At the dinner table, Song Qingyou stood to the side with her bowl and chopsticks. The whole family sat at the table, father and sons in harmony. The servants cast disdainful glances at her, as if she were just unwanted trash in the family.
Song Qingyou curled her lips into a smile, flicked the fingers holding the bowl upwards, and with a "smash," the delicate porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.
The noise startled everyone at the table. Song Wei seemed to be frightened and exclaimed in surprise.
Song Yuan shouted sternly, "You can't even hold a bowl, what else can you do!"
Song Chen: "You're just here to spoil the fun, aren't you, Song Qingyou?"
Song Shi frowned: "What's going on?"
"Sorry, my hands are a bit unsteady." Song Qingyou smiled. "Xiaoxiao, why don't you clean up?"
Xiaoxiao was suddenly called out, and before she could even withdraw her disdainful gaze, she exclaimed, "What?"
Song Qingyou said calmly, "Are you blind? Can't you see the shards on the ground?"
Xiaoxiao glanced at Li Ruo, who defended her, saying, "If you broke it yourself, you should clean it up yourself. Why should you let someone else clean it up for you?"
Xiaoxiao gave Song Qingyou a smug look and didn't move an inch.
Song Qingyou's eyes turned cold: "A maid, anyone who didn't know better would think she was the Song family's daughter. What, you're going to protect her just because I asked her to clean?"
Li Ruo was speechless after being rebuked, and glared at Song Qingyou resentfully.
Song Yuan was impatient with such a trivial matter and said coldly, "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear Miss tell you to clean it up?"
Xiaoxiao bit her lip and walked over, squatting down to pick up the broken pieces.
Song Qingyou looked down at her, gently lifted her right leg, and then lightly rolled it over Xiaoxiao's hand.
"ah!"
Xiaoxiao pressed her hand on the shards, drawing blood, and screamed in pain.
Song Qingyou withdrew her foot and bent down apologetically to help the person up: "Sorry, my foot slipped."
Xiaoxiao was about to hate Song Qingyou to death. She cried, "You did it on purpose!"
Song Qingyou did it on purpose, but she controlled her strength and didn't actually hurt Xiaoxiao.
Even the worst servant is just a bully who takes advantage of his master's power.
The other servants rushed over to clean up the broken pieces on the ground and pulled Xiaoxiao away to treat the wounds on her hands.
Song Chen raised an eyebrow lightly. His sister was nothing like the weak and helpless person the outside world described.
She's clearly a rose covered in thorns, eager to prick everyone until they bleed.
Song Wei's eyes darkened. She had been gone for too long. Five years. Song Qingyou had transformed from a weak and easily bullied person into someone who held grudges and sought revenge.
But so what?
She could cut her long hair when she was a child, and she can still do it now.
She's just a good-for-nothing with one foot in the grave. What makes her think she can compete with her for the position of the Song family's daughter?
These people each had their own ulterior motives, but they all shared the same goal: they couldn't wait for Song Qingyou to die.
Only when she dies can they have a legitimate claim.
How could Song Qingyou not know what they were thinking? In the turbulent Song family, these parasites had been loitering for so long that they really thought they were the masters.
She slightly curved her lips, almost wanting to laugh.
But this time she held back.
After the meal, Song Yuan called her to his study.
"Withdraw investment from Shiyu Venture Capital," Song Yuan said bluntly.
Song Qingyou was standing far away, and her voice sounded a little unsteady: "Why? There has to be a reason for me to withdraw my investment."
Song Yuan said coldly, "If you are still a member of the Song family, then withdraw your investment from me. Otherwise, tomorrow I will announce to the outside world that we are severing our father-daughter relationship. From now on, I, Song Yuan, will not have an unfilial daughter like you, and you can forget about ever stepping into the Song family again."
Song Yuan now loathes his daughter even more than before. With Yan Shaoqin blocking the way for Shiyu Venture Capital, he has nowhere to start. After thinking it over, it's easier to get Song Qingyou to withdraw her investment.
If it weren't for this incident, he wouldn't have invited her back for this family dinner at all.
Song Qingyou smiled gently, the smile lingering in her eyes: "Dad, what are you worried about?"
A seemingly casual remark jolted Song Yuan into a frenzy, anger gradually rising in his eyes: "What nonsense are you spouting?!"
"If you're worried that Shi Yu poses a threat to the Song family, you can rest assured. Shi Yu is just a small company; it's like an ant trying to shake a tree—it poses no threat whatsoever. I don't know why you have such concerns, it's because—"
Song Qingyou looked up at Song Yuan, her eyes devoid of any warmth: "The Song family name is Song, but yours is Luo?"
Song Yuan's expression crumbled, his eyes turning sinister and terrifying. At this moment, Song Qingyou's face overlapped with the face in his memory. He took a step back, but quickly realized that she was not Song Ning, and immediately flew into a rage: "Song Qingyou!"
Song Qingyou raised her face: "Dad, am I wrong? Over the years, it must have been hard for your children, who changed their names one by one, following you to change their surname from Luo to Song. But Dad, don't forget, a mouse in a shell is still a mouse."
Song Yuan's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were about to bulge. He suddenly smiled deeply, "It seems that I, as your father, have not established your authority for too long, making you think that you can stand in front of me as an equal and act presumptuously."
Song Qingyou's eyes remained calm. "Are you planning to lock me up and beat me up like you did when we were kids?"
Song Yuan pulled out her belt from her waist, deliberately slowing down her movements, because only in such a narrow space could she recall her past fears.
Song Qingyou's fingers trembled slightly as she clenched them tightly, refusing to show any weakness in front of Song Yuan: "Song Yuan, after all these years, do you feel even a trace of guilt towards my mother?"
Song Yuan laughed angrily and sneered, "Song Ning? She's nothing but a stepping stone for me to climb to a high position. She's just a woman. Once I become the president of the Song Group, I can have whatever I want. She actually thinks I can be faithful. If your mother had listened to me and swindled that old man's assets, maybe I could have kept up the act for a couple more years. Unfortunately, she's just like you, a good-for-nothing who won't listen to advice."
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