The daughter of the firstborn is rebellious and is reborn to bury her whole family

Chunsheng was startled by his excitement and subconsciously hugged Ah Huang tightly, saying, "That's our second in command's umbrella. Do you want to borrow it, or do you want to buy it?"

"Second in command?"

Chunsheng stretched out his hand and pointed behind him.

Song Huai turned around in confusion and saw Shen Qiyin standing in front of the medicine cabinet in a moon-white dress.

He suddenly realized: "Oh, it's you!"

"I actually forgot..."

If she and her maid hadn't caused trouble that day in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, Feng Ruoying would have already been ruined by him and would have obediently married into the Marquis of Jianning's mansion!

It's all because she broke herself!

His eyes swept across the oil-paper umbrella, and Song Huai thought to himself, even God is helping him, so he cannot miss this great opportunity.

Coming back to his senses, he asked Shen Qiyin: "Is that umbrella yours?"

Shen Qiyin replied calmly: "No."

"Whose is that?"

"do not know."

"Don't know? How could I not know?" Song Huai got angry instantly: "Are you kidding me?"

"Are you a monkey?"

"You are the monkey!"

Hearing this, Shen Qiyin shook his head seriously: "I'm not a monkey, but I thought you were, otherwise why do you think I was playing tricks on you?"

"you!"

Song Huai's face was twisted with anger.

Finally, he said with a red face and thick neck: "A good man doesn't fight with a woman!"

"I just want to ask you one question, where did you get this umbrella?"

Da Zhuang saw that he had come with bad intentions and was about to step forward, but Shen Qiyin stopped him with a look. He then replied distractedly, "It was borrowed from a kind-hearted gentleman."

"If you borrowed it, why didn't you return it?"

Shen Qiyin suddenly fell silent.

Just when Song Huai thought she had nothing to say and was about to make a final judgment, he heard her sigh in a low voice: "It seems that you are indeed not a monkey. Monkeys are smart."

Song Huai even wanted to curse!

"What do you mean?!" Are you calling him stupid?

Shen Qiyin looked like he didn't have high expectations for his brain, and said in a light tone: "I just said that I don't know the name of the person who borrowed the umbrella."

"You just heard it and you forget it. Who would believe you if you said your brain is comparable to a monkey's?"

At the end, he added: "Maybe the monkey will believe it."

Song Huai immediately swallowed back the words "I believe it" that were on the tip of his tongue.

He was the son of a marquis, and even though he was born out of wedlock, he was superior to others wherever he went. From childhood to adulthood, except for the few times he was blocked in the alley by the prince and Xiao Yan and beaten up, he had never suffered such humiliation!

If there weren't so many people here, he would have had someone peel off a layer of her skin, so that he could get rid of the hatred in his heart!

However, even though he couldn't do it right away, he still had a way to deal with her.

"Since you said you don't know who the owner of this umbrella is, let me tell you, this umbrella belongs to my second brother!"

The "second brother" that Song Huai mentioned was his legitimate brother, the second son of the Marquis of Jianning's Mansion, Song Ye.

Shen Qiyin had never dealt with him in his previous life, so he didn't recognize him.

But now that Song Huai mentioned it, she recalled it carefully and it seemed that there was indeed a word "Song" written on the carriage, but the rain blocked her vision and she couldn't see it clearly.

Seeing that she remained silent, Song Huai became more excited: "Ordinary oil-paper umbrellas are painted with tung oil to protect them from rain, but if you paint on the umbrella, it will inevitably fade over time."

"For this reason, my second brother specially invited an umbrella craftsman to come to the mansion and asked him to apply a layer of pine oil in addition to the tung oil."

"After being dried like this, the ink will not fade even if it comes into contact with water, and the umbrella surface can be kept new for a long time."

"More importantly, the blue and white pattern on this umbrella was painted by my second brother himself!"

Shen Qiyin listened to him very patiently for a long time, and then replied with only three words: "So?"

"So! How could my second brother lend you this umbrella that he made so carefully for no reason?"

"Because he is kind."

"..."

Song Huaifei was almost pissed off by her!

Her words were so vicious that Song Huai couldn't help but think of that day in the Marquis' Mansion when Xie Qing said that she had stolen Feng Ruoying's hairpin. She claimed that Feng Ruoying gave it to her herself because Feng Ruoying was kind-hearted.

At that time, Song Huai didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. Seeing that Xie Qing was blocked and couldn't say anything, he was still cursing her for being stupid in his heart. Now that he was in the same situation, he realized how serious it was.

His brain was about to explode before he finally managed to utter, "My second brother is indeed a kind person, but you are not."

"He has always been very clear about right and wrong, how could he possibly bother with you!"

"In my opinion, it must be because you are greedy and vain that you became malicious when you saw such a delicate umbrella, and stole it when my second brother wasn't paying attention!"

Song Huai became more and more excited as he spoke. He waved his hand and ordered the servant beside him, "Go report to the police!"

He wanted to see how she would explain the crime after catching her red-handed!

He was not afraid even if he had to go to his second brother to verify his identity. One was his biological brother and the other was a stranger. It was obvious who his second brother would help. It was impossible for him to let his younger brother be accused of "slandering others".

Thinking of this, Song Huai curled his lips and smiled, his face grim: "Just say that this young master caught a thief."

"She's still a shameless female thief!"