A swarm of cameras converged on them, revealing a dense crowd of people with mocking, disapproving, and judgmental expressions. A nephew snatching a woman from his uncle was considered a scandal in a wealthy family.
It's explosive no matter where you put it.
The group of reporters kept pushing forward, afraid of missing tomorrow's front-page headlines. They surrounded Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou, bombarding them with questions one after another, giving them no chance to breathe.
Song Qingyou was stunned, a look of astonishment flashing in her eyes. She didn't understand why there were suddenly so many reporters blocking the way, each holding a microphone and looking like they wanted to eat her alive.
Fu Wenzhou stood in front of Song Qingyou, blocking most of her body. His face was frighteningly cold, and his voice was icy. "If any media dares to leak a single photo, I don't mind making it disappear from Beijing forever."
One sentence silenced the reporters who had been in a chaotic frenzy, eagerly anticipating a good show. Their pupils dilated, and they dared not utter a sound.
This is a threat.
But it clearly worked.
Everyone slowly put away their microphones, and those sharp and sarcastic words suddenly disappeared.
Fu Wenzhou, with his arm around Song Qingyou's waist, walked brazenly through the crowd.
The group of reporters were intimidated by the man's aura and made way for him.
Liang Muchuan glanced at the two figures that were gradually disappearing into the distance, then looked around at the reporters and said indifferently, "You should have been taught what to say and what not to say, right?"
Everyone swallowed hard and could only nod.
Faced with absolute power, they had no choice but to submit.
The sky outside the window was gray, with clouds swirling around it and hanging low, much like the atmosphere inside the car.
Song Qingyou sat by the window, gazing out the window, her expression unreadable.
Fu Wenzhou stared at her profile, wanting to speak several times, but he swallowed his words back.
No one knows how scared he is right now.
He was afraid that she would abandon him again because of these rumors.
From the very beginning, she didn't want to be with him because of her status. It was he who forcibly dragged her down from her pedestal to the human world, relentlessly pursuing and coercing her, which led to their complicated and tangled relationship.
But now, this facade of peace has been torn apart.
Fu Wenzhou was very clear that even if today's events did not have any consequences, they would definitely leave a warning in Song Qingyou's mind.
So the more silent she was, the more uncertain Fu Wenzhou felt.
The air inside the car seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Song Chang glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, not daring to breathe.
Song Qingyou was someone he had watched grow up since she was a child. Song Chang understood Song Qingyou's personality best. Her only goal in life was to take over the Song Corporation from Song Yuan and avenge her mother and grandfather.
As long as she is with Fu Wenzhou, things like this will continue to happen in the future. If it happens too often, it will eventually be exposed.
Public opinion can crush a person. No one cares who you like, what kind of life you lead in the Fu family, or how many times your husband has cheated on you. The outside world will only think that Song Qingyou married her uncle and had an affair with her nephew.
An illicit affair.
The consequence was that she and Fu Wenzhou were ridiculed wherever they went, called vixens, and accused of seducing the uncle and nephew.
As for the Song family, those old foxes will use this as an excuse to pressure her with public opinion, making her unstable in her position as a director of the Song family and subjecting her to criticism from the outside world.
Song Chang sighed and accelerated.
The car stopped at Wutong Apartment, and Fu Wenzhou followed behind Song Qingyou with a brooding look in his eyes.
"Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home."
A crisp mechanical sound rang out, and Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed.
The door was pushed open.
Fu Wenzhou clenched his fists slightly. On the day they left, he was still sitting in that rattan chair holding her. Why was everything different after they came back?
He took a deep breath, trying his best to control his anger.
if……
It doesn't matter if Song Qingyou doesn't want him anymore.
He had long ago prepared an island for her, where no one would disturb them, only him and his Youyou.
Song Qingyou changed out of her heavy white down jacket and into a casual cashmere coat, then turned around and asked in confusion, "Why are you so quiet today? Are you possessed?"
Fu Wenzhou's mind raced with a thousand ideas about kidnapping her, and he was considering which one would be the most effective and convenient when he was suddenly interrupted by this light, airy voice. He was stunned for several seconds: "What possession?"
Song Qingyou: "What are you thinking?"
Fu Wenzhou felt inexplicably guilty, but maintained a calm demeanor: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about whether we should have braised pork ribs or sweet and sour pork ribs for dinner."
Song Qingyou thought for a moment: "Let's eat fish."
"I'll drive to buy them." Fu Wenzhou started putting on his shoes.
Song Qingyou nodded: "I still want to eat the desserts on East Third Road."
Fu Wenzhou said, "That restaurant always has long queues, so I might get home a little later."
Song Qingyou: "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something but then hesitated, and finally turned and closed the door without saying anything.
The moment the door closed, Song Qingyou's expression turned cold.
She glanced at the clock on the wall; three and a half hours had passed.
That's enough.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes and dialed a number.
"Hello, is this Prison Number 12?"
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