Ruan Yinyin suddenly froze: "What did you say? Brother, what did you say? Say it again!"
Ruan Mingchen stopped talking, adjusted the direction of his wheelchair, and went out.
"You're sending me to a sanatorium? You're abandoning me?! How dare you! Why are you all biased towards Ruan Zhi?! Are you afraid I'll take a share of your assets, Ruan Mingchen?!"
Ruan Yinyin rushed forward frantically, but before she could even take a step, she was stopped by someone.
Ruan Mingchen paused in pushing the wheelchair, his back to Ruan Yinyin: "You should grow up now, Ruan Yinyin."
After saying that, he left without any hesitation.
Ruan Yinyin's shrill scream came from behind, but Ruan Mingchen seemed not to hear it and walked away.
Uncle Ding, standing nearby, pressed on, "If the master and madam find out what you're doing, won't they...?"
Ruan Mingchen's expression was cold: "If we don't send her out to suffer now, she'll never grow up. I'll talk to her grandparents."
Uncle Ding sighed, "Young Master, the Old Madam only asked that master to save the young master this time, but she didn't mention your leg at all..."
Ruan Mingchen clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with malice. After a long while, he slowly relaxed them, his expression cold: "My leg was never going to heal anyway."
"But young master..."
"Go back inside," Ruan Mingchen coldly interrupted Ding Bo.
Ding Bo ultimately couldn't bring himself to say those words. He sighed and pushed Ruan Mingchen back into the room.
The twilight still lingered, illuminating most of the sky. Ruan Ming sat quietly in his wheelchair, as still as a statue, devoid of any human presence. He watched the cars drive away outside the window, his expression unreadable.
The sycamore tree outside the door is lush and leafy. A silver Maserati drove under the tree, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes that dissipated in the wind.
Sitting in the car, Song Qingyou felt a prickling sensation on her back, as if she were being watched by some dark, venomous snake from the abyss, and a chill ran through her.
She glanced out the window instinctively, but the car was going too fast, and she couldn't see anything.
Seeing that she was frowning, Yun Nian couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Song Qingyou shook her head: "It's nothing."
Fu Bei, sitting in front, glanced casually at the back of the car and said, "Madam, be careful of the Ruan family."
"Why do you say that?" Song Qingyou asked, somewhat surprised.
Fu Bei was always taciturn and rarely spoke on his own initiative. He usually did whatever Song Qingyou told him to do.
He rarely took the initiative to offer a reminder, which piqued Song Qingyou's curiosity.
Fu Bei said calmly, "Ruan Mingchen is not a easy person to deal with."
Song Qingyou didn't expect Fu Bei to remind her to be careful of Ruan Mingchen. She and Ruan Mingchen had very few interactions. If he hadn't announced to the public that he wanted to marry her, Song Qingyou probably wouldn't have remembered him at all.
However, Ruan Mingchen was indeed much more difficult to deal with than Ruan Yinyin. Song Qingyou thought for a moment and said, "Well, we probably won't have any dealings with the Ruan family in the future."
Fu Bei nodded.
Yun Nian touched her nose beside her and said, "Why does it feel like the waters of the wealthy families run so deep?"
Fu Bei glanced at him, too lazy to comment.
Song Qingyou coughed a few times, her voice a little hoarse: "It's alright."
Yun Nian stared at Song Qingyou for a few seconds without saying a word.
He couldn't imagine how such a delicate girl could have developed such a sharp mind; she must have endured countless hardships before.
Thinking of the Song family, Yun Nian felt that it wasn't just water that was deep, but the ocean, a vast expanse of water with no bottom, only abyss and no sunlight.
If Fu Wenzhou hadn't pulled her out of that sea, Yun Nian really didn't know how Song Qingyou would have lived her life afterward.
Perhaps once the goal of revenge is achieved, there will be no reason for living.
Yun Nian took out a fruit from her bosom and quietly handed it to Song Qingyou: "This is a honey fruit that grows in the mountains. Try it, it's delicious."
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes, her expression unreadable, and after a long while said, "It's been so long, are you sure it's still edible?"
Yun Nian: "...Surely it's not that bad? I eat it every day, this is the last one."
Yun Nian started to doubt herself after hearing what she said. She held the fruit and examined it carefully for a long time, but didn't dare to take a bite: "Um... Fu Bei, do you want some?"
He eagerly handed the fruit to Fu Bei, leaning forward and craning his neck to ask, "Is it delicious? Would you like to try some?"
Fu Bei didn't even glance at him, and said in a deep voice, "Sit back down."
Yun Nian was somewhat intimidated by Fu Bei. This man was a quiet and reserved person with a strong presence. He was the second person Yun Nian feared besides Fu Wenzhou.
He had no choice but to sit back down. The moment he pulled his hand back, Fu Bei reached out and took the fruit from his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. Yun Nian was so quick that he didn't even have time to react.
Yun Nian chuckled awkwardly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
"It's bad, it's sour." Fu Bei uttered only three words in his evaluation.
Yun Nian patted her chest: "Sister Qingyou, thank goodness we didn't eat it."
Song Qingyou: "..." But we can't let Fu Bei eat it...
The car drove safely to Xunzui.
Song Qingyou had been here once before and only felt that the decoration was luxurious and exuded the smell of money.
During the trial operation, there wasn't such a big commotion. Today, on the official opening day, the first floor was packed with people, all excitedly dancing in the center of the dance floor.
Someone was waiting at the door. Upon seeing Song Qingyou, they immediately stepped forward to greet her: "Miss Song, Mr. Gu instructed me to wait for you here. I'll take you inside."
"Wait a moment." Song Qingyou nodded to the waiter, then turned to greet the two people in the car window: "Take Yun Nian back first, then come pick up Fu Wenzhou and me."
Fu Bei: "Okay."
Yun Nian leaned against the window and pleaded, "Sister Qingyou, I want to go too..."
Song Qingyou coughed twice, covering her lips: "No, you're still a minor and can't go to bars. Fu Bei, drive."
Yun Nian wanted to say something more, but the car had already started, and Fu Bei was driving very fast, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
Song Qingyou followed the waiter upstairs to the second floor.
But unexpectedly, he ran into Xu Qingran at the corner.
She was arguing with the person opposite her, not loudly, but Song Qingyou could hear it from her direction.
"Why are you firing me? Did I do something wrong? Even if you're firing me, you should still pay me the wages I owe for breach of contract. We signed a contract!"
The foreman said impatiently, "You've only worked for a few days and you expect us to pay you a month's salary? Do you think that's possible? Why don't you just rob us? Besides, you're a part-time worker, so we can fire you anytime. I advise you to stop causing trouble here and leave now."
Xu Qingran was unwilling. She had just rushed back from her hometown, and all her household registration documents were gone. Moreover, when she checked at the local police station, she found that the name Song Ning had just been cancelled, meaning she was legally dead.
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