The moment she hung up, the housekeeper brought the dishes over. Having likely overheard the noise earlier, she proactively asked, “Is President Song coming back for dinner too? I’ll go prepare a few more dishes right away…”
Sang Yu denied it immediately. “No need, Auntie. Don’t go to the trouble. I’m eating alone.”
With that, she briskly began to eat, not waiting for Song Yun sheng’s return at all.
This left the housekeeper in a daze. Wiping her hands, she hesitated before adding, “Miss, please eat slowly, there’s no rush.”
Sang Yu smiled at her, but her pace didn’t slacken in the slightest. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Song Yunsheng returned. After changing her shoes and walking in to see a dining table with nothing left but scraps, her expression darkened with displeasure.
The housekeeper came out at the sound of movement and was stunned by what she saw. Yet, Sang Yu didn’t even lift her eyes, continuing to eat as if nothing were wrong.
Seeing the atmosphere grow visibly tense, the housekeeper hurried forward to smooth things over, saying she would go prepare something else.
Song Yunsheng didn’t respond, and the housekeeper retreated awkwardly.
Sang Yu deliberately finished the last bite before looking up, feigning surprise. “Oh, President Song is back?”
Song Yunsheng’s face worsened as she took a few steps closer, questioning her sharply: “Enough, Sang Yu! How long do you plan to keep up this farce?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sang Yu pushed past her and stood up with a frown. Catching a glimpse of Song Yunsheng’s icy gaze, her heart felt equally chilled.
It was true; during these past three years, Song Yunsheng always wore this high-and-mighty expression, watching her as if she were merely acting out. Sang Yu couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong, but when she thought about how much of her heart and soul she had poured into Song Yunsheng over these three years…
Sang Yu felt those three years would have been better spent feeding a dog.
She wasn’t interested in wasting any more words. She took the divorce agreement out of her bag and handed it directly to Song Yunsheng. “I know you don’t care to see me, so just sign it. Once it’s signed, we’ll both be happy.”
Song Yunsheng glanced at it but showed no intention of taking it, merely frowning as she said, “This isn’t child’s play. Have you thought this through?”
“Of course.”
Sang Yu didn’t hesitate, but Song Yunsheng let out a sneer. “This agreement has too many loopholes to be signed. Have your lawyer contact mine to negotiate.”
After saying this, Song Yunsheng turned around and went upstairs directly to her room.
Sang Yu stared at her retreating back, feeling both angry and anxious. She flipped through the agreement but couldn’t see any issues. However, since Song Yunsheng had put it that way, she could only contact Lu Lingxi to help find another lawyer.
While she was sending messages, the housekeeper returned with the hastily prepared dishes, only to freeze upon seeing the empty hall.
Without looking up, Sang Yu said subconsciously, “She went upstairs. Take it to the bedroom so she can at least eat something.”
The moment the words left her mouth, Sang Yu regretted it, wondering why she was still caring about Song Yunsheng. Seeing the housekeeper standing there awkwardly, she curled her lip. “Just leave it on the table. She’ll eat if she’s hungry. Also, help me prepare a guest room.”
The housekeeper listened with shock and uncertainty, but Sang Yu had already moved to the other side to continue messaging. The housekeeper had no choice but to bite the bullet and knock on the door.
The door opened quickly, but the first thing Song Yunsheng said upon seeing her was, “Why is it you?”
“Huh?”
The housekeeper was bewildered. Song Yunsheng seemed to realize something as well. As if to cover it up, she casually picked up her coat and said flatly with downcast eyes, “It’s nothing. I won’t eat. I have business to attend to at the company.”
“Ah? You should at least fill your stomach… President Song? President Song?”
Song Yunsheng left decisively. Holding the tray, even a fool could realize the couple had argued. The housekeeper felt deeply worried.
Sang Yu now had a completely hands-off attitude toward Song Yunsheng’s whereabouts, but she hadn’t expected the housekeeper to tell Song Yunsheng’s mother. Consequently, that afternoon, her mother-in-law, Liang Yurou, came over to have a heart-to-heart with her.
Summoned to the meeting, Sang Yu felt restless. Although Liang Yurou was Song Yunsheng’s mother, they actually rarely met.
Song Yunsheng was a workaholic. Aside from pressuring her daughter to marry and firmly refusing to let Su Miao marry into the Song family, Liang Yurou rarely interfered in Song Yunsheng’s affairs.
After all, Liang Yurou had treated her quite well; even if they didn’t meet, she would occasionally send over soup or food. Sang Yu wasn’t heartless, and she had always found it difficult to decline the kindness of elders. So, as she listened to Liang Yurou’s earnest, well-meaning voice, she felt quite awkward and replied hesitantly.
Liang Yurou was a gentle woman. Seeing this, her worry only grew. She held Sang Yu’s hand and rambled on, “Good child, I know Yunsheng has a cold personality and is hard to get along with, but you are married after all. You must be more patient…”
Suddenly, Liang Yurou’s eyes lit up as if she had thought of a brilliant idea. She said excitedly, “Why don’t the two of you have a child?”
“I’ve been through this. Listen to me—if you have a child, your relationship will surely improve. An Omega’s maternal instinct is innate, and Yunsheng will be no exception.”
