The two of them, one sitting and one standing, seemed to automatically shut out the outside world.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes to look at Fu Wenzhou's hand.
Those hands were extremely beautiful, with long, slender fingers, large palms, and a slender, elegant shape.
But now his palm is covered in bloodstains.
Song Qingyou frowned, her face as cold as ice. "How did you get this?"
Fu Wenzhou looked up; his pupils were deep, like an endless crescent moon, capable of drawing people into a deep vortex with just one glance.
Song Qingyou has indulged him time and time again over the past three years because of those eyes.
The man's voice was deep and hoarse. "The cup broke by itself."
Song Qingyou: "?"
Stray hairs clung to her face, making her skin appear even whiter, and a layer of doubt floated in her starry eyes.
Gu Bai kindly explained (sarcastically): "He just saw you hugging James, and he went crazy. What else could it be?"
Xu Zezhan pulled Gu Bai over: "Would it kill you to talk less?"
Gu Bai: "Damn it! What the hell did I do now?"
Xu Zezhan was utterly amazed by his brainless brother. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Song Qingyou doesn't like being controlled. Can't you see that? What's the use of you saying it?"
Gu Bai: "...Then I can't let Fu Wenzhou suffer this injury for nothing."
Xu Zezhan smirked: "It's a matter of one willing to give and the other willing to receive. Fu Wenzhou is happy to have an ancestor to worship, why do you care so much? Alright, hurry up and leave, do you think you're not getting enough radiance by standing here?"
Gu Bai: "..."
He was roughly dragged away by Xu Zezhan, and he touched his nose with a bit of grievance. Xu Zezhan glanced down at him and reached out to rub the back of his head.
After the two left, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
"Explain yourself." Song Qingyou looked down at him, her expression cool and aloof.
Fu Wenzhou's gaze swept over Song Qingyou inch by inch, and he slowly said, "It's just like Gu Bai said. I don't like you being with other men, and I especially don't like you having physical contact with other men. If someone even glances at you, I want to gouge their eyes out."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened; he had really wanted to chop off the hands James had used to touch her.
Song Qingyou looked at him without saying anything.
Fu Wenzhou's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile: "Youyou, are you unhappy?"
Song Qingyou looked down at him, reached out and lifted his chin, making him look at her: "Let's go home first and treat the wound."
Fu Wenzhou was seething with anger, his eyes filled with malice, but when Song Qingyou turned to leave, he still stood up and obediently followed behind her.
Those who witnessed it were deeply moved.
The youngest daughter of the Song family beat the only daughter of the Ruan family. The two families were not much different in status, but the only difference was that Ruan Yinyin of the Ruan family was a pampered young lady who grew up in luxury, while Song Qingyou was just an unfavored youngest daughter who had recently been publicly severed ties with Song Yuan.
But the Fu family, this unruly mad dog that runs rampant in the capital, is willing to be her subservient servant. Just now, the scene made her family status crystal clear.
If this frail, sickly beauty had a mad dog backing her up, I'm afraid Ruan Yinyin would have suffered those two slaps for nothing.
Someone in the crowd sneered, "Song Qingyou left Fu Tingshen and found herself a big tree to lean on. Tsk, she's really lucky."
"Good fortune? You mean good looks, haha."
"Exactly, a woman who can seduce both her uncle and nephew must be pretty good in bed. It's a pity we won't get to taste her."
In the center of the crowd, those people laughed and mocked without restraint.
Not far away, the man lowered his head slightly, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow of the cigarette inconspicuous in the darkness, half of his face hidden in the shadows.
Standing next to him was a man about his height, who spoke in a flippant tone: "Shaoqin, what do you think Fu Wenzhou is after? For a woman, he turned against the Fu family and earned a reputation for immorality. No one dares to say anything to his face, but in private, countless people in the circle talk about him and Song Qingyou as gossip."
Yan Shaoqin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Yan Chen, Gu Xu, Fu Liang, Chu Jiang's circle, or your circle, Chen Lie's circle?"
He glanced sideways, patted Chen Lie on the shoulder, and said in a detached and contemptuous tone, "Friend, there are boundaries between circles. Watch your mouth in the future, after all, trouble comes from the mouth."
The seemingly casual warning shocked and terrified Chen Lie.
Yan Shaoqin's meaning was clear: these families had already included Song Qingyou in their circle. Everyone in the capital knew the power and status of these nine families, and the nine families checked and balanced each other, being both competitors and old friends.
Nine families united could shake half the sky of the capital.
Now Song Qingyou is actually...
What does this mean? It means that offending Song Qingyou from now on is tantamount to offending the other eight families.
Chen Lie didn't dare to say another word. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. He was extremely regretful for his arrogance. Fu Wenzhou was crazy enough. They only dared to talk about him behind his back. Now that eight out of the nine families were on Song Qingyou's side, who would dare to gossip about her?
Chen Lie apologized repeatedly with a mournful face.
Yan Shaoqin scoffed coldly and left with disdain in his eyes.
The wind was cold and bleak outside. Song Qingyou originally came here to see if she could discuss some cooperation, but instead of discussing cooperation, she brought back a large dog that would hurt itself at the drop of a hat.
Sitting in the car, she didn't bother to say a word.
Fu Wenzhou sat in the passenger seat, holding the cat. He was still angry, but when Song Qingyou stopped talking, he felt uneasy again.
Time passed by, and Fu Wenzhou's anger had completely subsided. His mental state had undergone an extreme transformation, from his wife avoiding their relationship and being intimate with other men, to his wife publicly defending him and feeling sorry for him when he was hurt, and wondering if he had made a mistake.
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