Wen Fufu took the envelope and examined it back and forth. It looked beautiful, but there was no address on it and no indication of who had sent it. However, the recipient’s name was indeed hers.
She looked puzzled. She didn’t know many people, so who could have sent it to her?
“Wow, people still use kraft paper these days? The golden patterns on it are so pretty! Sister Fufu, hurry up and open it and see what’s inside!” Xiao Tingting was instantly attracted by the pattern on the envelope. If Shen Xiulan hadn’t been there, she would have already reached out to touch it.
Wen Fufu was also curious about what was inside. In front of the two of them, she opened the kraft envelope and took out the contents.
When Wen Fufu looked at what was inside, her expression suddenly changed. She immediately stuffed the piece of paper back into the envelope.
“Sister Fufu, what’s wrong? What was on that note?” Xiao Tingting hadn’t even seen it clearly before it was shoved back inside.
Wen Fufu’s lips moved slightly as she forced a smile onto her face. “Tingting, it’s a note from a colleague in my studio. It just lists some design requirements.”
“Huh? That’s it? I thought something packed in such a fancy envelope must be money or something,” Xiao Tingting said disappointedly. However, that casual remark had actually hit the truth.
Shen Xiulan tapped her on the head. “All you ever think about is money, money, money.”
“Mom, I’m a normal person. If ordinary people don’t care about money, what should they care about—air?” Xiao Tingting said while rubbing her head.
“Alright, come back with Mom and help cook. Your dad will be home soon,” Shen Xiulan said.
“But I still want to stay with Sister Fufu for a while,” Xiao Tingting protested.
“I think you just want to be lazy.” Shen Xiulan didn’t give her another chance to argue and quickly dragged her away.
Just now, Shen Xiulan had noticed the change in Wen Fufu’s expression. That letter was probably not simple. If they stayed, they would only get in Wen Fufu’s way. She figured Wen Fufu must want to think alone right now.
After watching them step out the door, Wen Fufu pressed her lips together, turned around, returned to her room, closed the door, and sat at the dressing table as she poured the contents out of the envelope.
There were only two items inside.
One was a check, and the other was a black postcard stamped with gold.
Wen Fufu picked up the check first. It was this check that had made her expression change earlier. She counted the string of zeros at the end.
Five million.
A full five million.
She had never seen that much money in her entire life.
Wen Fufu put down the check and picked up the postcard. There was only a string of numbers on it. When her gaze landed on the name beside the number, her pupils shrank.
Th-this…
This was Song Jingting’s phone number!!!
Wen Fufu suddenly stood up, instantly feeling as if the postcard was burning her hand. She stared at everything happening before her in disbelief.
Song Jingting… Why had Song Jingting found her?!
In the novel, it had clearly been written that the male lead never found out who the person he had slept with was, even until his death.
So that meant these five million had been sent by Song Jingting.
But why would he send her so much money?!
Suddenly, Wen Fufu thought of something. She covered her stomach and looked at her shocked expression in the mirror.
He… he knew!
Wen Fufu began pacing back and forth in the room in panic, unconsciously biting her finger. What should she do? What kind of situation was this? She had long decided that she didn’t want to have any entanglement with the male lead anymore. Why wouldn’t fate leave her alone?
Maybe she should just run away.
But then she thought again—what kind of person was Song Jingting? He was the favored son of destiny in this world. If he could even investigate that she was in Taohua Village, then even if she ran somewhere else, he would still find her.
Wait…
Could the five million Song Jingting sent be a breakup fee?
Wen Fufu suddenly slapped her palm.
That must be it.
It had to be.
These five million must definitely be a breakup fee.
Even though she thought that way, Wen Fufu still felt faintly that things were not that simple.
She collapsed onto the bed in frustration. Her peaceful life had been shattered once again. First the pregnancy, and now the male lead.
Did she have some grudge with this father and son? Why did they keep appearing in her life one after another?
No.
She had to ask Song Jingting clearly. If she didn’t, the matter would hang over her heart like a blade above her head, ready to catch her off guard at any moment.
Wen Fufu hurriedly climbed down from the bed, picked up her phone, and entered the string of numbers. After hesitating again and again, she shut her eyes and pressed the call button as if heading to her death.
In those short few seconds, it felt to Wen Fufu as though a century had passed.
The call connected, and a deep, magnetic male voice sounded from the other end.
“Hello.”
Wen Fufu immediately hung up.
For some reason, her heart began beating faster and faster. Her face flushed red. She realized she still couldn’t do it. The moment she heard that voice, she chickened out.
Song Jingting looked down at the disconnected call with a complicated expression.
Was he really that scary?
“BOSS, BOSS.”
The US Branch manager kept calling out to his boss.
Why had the BOSS been staring at his phone? What frightened him even more was that he discovered his usually stern and expressionless boss was actually smiling at his phone.
Who on earth had just called him?
Song Jingting put down his phone and returned to his usual cold demeanor, as if that smile earlier had merely been an illusion.
“US Branch manager, let’s go in.”
The US Branch manager felt that his boss changed expressions faster than flipping pages in a book, but he obediently followed behind him into the high-end restaurant. They had an appointment with an important client tonight, and they couldn’t be late.
Sometimes, the person you least wanted to see was the one most likely to appear before you.
That was Murphy’s Law.
“Little Jing, I didn’t expect we’d meet again.”
Song Huaichen still smiled gently, like warm jade, greeting his younger brother just like an ordinary older brother would.
“Hello.”
Song Jingting stepped into the hall and greeted Song Huaichen indifferently.
“You’re still the same as when you were little. So cold.”
“If you want to reminisce about the past, I’m afraid I don’t have that much time. Sorry, I’ll excuse myself first.”
Song Jingting ignored Song Huaichen and walked past him.
The US Branch manager followed his boss past the man as well. With a man’s sixth sense, he was certain that his boss disliked this man.
“I heard you’ve connected with Walton,” Song Huaichen said from behind Song Jingting.
Song Jingting stopped but kept his back to him.
“So what if I did?”
“Congratulations,” Song Huaichen said with a gentle smile.
Song Jingting raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The warmth faded from Song Huaichen’s face. He lowered his head, his expression dark and unreadable.
A woman dressed in luxurious elegance walked up beside Song Huaichen. Looking at the figure walking farther and farther away ahead of them, she asked, “Xiao Chen, was that person just now Song Jingting?”
“Mom, you’re here.”
“Was the one talking to you just now that bitch’s son?” Liu Ruoxia frowned.
Song Huaichen didn’t answer. His silence said everything.
“In the future, stay away from people from the second branch. Don’t lower your standards. You are the first heir of the Song family. Not just anyone is worthy of getting close to you.”
“Mom, has Dad arrived?”
“He’s here. Even President Qiao’s family is here. They’re waiting for us in the private room on the second floor. Let’s go over quickly.”
As she spoke, Liu Ruoxia took her son’s hand and arrogantly asked a waiter to lead the way.
In Liu Ruoxia’s opinion, the thing she was most proud of was giving birth to this son for the Song family. That was what allowed her to secure her place firmly within the enormous Song family.
She had always disliked the second branch, even hated them. She hadn’t expected to run into someone from the second branch in a place like this. It was like stepping on a pile of filth—instantly ruining her mood.
Now she only wanted to deal with the Qiao family quickly and return home.