“Besides, look at how long you’ve been married, and Yunsheng’s belly hasn’t shown any activity. It doesn’t sound good when people talk about it.”
These words felt strangely off, and Sang Yu felt a faint sense of discomfort. But looking into Liang Yurou’s sincere eyes, she figured she was just overthinking it. At the same time, she felt quite helpless.
“The main thing is… this isn’t something I can decide alone…”
For a moment, Mother Liang showed a look of disappointment. Sang Yu remained silent but was mostly speechless.
As if I could give birth all by myself.
Sang Yu sneered inwardly, though she remained tactful on the surface. “We have indeed been married for years, but Yunsheng leaves early and returns late. We don’t spend much time together all year. Our… marital life is indeed not very harmonious.”
In other words, Song Yunsheng didn’t want a “married life,” so there was no point in asking her. Liang Yurou clearly understood.
She cleared her throat and suddenly asked, “Then, perhaps I should go talk to her?”
Sang Yu was startled. Why would an outsider get involved in such matters? She quickly waved her hands. “No, no, no, please stay calm. We are both very young. we still have the ‘cost of trial and error.’ There’s no need to hang oneself from a single tree.”
Hearing this, Liang Yurou hesitated. Sang Yu shrugged. “I’ve done my best. We just aren’t suited for each other. Yunsheng agrees with this. We’ll handle the rest ourselves; please don’t worry about it.”
To put it bluntly, Song Yunsheng had a cold nature and often practiced “passive resistance”; it would be bad if she ended up upsetting the elder.
Liang Yurou wasn’t blind to Sang Yu’s meaning. She sighed, looking quite sad. Knowing she couldn’t persuade her and seeing that Sang Yu’s mind was made up, she had no choice but to stand.
Just as Sang Yu was about to breathe a secret sigh of relief, Liang Yurou continued to urge her as she left, “Xiao Yu, why don’t you reconsider? Although Yunsheng has a bad temper, she is remarkable in other aspects… Marriage is a process of grinding and fitting together. You should try to fit a bit longer.”
Sang Yu could only smile bitterly. Did she not know Song Yunsheng’s merits? She understood those grand principles even better. She had wasted three years revolving around Song Yunsheng—if that wasn’t “fitting together,” was it just being a glutton for punishment?
One could only say that time reveals a person’s heart. They were completely incompatible, and there was no point in persisting. Some fundamental issues simply couldn’t be touched.
If she continued to “fit together,” she’d probably kill herself with suppressants first.
She firmly saw Liang Yurou out, but a bad premonition lingered in her heart.
The premonition soon came true. Somehow, her cheap father, Sang Yishen, had gotten the news. While Sang Yu was still studying the divorce agreement, he called her directly to ask, “I heard you’re getting a divorce?”
Sang Yu didn’t have his number saved. When she answered and heard his voice, her first instinct was to hang up. Sang Yishen, exasperated, called back immediately.
He had learned his lesson the second time, starting with the main point: “I know I can’t control you.”
“But you’d better think clearly. Once you leave President Song, you’ll be nothing. When the time comes for your mother’s medical fees and your sister’s tuition for studying abroad—let me be clear, I won’t pay a single cent. Don’t you dare come crawling back to me then.”
Sang Yu had wondered what he was going to say, which was why she had the patience not to hang up.
But after hearing the rest, she realized she had still underestimated how thick-skinned Sang Yishen was. Anger flared in her heart, and she let out a cold laugh.
“You’d better worry about yourself. The Group’s capital chain has tightened again, hasn’t it? For the grand Yunsheng Group to be ruined by you like this… I must say, you really are a piece of trash that can’t be helped. You’re better suited to being a live-in son-in-law for the rest of your life.”
“You!”
In a war of words, Sang Yishen was no match for Sang Yu. She knew exactly where the weak points of this useless father lay.
“Phoenix men” were always like this—thinking their failure to rise was due to bad luck or heaven’s jealousy of their talent. After all their scheming, they finally realize it was simply their own incompetence, unrelated to anything else.
Sang Yu sneered, her words continuing to lash out until the other side hung up in a rage. Her mood improved significantly, but she gradually fell into silence.
She pulled out a long-unused bank card and checked the balance online. Staring at the digits and doing the math, she couldn’t help but feel frustrated.
The nursing home where her mother stayed was the best in the country, and naturally, the nursing fees were astronomical. Adding to that her sister A-Ya’s need for money to study abroad, once she divorced Song Yunsheng and lost that source of income, her savings wouldn’t last six months.
It was laughable; if not for Sang Yishen’s phone call, she might not have remembered. After all, Sang Yu had been out of the spotlight for these years, revolving around Song Yunsheng and hardly thinking about anything else. Her whole mind had been set on Song Yunsheng acquiring the Yunsheng Group to avenge her mother.
Now that Sang Yishen was on the verge of bankruptcy, he still didn’t realize that the culprit behind his company’s decline was the very Song family he so desperately wanted to cling to.
Sang Yishen was even still hoping Song Yunsheng would lend him money for turnover, but that was clearly impossible.
As long as Song Yunsheng continued to apply pressure, Sang Yishen’s bankruptcy was only a matter of time. From that perspective, the timing of her divorce proposal was indeed too rushed.