After delivering the gift, Gu Bai grabbed Fu Wenzhou and ran off. Old Madam Ruan was keen on getting involved in other people's life-long affairs, and everyone who received her 'concern' felt their scalp tingling. He dared not linger.
Fu Wenzhou was furious that Song Qingyou didn't cherish his feelings. After being pulled away by Gu Bai, he found a place to sit down and drink alone, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Because of the unpleasant ending that day, Song Qingyou could ignore Fu Wenzhou, but she chuckled to herself when she caught a glimpse of his gloomy expression out of the corner of her eye.
I wonder who has upset him again.
She has a really bad temper.
The old lady liked Song Qingyou, so she pulled her aside and talked to her for a while.
This is exactly what Song Qingyou intended, but it must be done step by step, and interests should not be involved right away.
Just get on the good side with Madam Ruan first.
She had made a point of learning about the old lady's preferences, and since they both admired Master Lin Qingshan, they got along very well and the old lady liked him more and more.
"Fu Tingshen is blind. He can't afford to leave someone like you and choose a woman from a poor family who looks calculating. It's his loss to divorce you."
Song Qingyou smiled with her lips pursed, without saying a word.
As the birthday girl, the old lady was very busy. Song Qingyou was also very tactful and appropriately gained the old lady's favor. She then cleverly used the excuse of visiting a friend to leave the old lady's side.
She had been talking with the old lady for a long time, suppressing the tickling sensation in her throat. Now that she had relaxed, the urge to cough, which she couldn't control, surged up like a tidal wave.
Song Qingyou covered her mouth, and instantly tasted blood in her throat.
She hurried to the restroom, and when she opened her hand, there was already blood on her palm.
Leaning against the washbasin, she coughed until she was almost hoarse. Her originally pale face turned red from coughing, and a drop of blood at the corner of her mouth looked as red as cinnabar.
There were other people in the restroom, and she subconsciously avoided their stares, not wanting anyone to see her in such a disheveled state.
Once everyone was alone, she finally coughed up a mouthful of blood, and immediately felt much lighter and more comfortable.
However, her face in the mirror looked increasingly pale, and fine blue veins could be vaguely seen under her thin skin.
After tidying herself up, she felt a bit exhausted and decided to leave. Just as she came out of the restroom, she ran into Fu Tingshen in the wide corridor.
She frowned slightly and brushed past the other person as if she hadn't seen them at all.
The next second, her arm suddenly tightened, and she let out a soft gasp as Fu Tingshen abruptly pulled her back.
Her back slammed against the cold wall with a thud, causing her to groan. Anger surged within her, but she suppressed her emotions and said, "Fu Tingshen, what are you doing?"
Fu Tingshen sneered, "You hide when you see me? What, are you feeling guilty?"
Song Qingyou pulled her hand away from his, rubbed her arm which was sore from being pulled, and said, suppressing her anger, "I don't know what you're talking about, it's boring."
She was about to leave after she finished speaking, not intending to get entangled with Fu Tingshen.
Her cold attitude infuriated Fu Tingshen. Ignoring the other people passing by, he said sarcastically, "You just divorced me and you've already hooked up with Fu Wenzhou. I bet you've been having an affair for a while now."
Song Qingyou paused.
People were already watching them. Song Qingyou had just won over Old Madam Ruan and didn't want to cause any trouble or make a fool of herself on her big day, so she decided to put up with him for the time being.
However, seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Tingshen not only didn't give up, but instead went further, saying, "Fu Wenzhou is indeed a mad dog. Dogs only pick up what others don't want."
"He's really not picky about people like you. He's so desperate for a partner."
Song Qingyou couldn't stand hearing people talk about Fu Wenzhou, especially in such an unpleasant way. She brushed the stray hairs behind her ears, her gentle and graceful appearance exuding an indescribable charm.
She looked at Fu Tingshen, not angry at all, and smiled lightly, "What, so eager to get angry? Do you regret divorcing me?"
"Regret? Don't you even know if you're worthy of me!" Upon hearing this, Fu Tingshen was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice unusually agitated: "I haven't slept with you all these years because I didn't like you. Just seeing your sickly, pretentious look makes me sick!"
"Huh?" Song Qingyou covered her mouth slightly, looking somewhat surprised. "Isn't it because you're impotent?"
Fu Tingshen suddenly stopped.
He never expected that Song Qingyou had become so sharp-tongued; her single "no" almost drove him crazy.
He roared, "Song Qingyou! Who are you calling incompetent?!"
"You even need my help to get your own woman pregnant." Song Qingyou remained composed. "President Fu, this is hardly something to be proud of. You'd better keep your voice down, otherwise it would be really embarrassing if word got out that you're impotent."
Fu Tingshen looked around and saw that a lot of people had already gathered in the long corridor, all of them listening intently to the gossip.
His face turned pale and then red, looking quite unpleasant. He was furious and wanted to teach Song Qingyou, that ungrateful woman, a lesson, but he found that she had already disappeared.
Lin Niaoniao wasn't often brought out by Fu Tingshen. Even though she tried hard to blend into the banquet atmosphere, others treated her as Fu Tingshen's wife politely, but they were all quite distant.
No matter how nice their smiles were, they couldn't hide the contempt in their eyes.
Lin Niaoniao was born into a family with a bad reputation, and she was already very concerned about it. After going around in circles, she was met with cold faces and disdainful looks. She was sitting in a chair, sulking, and sending a message to Fu Tingshen when the latter appeared beside her.
He plopped down, took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray, and drank it all in one gulp.
Lin Niaoniao clung to his shoulder like she had no bones, complaining that she had been neglected. Fu Tingshen found it annoying.
"If you're not used to it, then don't come again."
Lin Niaoniao froze, her eyes brimming with tears: "Ting Shen... even you despise me?"
"Don't overthink it." Fu Tingshen had a headache and suppressed his emotions, saying, "What I mean is, you're pregnant now, don't let your emotions control you. If you're unhappy in this environment, we won't come again. You and the baby in your belly are the most important."
Lin Niaoniao said with tears in her eyes, "Baby, baby, you only have eyes for me, you don't care about anyone else at all. I was looking for you everywhere just now, where did you go?"
“It’s still that Song Qingyou…” Fu Tingshen stopped halfway through his sentence, gritting his teeth inwardly, his irritation visibly obvious: “Let’s not talk about this anymore. Since you’re bored, let’s go back.”
As he spoke, he stood up. Lin Niaoniao looked at his tall and straight back and finally came back to her senses.
What did he just say?
Is he with Song Qingyou?
Lin Niaoniao felt a strong sense of crisis. Could it be that Song Qingyou regretted the divorce and was now trying to harass Fu Tingshen again?
A dark glint and ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. She had finally managed to keep Fu Tingshen by her side, and with the help of the child in her womb, she had achieved her goal. She would never allow anyone to take away everything she had now!
Her face contorted for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and hurried after him, calling out, "Ting Shen, wait for me..."
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