Song Nuan stared coldly, feeling an indescribable nausea and disgust.

She had no time to get involved in their argument, so she got up and went straight upstairs. By the time Song Zhiren noticed, Song Nuan had already pushed open the door to her old room.

"don't want……"

Song Zhi tried to stop him, but he was too late.

The room was so unfamiliar that Song Nuan could hardly recognize it. If it weren't for the inconspicuous dog graffiti next to the wall lamp, she would have thought she had entered the wrong room.

They are not exactly the same; they are completely unrelated.

Her treatment in the Song family was never good. Her room had the worst lighting, the smallest area, and the most ordinary and simple decoration. In short, it was incomparable to Song Ningxue's princess suite.

But now her room is spacious and bright.

The adjacent storage room was connected, making the space larger. It was renovated, and now there are many strange and unusual items, but they are obviously expensive.

Footsteps came from behind.

Song Zhiren was running so fast he was panting heavily. Before he could catch his breath, he angrily yelled at her, "Who gave you permission to book a room in my house without permission? Get out of here right now!"

The woman followed.

Holding a hot Americano, he opened the lid and angrily splashed it on Song Nuan.

With lightning speed, Song Nuan pulled Song Zhiren in front of her to shield him, pouring every last drop of coffee over him. The steaming coffee instantly burned his skin, turning it red.

Song Zhiren let out a loud, mournful cry.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The woman looked panicked and guilty, glancing timidly at Song Zhiren. "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to splash that woman."

husband?

Song Nuan felt disgusted by the name. She looked coldly at the woman, let go of her hand, and Song Zhiren stumbled and fell straight to the ground with a thud.

His forehead slammed into the ground with a loud thud; it sounded painful.

Having been tricked time and again, Song Zhiren's temper was about to explode. He looked up at her fiercely and roared, "Song Nuan, you unfilial daughter, get out of here!"

"ah?"

The woman stared blankly back and forth between the two men, and finally asked Song Zhiren, "Is she your daughter?"

...

In the living room, Song Nuan leisurely sipped her tea.

The sexy and hot woman was named Su Yin, Song Zhiren's new girlfriend. She was a recent graduate who couldn't find a job and wanted to take a shortcut, so she hooked up with Song Zhiren, this ugly and old fish.

These are all pieces of information that Song Nuan extracted from their arguments.

The two were still arguing noisily.

Although it's noisy, it's quite enjoyable to watch it like a TV series.

Su Yin's eyes were swollen from crying, but fortunately her facial features held up well. Rather than looking like a comical frog, she actually had a more pitiful and broken appearance.

"Song Zhiren, you clearly told me you've never been married, but your daughter is already so grown up, even older than me!"

Song Zhiren hurriedly explained, "Baby, listen to my explanation, I really didn't lie to you."

"You're not lying to me? Then tell me, where did you get such a big daughter from?" She pointed angrily at Song Nuan and questioned him.

“My marriage to her mother was a business arrangement. I don’t love her at all. You know, people like us often have no say in many things when we’re young.”

"Is it true that marriage is something you can't control, and so is having her?"

Su Yin glared at him, "You slept with your ex-wife without a condom, was that something you couldn't help? What, was someone watching you two while you were having sex?"

Song Nuan smiled, unable to hold back her laughter.

He's young and impetuous, and his words are always sharp and to the point.

Song Zhiren's face turned as red as a pig's liver. The middle-aged man was so angry that he felt dizzy and disoriented, but he couldn't bear to vent his anger on his sweetheart, so he could only lash out at Song Nuan.

"What are you laughing at? Do you even have the right to speak here? Song Nuan, I'm warning you, get out of here right now, or I'll have to call security to kick you out and make things awkward for everyone!"

Song Nuan remained unmoved. "Is there a problem with me going back to my own home?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the temporary auntie came downstairs, dragging a garbage bag in one hand.

"The rooms have all been cleaned."

"Thank you for your hard work."

After settling the payment with the aunt in person, Song Nuan glanced at the two large bags of things and said, "Just leave these things at the door. The property management will come to collect them. The garbage station is a bit far away, and it's troublesome for you to drag them there."

The woman smiled and dragged the trash behind her, saying, "Don't mention it, it's what I should do. I'll just take it and throw it away."

Su Yin was furious when she heard that.

She rushed forward, snatched the bag, and opened it to find it was full of her belongings.

"You dare throw my things?"

"Your things?" Song Nuan laughed. "These were all bought for you by Song Zhiren, right? Where do you think his money came from? He took it from me. Little sister, you're still young. There's no need to ruin your future by taking shortcuts."

Upon hearing this, Su Yin turned to look at Song Zhiren.

Song Zhiren angrily retorted, "What do you mean by taking it from you? Song Nuan, this is what you owe me! You were the one who begged me to sign the contract, offering to pay me to exchange companies with you."

owe?

Song Nuan didn't feel she owed Song Zhiren anything.

If anyone owes her anything, it should be the Song family and Song Zhiren who owe her. Song Zhiren not only owes her, but also wrongs her mother.

"It's true that I signed the contract with you, but why did you agree to give me the shares and convert them all into cash? If you've forgotten, I don't mind reminding you again."

"You've managed Song's Group to the point of bankruptcy. I was willing to take over this mess and even paid you back. You should be grateful."

Su Yin looked at Song Zhiren with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean? Isn't Song's your company?"

"I……"

Song Nuan wouldn't give him a chance to argue, and interrupted with a sneer, "He told you that Song's Group is his company?"

"Isn't that so?"

Su Yin was completely bewildered and blurted out, unsure whether she was asking Song Nuan or Song Zhiren.

"Go check on the website yourself and see if Song Zhiren's name is among the shareholders of Song's Group." Song Nuan was too lazy to say more. It was only natural that someone like Su Yin, who was all looks and no brains, would be fooled.

She indeed took out her phone and checked.

Seeing that Song Zhiren's name was not on the official website, he was so angry that he jumped up and down, clenched his fist and punched him.

"Song Zhiren, you lied to me! I'll beat you to death!"

"Don't listen to her nonsense!"

The two started arguing again, like firecrackers, ready to explode at any moment. At first glance, it seemed funny, but after listening to it over and over, it was always the same few insults, which was quite boring.

Song Nuan yawned as she got up, preparing to go upstairs.

The aunt, who was hiding in the corner, saw this and grabbed her, asking, "What about these two bags of trash?"

"Just leave it there."

The aunt reluctantly pouted and, without a second thought, dragged the things to a corner as Song Nuan had instructed before leaving.

Song Nuan returned to her room and locked the door.

After clearing away the clutter, the room was much cleaner and more comfortable. Song Nuan sat down on the sofa and took out her phone to reply to Fang Yu's message.