Although she was caught off guard, perhaps because she had experienced this so many times, her body had already developed a conditioned reflex.
The woman missed her target and couldn't control her body, so she fell heavily onto the table.
The table was filled with a variety of food.
The woman's face fell into the food.
She stood up in anger and shame: "How dare you get out of the way!"
These words made Song Qingyu laugh.
Should she just stand and get beaten?
"Hold her down for me, Xiang."
Ah Xiang glanced at Song Qingyu in embarrassment, then looked at Song Yan's mother, whose face was covered in sauce: "Madam, you should wash your face first."
"Don't worry about it. Just hold her down first. I have to slap her today."
Ah Xiang took two steps forward and lowered her voice to remind him, "Madam, this young lady is the young master's friend."
"Friend?" Song Yan's mother sneered disdainfully. "I don't think she's a friend, she's a vixen. Tell me, did you instigate my son not to come home? My son has been missing these past few days, and it's all because of you, right?"
Song Qingyu frowned.
She had indeed been with Song Yan these days, but it was too far-fetched to say that Song Yan disappeared because of her.
"It's all because of you! You vixen!" Seeing that A Xiang was slow to act, Song Yan's mother couldn't help herself. She grabbed the plate on the table and smashed it on Song Qingyu's head.
Song Qingyu avoided the plate, but did not avoid the food flying out of the plate.
The green vegetables hit her face and wet her eyelashes.
She blinked hard several times before finally getting the vegetable juice off her eyelashes.
Seeing Song Qingyu in such a miserable state, Song Yan's mother finally felt a little relieved.
She quickly repeated her old trick, picking up the plate and smashing it into Song Qingyu's face.
Song Qingyu naturally wouldn't tolerate her, so she picked up a plate and threw it at Song Yan's mother.
Song Yan's mother was obese and soon could not hold on.
Leaning against the wall: "You...you stop it!"
Song Qingyu didn't stop, but picked up the plate and threw it at Song Yan's mother.
This was the scene Song Yan saw when he came in, and his heart almost stopped.
Seeing that the second plate was about to fly towards his mother, Song Yan reached out and pushed Song Qingyu away in desperation.
Song Qingyu didn't see Song Yan come in. Suddenly, she felt pressure on her back and was caught off guard, falling heavily to the ground.
There was a clicking sound at the ankle.
In the silent room, it is especially clear.
Song Yan panicked instantly.
Just as he was about to get up to check on Song Qingyu, he was stopped by Song's mother.
"Son, you're back just in time." Mother Song cried and accused Song Qingyu, "You saw it, this woman bullied me! Wuuuuuu, son, quickly drive this vixen away, otherwise your mother will definitely be bullied to death."
"Mom, it's not that exaggerated."
"It's not that exaggerated. Didn't you just see it with your own eyes? If you hadn't returned in time, you would have seen my corpse!"
"Mom!" Song Yan was a little impatient. He pried his mother's hand away and turned to look at Song Qingyu. "Sister Qingyu, are you okay?"
Song Qingyu held her injured ankle and said calmly, "I'm fine, please send me back to Kyoto."
"Sister Qingyu!"
"Son..." Mother Song calmed down immediately after hearing Song Qingyu's words, "What did she say? She asked her to go back to Kyoto. She wants to leave. Let her leave quickly!"
After that, he said to Song Qingyu, "You vixen, you are quite sensible. You know that you are not worthy of my son!"
"Mom!" Song Yan interrupted Mother Song again, and then said to Ah Xiang beside him, "Take Madam downstairs to take a bath first."
Ah Xiang: "Yes."
Song's mother was unwilling to leave: "I'm not leaving. If I leave, this vixen will definitely stay. Ayan, I've eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. You have to believe me, this woman is definitely not a good woman. She must be after your money."
"Mom, if you don't go down, I will never go to your place again."
Hearing this, Song's mother's face changed slightly, and then she left with A Xiang in disappointment.
"sorry."
After Song's mother walked away, Song Yan whispered an apology to Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu: "Sending me back to Kyoto is the best apology."
"Except for this, I can agree to all other conditions."
Song Qingyu turned her head and stood up with the help of the wall.
Her leg was injured and she could only support herself on one foot.
Seeing this, Song Yan wanted to go forward to help Song Qingyu, but was rejected by Song Qingyu.
"Don't touch me."
Her tone was cold.
There is no longer the familiarity we had on the boat.
A trace of pain flashed in Song Yan's eyes.
The moment he forcibly took Song Qingyu away, he knew that this day would come.
But he didn't expect that Song Qingyu would resist him so much.
"Sister Qingyu, even if you are angry with me, you can't do this to yourself. Your leg is injured. Let me help you."
"Need not."
Even though there was a piercing pain in her feet, Song Qingyu still straightened her back and moved step by step towards the kitchen.
Seeing this, Song Yan frowned, took three or two steps behind Song Qingyu, and picked her up horizontally.
He didn't care whether the vegetable juice and sauce on Song Qingyu's body were stuck to him.
Song Qingyu looked at Song Yan's young and youthful face.
Suddenly she remembered that it was Song Yan who saved her on the boat. She was filled with anger and didn't know how to vent it.
All I could do was stop struggling and close my eyes.
Seeing this, Song Yan finally let go of his worries.
But at this moment.
Beside his ear, he heard Song Qingyu's low voice: "In fact, there is no essential difference between you and Lu Yanzhi."
The mournful tone was like a heavy hammer, hitting Song Yan's heart hard.
He hugged Song Qingyu tightly in his arms and said nothing more.
When they got to the second floor, Song Yan put the person on the bed and said, "I'll go call Ah Xiang over."
After a while, Ah Xiang came over.
She cleaned Song Qingyu and changed her into a new set of clothes.
Seeing that Song Qingyu's ankle was so swollen, she couldn't help but say, "Miss, when you see the Madam in the future, just avoid her. She... in short, is a very powerful woman, and she attaches great importance to the young master's marriage. If your family is not very rich, I advise you to leave as soon as possible."
Song Qingyu: "Thank you."
But all I could feel was a bitter smile.
She wanted to leave, but—
At this time, footsteps were heard on the stairs.
Ah Xiang's face changed. "Could it be that the Madam is here again? Miss, why don't you pretend to be asleep? Otherwise, I don't think the Madam will stop making trouble today!"
Song Qingyu stared at the door without blinking: "You can hide from the first day, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day. Besides, I also hope that she can drive me away!"
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