After hanging up the phone, Song Changfeng's complexion was not good.
That unfilial daughter, calling her back felt like he had to beg her.
She was really rebelling.
She really thought that by clinging to Lu Shaodong, her wings had hardened.
Song Yurou soothingly said from the side, "Dad, are you okay? What did sister say?"
"Hmph, that unfilial daughter, how did I give birth to such a wolf-hearted and dog-lunged thing?" Song Changfeng cursed angrily.
Hearing this, a hint of triumph flickered in Song Yurou's eyes. She pretended to speak with distress, "Sister won't come back?"
"Does she dare?"
"That's good. When sister comes back, we'll talk to her properly and clear up the misunderstanding." Song Yurou gently comforted him.
"You're the one who understands. If only your sister was as sensible as you." Song Changfeng patted the back of her hand.
"Dad, don't worry. Sister will understand your good intentions."
After saying this, Song Yurou returned to her room, then called Shen Mozhou, speaking as if casually: "Brother Mozhou, are you free? Do you want to come over for dinner? Sister will be back later."
Shen Mozhou was just worrying about how to see Song Wantang. Upon hearing this news, he immediately replied, "I'm free. I haven't visited Uncle and Auntie in a long time either."
"Okay, then I'll have the kitchen make a few more of your favorite dishes." Song Yurou said sweetly.
Song Yurou hung up the phone, a shadow of gloom flickering in her eyes.
She invited Shen Mozhou to test him, to see if he had truly let go of that bitch Song Wantang.
She also wanted to wake Shen Mozhou up, to make him face reality—that Song Wantang was already Lu Shaodong's wife.
She was no longer someone he could covet.
After Song Wantang broke off the engagement that day, the Shen family hadn't made any statement, and she was very anxious.
Seeing her belly getting bigger, she had to add fuel to the fire.
Of course, she and her mom had also prepared a "surprise" for Song Wantang.
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Song Family Villa
Song Wantang had the driver take her to the Song Family Villa.
The black Maybach stopped at the Song family's gate, understated yet ostentatious.
Song Wantang pushed the door and got out, her eyes calm.
"Madam, I'll wait for you here," the driver said respectfully.
"No need to wait, I'll go back on my own later." Song Wantang finished speaking, turned, and walked inside.
"Mommy, be careful. I think that Song Yurou is definitely up to no good!" Little Dumpling said with a puffed-up face.
Song Wantang chuckled inwardly, "I know."
Them calling her over definitely meant no good.
But she had to face it eventually.
You can escape the first day, but not the fifteenth.
Song Wantang walked into the living room and saw Song Changfeng sitting on the sofa, his expression unpleasant.
Next to him sat Zhou Huiru, holding a teacup, not even lifting her eyelids when she saw her walk in.
It was Song Yurou who immediately stood up, smiling warmly: "Sister is back? Have a seat. I'll have the maid pour you a glass of water."
Song Wantang glanced at her and didn't respond.
Song Yurou's smile froze for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"Where are my things?" Song Wantang said directly, skipping even the pleasantries.
Song Changfeng's expression darkened further: "What kind of attitude is that? Coming back to your own home without even a greeting?"
"Greeting?" The corners of Song Wantang's lips lifted slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "When have you ever cared about those?"
"You..."
"Alright, alright," Zhou Huiru finally put down her teacup, pretending to mediate. "Wantang rarely comes back; don't start arguing the moment you meet. The things are in the attic. I had someone store them away, none missing."
She spoke especially reasonably, as if she had been kindly keeping them safe all along.
Song Wantang couldn't be bothered to expose her. She turned and walked upstairs.
After seeing Song Wantang go up, Song Yurou exchanged a glance with Zhou Huiru.
They looked at each other, then immediately looked away.
Song Wantang reached the attic, which was filled with all sorts of clutter, all covered in a layer of dust.
In the corner, she found the jewelry box her mom had loved most.
Song Wantang quickly picked it up. She opened it, only to find it empty.
"Mommy, they're too despicable! They've already taken the jewelry out," Little Dumpling said, standing up for Song Wantang.
Song Wantang stroked her belly. "...I expected that too."
Having this jewelry box was still something to hold onto.
In the attic were also some of her mom's personal items, like her favorite books.
Song Wantang packed everything into a bag, intending to take it all.
She came down carrying the bag, ready to leave.
Suddenly, Song Changfeng called out to her. "Wantang, I need to talk to you about something."
Song Wantang frowned. "I have nothing to discuss with you."
"Now that you're in with the Lu family, regarding the shares you hold..." Song Changfeng left it at that.
He believed Song Wantang was smart enough to make the right decision.
Song Wantang stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at Song Changfeng.
For some reason, Song Changfeng's heart felt a bit uneasy.
"Shares?" Song Wantang's voice was not loud, but every word was clear. "Grandpa left them to me. You want to take them too?"
Song Changfeng frowned, his tone sinking. "What do you mean I want to take them? I'm thinking for your own good. Now that you're married into the Lu family, holding onto Song Corporation's shares—what will people think? They'll say your loyalties lie elsewhere."
Song Wantang let out a light scoff. "Don't make it sound so nice. I don't care what people think."
"You—"
"The shares are off the table." Song Wantang cut him off, her voice turning cold. "If you only called me here for this, then I've already gotten what I came for. I'm leaving now."
She turned to leave.
Song Yurou suddenly spoke, her voice soft and gentle, as if trying to mediate: "Sister, Dad means well for you too. Now that you've finally married into the Lu family, don't let such a small matter affect your marital harmony."
Song Wantang looked at her.
This half-sister had always been a good actress since they were young.
Especially in front of Song Changfeng, pretending to be an understanding little warm coat.
But Song Wantang wasn't buying her act.
"You don't need to worry about my marriage." Song Wantang looked away.
"Song Wantang!" Song Changfeng slammed the coffee table and stood up. "What attitude is that? Yurou is sincerely concerned about you, and you're being sarcastic to whom? Let me tell you, the shares aren't yours to decide!"
Song Wantang looked at his furious face, feeling oddly calm inside.
This was her father.
When her mother was still alive, he had been somewhat kind to her.
After her mother passed, everything changed.
Zhou Huiru and Song Yurou moved in, and she became the unwanted person in this house.
"Then what do you want?" Song Wantang asked. "If I don't give them, will you snatch them?"
Song Changfeng was choked by her words, his face turning livid.
"You... you unfilial daughter..."
"Sister..."
Song Yurou was about to speak, but Song Wantang cut her off. "Who's your sister? I don't remember my mom ever giving birth to a younger sister? Stop trying to claim kinship. It's disgusting."
As soon as Song Wantang finished speaking, Song Changfeng's eyes turned bloodshot red. Unable to control himself, he rushed forward and swung his hand, landing a heavy slap across her face.
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