth shut, thinking that getting some good food was better than being ostracized.

Just as Song Zhiwei entered the estate, she ran into Pei Yunxiao's mother, Wang Cuihua, who was coming out of the villa.

Wang Cuihua was wearing an ill-fitting qipao with a thick layer of foundation on her face. When she saw Song Zhiwei, a flicker of awkwardness flashed in her eyes before she piled on a smile: "Weiwei, why are you back today?"

"It's my home, why can't I come back?" Song Zhiwei's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable aura. "Nanny Wang, what's the situation out here?"

Wang Cuihua's smile froze. She rubbed her hands together, her tone slightly panicked. "This... isn't it because Young Master Pei's friends are here? He said he wanted to host a party for some fun..."

"Young Master Pei?" Song Zhiwei scoffed, her gaze turning cold. "Nanny Wang, I have no objection to you calling your own son 'Young Master Pei,' but in the Song family, there is only one Young Miss. Do you understand?"

Wang Cuihua didn't notice her displeasure. Instead, she took a step forward, trying to grab her hand, her tone deliberately gentle: "Oh, Weiwei, did you and Young Master Pei have a little spat? It's normal for young people to bicker. If you have something to say, sit down and talk it out properly. Don't let a grudge hurt your feelings."

Song Zhiwei looked down; she didn't even have the patience to say another word to Wang Cuihua.

Back when she was controlled by the intelligence-lowering halo, she had given her heart and soul to the Pei family. When Wang Cuihua asked her to help wash Pei Yunxiao's school uniform, saying with a smile, "The Young Miss is idle anyway, it's just a small task," or asked her to clean Pei Yunxiao's room, she never refused.

She had even frequently covered the mysterious expenses of Pei Yunxiao's parents. As a result, they were misled into thinking they had become "superior people," treating her, the true owner, as a simp they could order around at will.

Now that she was awake, she would never again tolerate such entitled behavior. You're a servant, and you dare to turn around and teach her how to behave?

Song Zhiwei scoffed inwardly: Give them an inch and they take a mile.

But Wang Cuihua didn't notice her aloofness at all. Instead, the more she spoke, the more excited she became. She reached out to grab her wrist, her tone filled with fake concern: "Oh, Nanny Wang isn't scolding you. Young Master Pei has such a good temper and cares so much about you. It's just that your 'Young Miss' temper is too sharp. Just change it in the future. Don't worry, I'll talk to him later and make sure he gives in to you more, okay?"

Song Zhiwei abruptly yanked her hand away, her voice full of disgust: "Where do you get all this nonsense? My business with Pei Yunxiao is not for a servant like you to manage."