Inside the room, Gu Bai was already setting up the table, acting as if he were a member of the family. Fu Wenzhou cursed him a few times but wasn't satisfied, so he tried to kick him, but his legs were weak and he missed.
Upon seeing this, Gu Bai immediately burst into laughter and mocked him. Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes and switched to using his cane. This time, Gu Bai was hit squarely and couldn't dodge. He yelled and jumped at Xu Zezhan, "Zhan, he bullied me!"
Xu Zezhan was engrossed in his phone when someone suddenly lunged at him. Startled, he nearly dropped his phone. Seeing Fu Wenzhou walking towards him, Xu Zezhan quickly turned off his phone and pushed Gu Bai away, saying, "Weren't we going to play mahjong?"
Gu Bai's attention was immediately diverted, and he started clamoring to play mahjong.
After everyone sat down, Liang Muchuan suddenly asked, "Qingyou, do you want to play a game?"
Song Qingyou was chatting with Yan Miao about entertainment gossip when she was suddenly called out and was taken aback. "I don't know how to play mahjong, you guys play."
Liang Muchuan: "It's nothing, just playing around."
Fu Wenzhou slightly lifted his eyelids and said with a cold smile, "You dare call me 'green pomelo'?"
Liang Muchuan raised an eyebrow: "Isn't a name meant to be called?"
Fu Wenzhou's face immediately darkened, his thick black eyebrows like two sharp swords. Before he could lash out, Xu Zezhan, seeing the situation was turning sour, stepped between the two: "That's enough. We're brothers, it's the New Year, don't make things unpleasant."
Gu Bai tried to smooth things over: "Yeah, what are you guys doing?"
Xu Zezhan looked at Liang Muchuan and lowered his voice, saying, "We brothers have watched him grow up. You know how much he loves Song Qingyou. He finally got his wish and can be with her. So don't cause trouble, unless you don't want this brother anymore."
Liang Muchuan remained silent with a cold expression.
He did have feelings for Song Qingyou and harbored some ulterior motives, but his appreciation was the majority, and he never intended to do anything further.
He just couldn't stand Fu Wenzhou's attitude that Song Qingyou was his possession, as if everything in the world had to be his if he wanted it.
He had only glanced at Song Qingyou a couple of times at the dinner party, and she punched him right away. He didn't think much of it at the time, but when he got home, he found that he was missing half a tooth and ended up spending tens of thousands of yuan to get it replaced.
Liang Muchuan was simply furious at the thought of it and had to make Fu Wenzhou suffer.
But Xu Zezhan was right. Fu Wenzhou treated Song Qingyou like his life, and he ended up with such a love-struck brother who was also seriously obsessed with love. What could he do?
He had no choice but to swallow his anger.
After consoling himself for a moment, Liang Muchuan sat back down in his chair and coldly uttered two words: "Deal the cards."
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, sat down opposite him, and kicked Gu Bai: "Are you still playing or not?"
Gu Bai said with a grin, "Let's play."
Xu Zezhan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was over.
"Hey, do you think Liang Muchuan likes you?" Yan Miao had been observing for a while before leaning over and whispering in Song Qingyou's ear.
Song Qingyou picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "No, you're overthinking it."
"Really?" Yan Miao touched her nose, then looked back at Liang Muchuan. He was drawing cards and, probably noticing her gaze, raised his eyes and made a throat-slitting gesture at Yan Miao.
Yan Miao: "...Looks like I was overthinking it."
Song Qingyou put down her teacup, wiped her lips, and gave a casual reply.
Yan Miao propped her chin up and stared at Song Qingyou's profile. Back in college, she and Song Qingyou were in the same class. Yan Miao still remembered seeing Song Qingyou get out of the car on the day of registration. It was a fleeting glimpse, but she couldn't forget her.
Yan Miao felt several times that she almost got turned gay.
Because Song Qingyou was so beautiful, almost otherworldly. Back then, Song Qingyou was slightly plumper than she is now, not as thin, and her health wasn't as poor. She looked much more energetic and radiant than she does now.
If she doesn't smile now, she gives the impression of a snow lotus on an iceberg—beautiful from afar but untouchable.
How should I put it?
If Yan Miao had to find an adjective to describe herself, it would be "a sense of distance."
Even though she had been friends with Song Qingyou for several years, when they met again after a long time, she still felt a sense of distance from her, making normal people hesitant to get too close.
However, Yan Miao is not a normal person. Although she was scared, she still gave Song Qingyou a big hug to show her friendliness.
Because Yan Miao knew that Song Qingyou would need such a hug.
She stared blankly at Song Qingyou's face, not even noticing that Fu had called her name twice. It wasn't until the third time that Yan Miao finally exclaimed, "Ah!"
Song Qingyou chuckled: "What are you daydreaming about?"
Yan Miao reached out, peeled a lychee, and handed it to Song Qingyou naturally: "Do you think we can get through this year peacefully?"
"Why not?" Song Qingyou smiled as she accepted the lychee and swapped the snacks that Yan Miao liked with hers.
Yan Miao said mysteriously, "The news that you went to the Song family tonight and ruthlessly sent the whole family to the police station has already spread. Otherwise, why do you think Gu Bai and my brother would have come?"
Song Qingyou glanced at Yan Shaoqin, who was sitting on the sofa engrossed in playing on his phone, seemingly casually. Fu Wenzhou and the others were playing cards, but he didn't seem inclined to join in. Instead, he sat to the side and started playing on his phone.
She pointed at Yan Shaoqin: "Why isn't your brother going out to play?"
Yan Miao said, "He always loses when he gambles. Every time he loses money to your family. My grandfather and Fu Wenzhou's grandfather didn't like each other, and the older generation had a grudge against each other. After the old man heard that my brother lost money every time, especially to Fu's great-grandson, he strictly forbade him from playing cards during the New Year."
"Pfft." Song Qingyou couldn't help but laugh out loud: "So that's how it is."
Yan Miao's expression turned serious: "I'm asking you something important, don't bring up other things."
Seeing that she was quite serious, Song Qingyou couldn't help but chuckle: "Go ahead and ask."
Yan Miao: "By now, the news has probably spread everywhere. People will definitely be gossiping about you, and that's fine with us. We can't control what others say. But what about the Song Group's board of directors? Even though your father and your distant siblings are in jail, they still hold the shares. You deliberately made such a big fuss this time, it can't be just about getting that family in jail, right?"
Song Qingyou stared at Yan Miao with some surprise.
Yan Miao is simple-minded, her mind is full of eating, drinking and having fun, but I didn't expect her to be so insightful when she looks at problems seriously.
She smiled and said, "I plan to take over the Song Group."
"Huh?" Yan Miao was a little confused: "But I heard from my brother that the Song Group's capital chain has been cut off and it won't even survive the first month of the lunar year. If you take over at this time, isn't that just cleaning up a mess? Besides, those old foxes on the board of directors are not easy to deal with."
Song Qingyou said calmly, "That's why I plan to go to Jiangcheng to meet the president of SY."
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