It rained for two days, and Song Qingyou didn't go out for two days.

The city after the rain was clean yet damp, as if it had been washed by water.

Song Qingyou received a call from Yan Shaoqin and left home early in the morning.

It had just rained, and the temperature hadn't warmed up yet, so she was dressed more warmly than everyone else, with a shawl draped over her shoulders.

As he got out of the car, Yan Shaoqin made no attempt to hide the amazement and admiration in his eyes. He walked over and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner: "Miss Song has become even more beautiful in just a few days."

Song Qingyou subtly avoided the question, saying, "Thank you."

Her voice was gentle and soft, which was very pleasant to listen to.

Yan Shaoqin smiled and led her into the restaurant.

At first, he thought Song Qingyou's claim that she would take the Ruan family's project from the Song family was just boasting. But when it actually happened, he had a new understanding of Song Qingyou's methods.

This woman looks sickly, but she's not simple-minded.

It's fortunate that her younger sister is with her; otherwise, with his idiot family member, he'd probably be sold out and still be helping the seller count the money.

During the meal, Yan Shaoqin kept glancing towards the restaurant entrance. Song Qingyou put down her chopsticks, elegantly wiped her mouth, and said with a half-smile, "Young Master Yan, do you have an appointment with someone?"

“No, that’s not it,” Yan Shaoqin said. “I’m wondering when Fu Wenzhou will be able to come.”

Song Qingyou was taken aback, and then he said, "He treats you like the apple of his eye, and guards against me like I'm a wolf. We've almost finished our meal and he still hasn't shown up. I'm a little curious..."

When he smiled, Song Qingyou knew he wasn't going to say anything nice next.

Sure enough, he said jokingly, "Could it be that the dog's nose has lost its sense of smell?"

Song Qingyou: "..."

She didn't like hearing others talk about Fu Wenzhou like that, so she straightened her expression and said seriously, "Young Master Yan, you've gone too far with the joke."

Yan Shaoqin smiled and apologized, "Sorry, I just found it very interesting."

Song Qingyou didn't think it was interesting for people to watch her and Fu Wenzhou's affair, and clearly expressed her displeasure, so Yan Shaoqin stopped joking.

After finishing their business, the two parted ways.

After leaving the restaurant, Yan Shaoqin offered to take her home, but she declined.

From the other person's ambiguous, teasing expression, she could roughly guess what Yan Shaoqin was thinking.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

After Fu Wenzhou's outburst, the entanglement between the two will only deepen.

Thinking about this, Song Qingyou became somewhat worried.

She had always wanted to keep her distance from Fu Wenzhou and not have too much to do with him, but now everything had gone against her wishes.

Back at her lodgings, the spirit she had been holding onto collapsed.

Going out in this season is truly painful for her; her body feels hot and cold all at once, and it's as if the moisture is corroding her bones.

She was thinking of getting a good night's sleep when she got home, but as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw someone who shouldn't be there.

Song Yuan stood at the door, furious, pounding on her door and calling her name.

Song Qingyou twitched the corners of her mouth, showing no surprise at Song Yuan's arrival.

His precious son is now in charge of the company, and the project that the Song family thought they had it in the bag was snatched away by her. It would be strange if Song Yuan didn't come after her.

She roused herself and asked calmly, "What brings you here?"

Song Yuan was seething with anger and wanted to settle scores with Song Qingyou, but then he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Song Qingyou standing there gracefully.

He was instantly furious: "Open the door!"

Song Qingyou chuckled softly.

It seems Song Yuan came with a respectable face this time, and even knew to come inside to talk.

She thought he would embarrass her and cause her trouble right there.

She opened the door, and Song Yuan walked in as if looking for something. His expression softened a bit when he discovered that she was the only one living there.

He plopped down on the sofa, and with no one else around, his indifference and annoyance were plain to see: "A woman, first and foremost, must maintain her integrity and not allow herself to degenerate..."

Song Qingyou: "Cough cough cough cough..."

She covered her mouth, coughed, and looked at Song Yuan with a somewhat nonchalant expression: "What did you just say? Sorry, I had a seizure and didn't hear you."

She sat down on her own, and as soon as she touched the soft sofa, she relaxed completely.

It's still more comfortable to sit down.

She completely ignored Song Yuan and was in a great mood.

Enraged by her dismissive attitude, Song Yuan slammed his hand on the coffee table, stood up, and shouted, "Song Qingyou! I'm talking to you, are you deaf?!"

Song Qingyou rested her forehead on one hand, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm listening."

She was indeed cold, which only fueled Song Yuan's anger!

He looked as if he wanted to strangle her!

Their eyes always look at the roadside trash with disdain.

"I don't care what you want to do, I'm warning you, return the Ruan family's project to Song Chen, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

He finally revealed the purpose of his trip.

Song Qingyou looked at him amusedly: "And what?"

Song Yuan was furious: "Song Qingyou! Don't play dumb with me!"

"I'm not pretending to be stupid, you're the one pretending to be stupid with me." Song Qingyou's tone was calm and gentle, but the smile in her eyes was like a sharp thorn piercing Song Yuan's eyes: "Return it? It was never part of the Song family, why should I return it?"

Song Yuan: "You..."

"I got this project based on my own merit. If Song Chen really wants it, let him try to take it based on his own abilities. Or is he so useless that he doesn't even have this much ability and can only incite you to throw a tantrum?"

Song Yuan was immediately stunned, and his first reaction was anger!

He never expected that Song Qingyou would dare to humiliate and disobey him!

"What did you say?! You unfilial son! It seems I have to teach you a lesson today, or you'll never know your place!"

He grabbed a vase from the table, seething with anger, and threw it at Song Qingyou. She hurriedly and awkwardly got up to dodge it, but accidentally lost her breath and bent over, coughing violently!

As Song Yuan cursed, she looked up and saw him unbuckling his belt and striding towards her with a fierce expression: "You lowly, worthless thing, you even try to steal your own brother's things, I'll beat you to death today!"

The raised belt gradually enlarged in Song Qingyou's pupils, and in that instant, many unpleasant memories from her childhood flooded back...

Her pupils contracted sharply a few times, and as the belt fell, she instinctively closed her eyes, already prepared to be whipped until her skin was torn and bleeding.

Despite the sorrow in her heart, she calmly began to analyze how to make Song Yuan pay the price for this beating...

The whistling sound of the belt cutting through the air sent chills down her spine, yet the belt did not fall for a long time.

Instead, Song Yuan's voice rang out, filled with fear and gritted teeth: "Fu Wenzhou, what do you want to do! I'm disciplining my own daughter, I advise you not to meddle!"