Chapter 188 What a coincidence!
They secretly purchased contraband and even delivered the evidence directly to the Sheng family's living room!
After the initial shock, Sheng Zhengfeng's emotions quickly turned to anger. He abruptly looked up and blurted out to Sheng Tingzhou, "Isn't it all because of you, you troublesome good-for-nothing son! If you had obediently agreed to that arranged marriage and followed the path we laid out for you, would Xiaoyun have forced herself to this point? She did all this not entirely for you!"
Song Zhiwei stood to the side, having been listening quietly, but now it was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on her head, and she froze.
She widened her eyes slightly, looking at Sheng Zhengfeng in disbelief, her heart filled with turmoil.
She really didn't expect that the dignified head of the Sheng family could have such a strange way of thinking—it was clearly Chen Yun who overstepped the line and made a mistake, so how did it become Sheng Tingzhou's fault in his mouth?
And they even said it so confidently?
Upon hearing this, Sheng Tingzhou's lips curled up again, but there was no smile in them; instead, they appeared even colder.
He sneered, his eyes piercing Sheng Zhengfeng like knives: "Why do you say Chen Yun is your biological daughter? Am I some bastard you picked up at the door back then? You're protecting her so diligently, I'm almost moved to tears."
Sheng Zhengfeng's face darkened instantly, his breath hitched, and his temples throbbed with anger.
He coughed twice, suppressing his anger, and glared at his father, shouting, "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm scolding you because you were in the wrong first! Bringing another woman home in front of so many outsiders, and even letting her sit in the main seat, is an insult to my father! Is this filial piety or provocation?"
Sheng Tingzhou remained unmoved, instead scoffing and saying in an even more mocking tone, "Oh? Since you like Chen Yun so much, why don't you just marry her? You dote on her so much, you probably wouldn't mind having another daughter-in-law."
Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed Song Zhiwei's wrist, the force not strong but extremely firm.
He pulled her to her feet, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Enraged by this, Sheng Zhengfeng roared behind him, "You bastard! Stop right there! You two break up right now! I will never acknowledge this relationship! Do you hear me! I won't admit to a single word!"
Sheng Tingzhou suddenly stopped, but did not turn around.
He slowly turned around, his gaze like an icy blade shooting towards Sheng Zhengfeng. His voice was low and cold, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "You don't agree? Fine. Then go and divorce my mother now, find a new wife, and have another son. Once I have a new father, I won't need your approval anymore."
After saying that, he didn't look at her again. He took Song Zhiwei's hand and strode out of the living room without looking back. His back was straight and resolute, as if he had cut off all ties.
Sheng Zhengfeng was so angry that he trembled all over. His face turned red, then turned ashen, and finally dark purple. His features were twisted together, and veins bulged on his forehead. He pointed in the direction of the door and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Qiao Yuru, standing to the side, remained calm and didn't even lift her eyelids.
She held her teacup, took a slow sip, and moved with the elegance of someone watching a meticulously crafted play, as if the storm before her had nothing to do with her.
Sheng Zhengfeng finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed back onto the sofa, his chest heaving violently.
He turned his head and roared at Qiao Yuru, "Look at the good son you raised! He's always causing trouble, doesn't he care about this family? Does he even care about me as his father?!"
Qiao Yuru put down her teacup, still not turning around, her voice calm to the point of indifference: "Not satisfied? Then get a divorce. Go find another wife, have another obedient son, and that's it, isn't it? Why are you yelling at me here?"
"you--!"
Sheng Zhengfeng felt a lump in his throat, his face turned from purple to white, and he almost jumped up on the spot.
He wanted to continue arguing and retort, but Qiao Yuru had already calmly stood up, straightened her skirt, and left the living room without looking back, leaving him sitting there alone, gritting his teeth, with nowhere to vent his anger.
Inside the car, Sheng Tingzhou gently ruffled Song Zhiwei's hair, as if afraid of hurting her.
His fingers ran through her soft hair, his fingertips carrying a hint of warmth, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, I made you suffer."
His voice was low, yet it carried an undisguised sense of guilt and heartache.
Song Zhiwei smiled gently, shook her head, and said in a calm but firm tone, "There's nothing to be aggrieved about. I had already guessed that your father wouldn't agree."
She gazed at the city lights flashing past the window, the interplay of neon and shadow reflected in her eyes, yet she appeared remarkably calm.
After all, she had already made ample preparations in her mind before coming to this birthday party with him.
She knew perfectly well that the road ahead would not be smooth.
Since you've chosen to be with him, you have to face the cold stares, ridicule, doubts, and even the estrangement and obstacles between your family and friends.
She had to bear all those harsh words, those cold looks, and all the obstacles in her way.
Sheng Tingzhou sensed her calmness and strength, and felt even more pity for her.
He gently pressed her head against his shoulder to make her more comfortable, then asked with a soft laugh, "What do you want to eat tonight? Are you hungry?"
Song Zhiwei did feel her stomach rumbling. She looked up at him, her eyes clear, with a playful smile: "Want some Hunan food? Something spicy, to warm your stomach."
In less than ten minutes, the car slowly came to a stop in front of a Hunan restaurant with an antique-style decor.
With its blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and two red lanterns hanging at the entrance, swaying gently in the night breeze, the place exudes a sense of everyday life and bustling city life.
As the two entered, they were greeted by the rich aroma of chili peppers and the fragrance of hot oil stir-frying.
The waiter greeted them respectfully, led them through the slightly crowded lobby, and finally seated them by the window.
Outside the window is a bustling street scene, inside is warm lighting, the two sit side by side, the atmosphere is peaceful and natural.
The menu was handed to her, and Song Zhiwei looked down and carefully flipped through it, her fingertips lightly touching several signature dishes before finally choosing a few of her favorites.
After ordering, she looked up at Sheng Tingzhou and asked softly, "Is this okay? Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
Seeing that he shook his head slightly, she handed the menu back to the waiter.
Just then, a gentle and familiar male voice suddenly came from the side: "Miss Song? What a coincidence, what a coincidence to run into you here?"
Song Zhiwei looked up at the sound and her gaze fell on a man wearing a long gray overcoat—it was Liang Yuwei.
He stood upright, his expression calm, his eyes still carrying the composure and calmness unique to doctors.
Standing next to him was a woman in a bright red coat, with exquisite makeup and vibrant lipstick. She was intimately holding his arm, and the two were standing very close, almost touching.
"Dr. Liang?"
Song Zhiwei was slightly taken aback, then nodded and replied calmly, "It is quite a coincidence."
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