Chapter 661: Xiao Han vs. Song Yu

The title “Mrs. Song” fell like spring rain—yet strangely cold—freezing everyone in the alley into statues.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, savoring the deep meaning behind the three words: “Mrs. Song.”

Seeing her old Song described this way, Chen Xiaoyu wanted to smash Xiao Han with a hammer. To her, Xiao Han, with her curved brows and smirking eyes, looked no different from a fox spirit.

Li Heng’s eyelid twitched.

Damn it! Just as feared, here it came—this scheming wife was a ticking bomb; wherever she was, danger followed.

Song Yu remained calm. Before Li Heng could smooth things over, she stepped calmly through the courtyard gate: “Long time no see. You’ve come.”

Xiao Han stood poised, cleared her throat, and asked: “When did you get here?”

Song Yu said: “Just after seven-thirty this morning.”

Xiao Han carefully studied Song Yu, especially her demeanor. Seeing that this major rival showed no signs of being shaken by Lushan Village, she instantly understood—then pointed to the dead ginkgo tree: “Have you seen this tree?”

Song Yu turned her attention to the ginkgo tree, her expression puzzled.

Xiao Han spoke brightly: “This is the second love tree my Mr. Li and I planted. The first was a ginkgo; the second was also a ginkgo—but both died for no reason.”

Last time, I specifically took soil from under the roots and from other parts of the yard for testing. Care to guess the results?”

Song Yu watched her, waiting for the rest.

Xiao Han looked pitiful: “The soil from everywhere else was normal—but under the roots, it turned into saline-alkali land. My ginkgo trees died so tragically!”

In short: there’s a bad person in Lushan Village.

Hearing this, Ye Ning and Sun Manning exchanged glances, then raised their heads together to stare at the sky: Wow! Today’s sky is blue, cloudless, and perfectly clear—time for rain.

Song Yu smiled faintly, offering no comment.

Xiao Han smiled with a dimple: “You and my Mr. Li have such a good relationship—why not plant a tree together? Maybe it’ll survive.”

“You and my Mr. Li.”

It was a blatant claim of ownership—and a test of Song Yu’s reaction.

Hearing this, Li Heng silently cursed: the schemer’s gone too far.

Song Yu glanced at Xiao Han, then at the ginkgo tree, and said calmly: “That’s not a bad idea. What kind of tree should we plant?”

Song Yu’s reply took everyone by surprise.

Xiao Han’s eyes flickered, her sweet smile unchanged: “Then let’s plant a ginkgo too.”

Question and answer—their rivalry grew sharper.

Ye Ning nearly jumped for joy, screaming inside: Fight! Fight! Better yet, knock each other out—let Shihe and Sui sui pick up the scraps.

Sun Manning, seeing Ye Ning barely contain her glee, couldn’t help kicking her.

Zhang Haiyan nervously glanced between Song Yu and Xiao Han, her mind half-frozen—how had the two former stars of No. 1 High School ended up like this? How did it come to this?

As the two women locked eyes, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Li Heng cleared his throat, stepped between them, and muttered in a voice only they could hear: “Plant a tree? With both of you talking like this? Plant thorns.”

Song Yu smiled faintly, following his steps toward the house.

Almost the moment Song Yu moved, Xiao Han also stepped forward—entering the house a pace ahead.

Song Yu, forced to lag behind by one step, glanced at her rival’s back, paused for two seconds, then walked in calmly.

Once the three principals left, the air in the courtyard instantly relaxed.

Zhang Zhiyong wiped his forehead, already sweating: My goodness, thank heaven Old Master only loves Chunhua—imagine if he had two wives? He’d be dead already.

Inside the kitchen, without needing Li Heng’s invitation, Xiao Han and Song Yu each took a small stool and began helping with picking and washing vegetables.

Zhang Zhiyong and Sun Manning also lent a hand.

Zhang Haiyan, Ye Ning, and Chen Xiaoyu, sensing the tension, stayed out of the kitchen, watching TV and chatting in the living room.