Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter

Song Chen took the grape from Gu Chu. It was only a sour grape, and its color was still very green.

However, this was a gift from his own daughter. No matter how sour it was, he had to eat it...

"Chuchu, the bodyguards will come and follow you at all times. There are many guests at the banquet. Uncle Song will come and play with you after I'm done with my business, okay?" Song Chen half-squatted down and rubbed Gu Chu's chubby little face. 

Gu Chu shook her head and tugged at the corner of Cheng Qi's shirt. "Chuchu doesn't like bodyguards. Chuchu wants Brother Cheng Qi to play with me."

Cheng Qi smiled.

Song Chen gritted his teeth.

Song Chen said patiently, "Chuchu, Brother Cheng Qi is very busy. He doesn't have time--"

"No, Mr. Song, I'm very free. I can help you take care of Chuchu." Cheng Qi's tone was respectful and polite.

Song Chen glared at Cheng Qi.

On the side, Grandfather Song, who had been watching the show, finally said, "Song Chen, let Cheng Qi take care of this child. Push me into the venue and I'll leave after saying a few words." Grandfather Song's expression was calm, his right hand gripped the porcelain teacup tightly.

The fruit tea trembled in the teacup.

Grandfather Song's sharp gaze scanned back and forth between Song Chen and Gu Chu. He looked at Song Chen's deep features, then looked at Chu Chu's clean features, then looked at Song Chen's thumbs, then looked at Gu Chu's fair hands.

A thought popped up in his mind.

Old Master Song then realized that the five-year-old girl's features were actually somewhat similar to Song Chen's!

There was also the curvature of the thumb. It was exactly the same, consistent with the dominant inheritance!

Grandfather Song's pupils contracted. He didn't hold the teacup tightly and smashed it into pieces on the floor.

"Grandpa, be careful." Song Chen quickly pushed the wheelchair away.

Cheng Qi bent down and picked up the Teacup pieces and put them back on the table.

Grandfather Song took a deep breath and suppressed his surging emotions. "Alright, push me into the venue. I'll leave Chuchu with Cheng Qi."

Song Chen didn't dare to disobey his grandfather's order. He could only give Cheng Qi a look that said, "You must take good care of Chuchu. Don't get any ideas, or I'll never let you off." Then, he pushed the wheelchair and brought Grandfather Song into the venue.

"Grandpa Song, Bye-bye!" Gu Chu stood on tiptoe, her voice sweet and soft.

Grandfather Song's body trembled slightly.

Gu Chu watched Song Chen send Grandfather Song off, and the corners of her mouth curled up. It seemed that Grandfather Song had already noticed.

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There were many guests present at Old Master Song's eightieth birthday banquet.

Zhao Manshi and her mother, Tang Chunxiu, were also invited.

"Manshi, that person over there is Wang Tiancheng from the Wang Corporation. Wang Entertainment isn't bad in the capital either." At the birthday banquet venue, Tang Chunxiu secretly reminded Zhao Manshi, "Mr. Song will be coming over in a while. Go and toast to him."

"Got it, Mom. You go and do your work first. I want to sit for a while."

Zhao Manshi's looks were superior, and her actions were elegant. She was wearing an haute couture Chinese evening gown today. Her looks surpassed all the other girls present, and she attracted the attention of many people. In the past, at such banquets, Zhao Manshi would definitely be in the limelight and become the most beautiful one among the female guests.

However, her mind was clearly not on this birthday banquet that was filled with the atmosphere of socializing. She found a quiet table and sat down. She took out her cell phone and sent Gu Manxi a text message.

[Manshi]: Sis~ The birthday banquet is so boring~ have you finished filming?

[Manxi]: We're halfway

[Manshi]: Sis~ there are many delicious snacks here. Do you want me to pack some for you? Osmanthus cake, pineapple cake, peach cake, golden thread Taro O(∩_∩)O?