The Maybach and the ambulance passed each other, going in opposite directions.
Fu Wenzhou sat in the car, racking his brains for words. Ruan Yinyin's matter had caused such a big stir today, it would definitely spread throughout the entire Beijing circle, and Youyou would definitely find out then.
Rather than being discovered by her, it's better to confess and be treated leniently; honestly explaining might even get me a get-out-of-jail-free card.
After making up his mind, Fu Wenzhou felt much more at ease. In any case, Youyou would only scold him at most. She couldn't possibly ignore him just because he hurt Ruan Yinyin, could she?
When we returned to Yalin Villa, the villa was brightly lit.
Knowing that Song Qingyou had returned, he felt cheerful and walked straight inside.
When Fu Wenzhou entered the room, Song Qingyou was feeding Zhouzhou. Hearing the noise, she turned around and asked in slight surprise, "Why are you back so early? Wasn't there supposed to be a welcome-back banquet?"
Fu Wenzhou took off his coat. He had just come back from outside and was still a bit chilly. He stood at the door waiting for the heater to warm him up before he rushed over and hugged Song Qingyou from behind: "Something bad has happened."
Song Qingyou dragged the large, imposing dog to the sink on the balcony, washed her hands, and then turned to ask him, "Tell me, who did you hit this time?"
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He was speechless for a moment, feeling inexplicably guilty, before finally letting out a muffled groan: "Ruan Yinyin."
"?"
Song Qingyou's eyes widened slightly: "How could you even hit a woman!"
His tone was shocked, but there was no hint of blame.
Fu Wenzhou took the opportunity to pull Song Qingyou by the bottom and walked to the sofa to sit down, placing her on his lap. He said with dissatisfaction, "She always talks badly about you, so what if I hit her?"
Although Song Qingyou was not familiar with Ruan Yinyin, every time they met, Ruan Yinyin always harbored great hostility towards her, and it was not surprising that she would speak ill of her.
So she nodded without much surprise: "Yes, what did she say?"
Fu Wenzhou buried his face in Song Qingyou's neck and took a deep breath of her scent. "Anyway, it was really bad stuff, and I warned her before that if she said it again, I would cut out her tongue. She doesn't learn her lesson, so how can she blame me?"
I don't know who he learned it from, but Fu Wenzhou's last sentence was quite sarcastic: "I was just keeping my word, what did I do wrong?"
Song Qingyou poked Fu Wenzhou's forehead: "So you cut out his tongue?"
Fu Wenzhou exclaimed in surprise, "How could that be! Could I be such an uncouth person!"
Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a real cut, it was fine. If it was just a kick or something, she should be able to apologize to the Ruan family later without making a big fuss.
However, before she could even catch her breath, Fu Wenzhou spoke up again.
"I just shoved a bottle into her mouth and broke a few of her teeth."
"..."
Song Qingyou's eyelids twitched. She stood up from him and slapped him on the head: "Shi Yu just finished discussing a few new projects with the Ruan family, and you knocked out Ruan Yinyin's teeth. Are you trying to get yourself killed, Fu Wenzhou!"
Fu Wenzhou felt wronged, but dared not refute it. He cautiously tugged at Song Qingyou's sleeve: "Youyou, don't worry about this. Why are you so concerned about that small company that Yan Shaoqin is cooperating with? If all else fails, Fu's Group can cooperate with you."
Anyway, he doesn't mind going out of his way to give money to his daughter Youyou.
Song Qingyou glared at him, annoyed: "Besides losing a few teeth, you still have some."
Fu Wenzhou recalled: "Uh... my mouth seems to be cracked too, probably to the point of disfigurement."
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, trying to appear calm: "Okay. Go cook, I'm hungry."
"Okay." Fu Wenzhou obediently got up and went to the kitchen, but couldn't help turning back at the door: "Youyou, are you angry?"
"No," Song Qingyou said emotionlessly.
Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and said, "She deserved to be taught a lesson..."
Song Qingyou glanced at him, and Fu Wenzhou immediately shut his mouth, hurriedly closing the kitchen door, afraid of being scolded again.
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples and made a phone call to Fu Bei.
"Find out which hospital Ruan Yinyin is staying at, and keep the news of her hospitalization a secret. It must not be spread."
Fu Bei paused for a moment and said, "Young Master Fu has already asked Fu Nan to handle the aftermath. This matter will not be exposed for the time being, but it is not clear what the Ruan family will do."
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and felt a strange sense of pride that her child had grown up.
They even know how to clean up the mess.
There has been some improvement.
She cleared her throat and said, "Help me prepare some gifts and send them to the Ruan family, saying that you want to apologize to Old Madam Ruan."
Fu Bei said, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou frowned.
Falling out with the Ruan family and losing the project is a minor issue; the real fear is that the Ruan family will hold Fu Wenzhou accountable for intentional injury.
In addition, there's Madam Ruan...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of her cell phone.
Song Qingyou immediately had a bad feeling. She looked down and saw that it was indeed Old Madam Ruan calling.
She slowly answered the phone: "Grandma Ruan, you..."
"Don't call me Grandma Ruan! Song Qingyou, haven't I treated you well? I was the one who introduced those Ruan family projects to Shi Yu through you. I treat you like my own granddaughter, and this is how you repay me?"
"Ruan..." Song Qingyou was interrupted by Old Madam Ruan as soon as she spoke.
Madam Ruan sounded extremely angry: "Fu Wenzhou injured Yin Yin like this. My Yin Yin cares most about her pretty face. Now the doctor says that even if she recovers, she will have a cleft lip. What is she supposed to do in the future? You must give me an explanation for this, or don't blame me for not showing any mercy!"
"I'm sorry, Madam Ruan," Song Qingyou said in a low voice. "No one wanted to see something like this happen, but so many people were watching in the private room at the time. My son Wenzhou is indeed young and impetuous, but it was your granddaughter who started it. So we can't blame him entirely. But don't worry, we will give you every penny of the compensation you are owed, and we will also take care of Miss Ruan's subsequent treatment."
"Does the Ruan family look like it's short of money?!" Old Madam Ruan was furious. "You hurt someone, and now you're blaming my Yinyin! Song Qingyou, the Ruan family is not finished with you!"
Song Qingyou stared at the disconnected phone, remaining silent.
Fu Wenzhou came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles, squatted down in front of Song Qingyou, picked up a piece with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to Song Qingyou: "Youyou, eat your noodles."
Song Qingyou glanced at him, her lips slightly parted.
The noodles were very chewy; they were made by Fu Wenzhou himself on the spot.
Song Qingyou prefers noodles that are a bit chewy, so Fu Wenzhou always makes the noodles himself.
After Fu Wenzhou fed her a bite, he waited for her to swallow and then fed her another bite.
"How do you plan to handle this?" Song Qingyou suddenly asked.
She was quite interested to hear what Fu Wenzhou thought.
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