The real heiress is wild and seductive, making all the male leads fall for her.

Chapter 45 Mom, your sugar daddy's come knocking on the door!

The studio was deathly silent...

Mrs. Liu and the others looked at each other, speechless with astonishment at Lin Bei.

Keeping a sugar daddy/kept man?

Seeing Song Nanxi suddenly rush in, Lin Bei felt dizzy and had a series of bad premonitions.

She wanted nothing more than to tear Song Nanxi's mouth apart: "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting! When have I ever kept a mistress..."

"Mom, they've come to our door, we can't possibly lie, can we? You'd better go back and deal with this. If Dad finds out, it'll be terrible. I don't want you two to get a divorce!"

Song Nanxi held onto Lin Bei tightly, looking like she was thinking of her.

Her little face was contorted with worry.

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Lin Bei was furious. She had no idea what had happened. The gossipy looks from the wealthy women around her made her feel uncomfortable. She forcefully shook off Song Nanxi's hand. "Let go of me! Get out of here right now! I don't have such an unfilial daughter!"

"Mom, how could you say that? Am I really not your biological child?" Song Nanxi sniffed, putting on a dramatic act. "That pretty boy even said that you promised to have a child for him too. Mom, does that mean I'm going to have a younger brother or sister? But that pretty boy looks younger than me. Will I have to call him Dad?"

My God!

Mrs. Liu and the others were shocked. "Lin... Lin Bei, you..."

Your ambitions are too high! At your age, you still want to have a pearl in your old age?

Their gaze shifted downwards—

"Aaaaah! Get out of here!"

Lin Bei clutched her stomach and screamed wildly, as if only in this way could she vent her speechlessness and breakdown, "Song Nanxi, what exactly do you want to do?! I'm your mother, what good does it do you to slander me like this!"

"I didn't, I didn't," Song Nanxi said innocently, sobbing, "Mom, I can actually understand you. My dad is such a scumbag. He pretends to be a respectable person in public, but he has a bunch of mistresses and is just a pretty face. I'm sorry, Mom, I know we shouldn't wash our dirty linen in public. I just overheard you two arguing and you said it."

He kept so many mistresses, but you only kept one, Mom. Actually, you've been very good.

She grabbed Lin Bei's hands and shook them forcefully, holding them up and down.

Affirmation!

"I...I...you..." Lin Bei rolled her eyes, her blood rushed to her head, and she fell backward, feeling dizzy.

"mom!"

Song Yirou quickly caught Lin Bei.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief. "Song Nanxi... what exactly do you want?"

With all these events happening lately, is Song Nanxi planning to live only one more day? And not live the rest of her life?

Why would she offend so many people?

If Song Nanxi could hear her inner thoughts, she would definitely answer: "For the sake of pleasure."

If you upset her, she'll naturally be happy.

Song Nanxi immediately noticed the dress she was wearing. She looked her up and down, then staggered two steps, as if she had been greatly shocked.

Song Yirou knew something was wrong.

Song Nanxi has already started her performance.

Her face was contorted in pain, her eyes filled with tears, and her slender body swayed like a white lotus in the wind.

"Mom, didn't you say you were busy? But you had time to accompany your other daughter to buy clothes. Am I your real daughter, or her?"

Song Nanxi sighed, "I know you've never liked me, but I've really had enough. I'm clearly your biological child—"

"enough!"

Lin Bei was abruptly woken up by anger and interrupted her sharply.

"What do you want? Tell me! Stop acting crazy outside and embarrassing the family! I'm begging you."

Song Nanxi wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, lowered her head after being yelled at, and asked pitifully, "Song Yirou's clothes are overflowing in the walk-in closet, but I only have a few patched clothes..."

Song Yirou was almost laughing in exasperation. "Song Nanxi, you're such a good actress! Show me your patched clothes!"

Hearing this, Song Nanxi looked up and asked her with a half-smile, "Fine, I remember my old suitcase is still in the storage room. It has a few pieces of PXX clothing with free shipping inside. I might as well take them out and let everyone judge. These days, your own flesh and blood are out there picking up trash, while your enemy's daughter is..."

"Song Nanxi!"

Song Yirou gasped for breath, her face extremely pale. "Is this all you know?! Are you threatening me?"

Song Nanxi: "It's not about having many tricks up your sleeve, but about finding something useful."

"Fine!" Song Yirou laughed angrily. "You want clothes, right? Fine, pick whatever you like here today, I'll pay! Consider it charity!"

Let's see if she can swallow her pride and ask for it!

"Give alms?"

Song Nanxi opened her eyes wide and immediately looked at Lin Bei. "Mom, am I not part of the family? Can't I have what Song Yirou has? Or am I only fit to wear clothes that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping? If I had known it would be like this, I would have preferred not to come back."

She started pretending to 'wipe away tears' again.

Mrs. Liu and the others stood to the side, unsure whether to leave or stay.

At this moment, I couldn't help but say, "Oh dear, what's going on here? If the little girl wants to buy new clothes, just say so! With your family's wealth, it's just a few pieces of clothing. Don't cry!"

"Yes, yes, sigh, every family has its own problems."

Song Nanxi said aggrievedly, "But Song Yirou just said she was giving alms. Am I a beggar? If it weren't for her mother, would I be living such a miserable life?"

"Oh dear, look at the poor child," Mrs. Liu advised. "I remember Nanxi is a celebrity, right? Why don't we pick out a few pieces today to wear to events later!"

The others were confused and still reeling from the shocking revelation that Lin Bei was keeping a gigolo, so they didn't think much about what Song Nanxi meant by her biological daughter or her enemy's daughter.

They assumed she was vying for favor because her parents were biased.

Only Lin Bei and Song Yirou knew that Song Nanxi was warning them.

"But that's true. Xiaorou was a bit too harsh just now. We're all sisters, why talk about charity?"

Song Nanxi nodded, "Yes, some people are just shameless. They take our family's money and then try to give it to me—"

All eyes were on them.

Song Yirou continued to swallow her anger, "Fine! I apologize!" She clenched her palms tightly, "I spoke impulsively just now, please, I was just trying to give you clothes, okay!"

From an angle where no one was watching, Song Nanxi gave Song Yirou a mocking look.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

The more some people care about something, the more they become bound by it.

Song Yirou is like that, and so is Lin Bei.

Song Nanxi doesn't mind playing around a bit more, but he must be suffering terribly and in great pain, worrying day and night about the consequences of being discovered.

Her fingertips traced the clothes hanger one by one, finally stopping on Song Yirou.

"I want all of these, including what you're wearing."