Chapter 30

After Song Yunnian returned home, she changed out of her gown and into a set of loungewear before flopping onto the sofa.

Song Wanxing asked with a grin from the side, “Sister Nian, was the banquet fun?”

Recalling how Song Feier had managed to escape her trap at the last moment, Song Yunnian felt a surge of irritation.

She glanced at Fu Chengyi, sat up, and tossed her phone to him. “Call the Fu Family and have them pick you up,” she said coldly. “I can’t afford to host a VIP like you.”

When Fu Chengyi heard that Song Yunnian was kicking him out, he looked at her piteously. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to fall, but he forced himself to hold them back.

Song Wanxing let out a sigh, seeing that Song Yunnian was in a bad mood. It seemed someone had upset her, and now she was sending Fu Chengyi away.

“Sister Nian, Xiao Yi is usually very pitiful. That woman often starves him, and she even threw him into a pond in the dead of winter…”

He listed many of Song Feier’s misdeeds. Hearing them, Fu Chengyi did indeed sound quite miserable.

Song Yunnian narrowed her eyes. “That certainly sounds like the kind of wicked things Song Feier would do.”

However, Fu Chengyi was the sole heir of the Fu Family.

Shouldn’t Song Feier be carefully protecting this precious cash cow? Was she not afraid of accidentally pushing things too far and losing everything?

“So, Sister Nian, won’t you let Xiao Yi stay?”

Song Yunnian gave a cold laugh. “No.”

She didn’t want anything more to do with anyone named Fu. Fu Yanchen had ruined her plans today, and she was still fuming. Even looking at Fu Chengyi annoyed her right now.

Allowing the Fu Family to come and get him was already her greatest mercy. If he wanted to stay here, he was dreaming.

Fu Chengyi had thought Song Yunnian would soften her heart and let him stay, but despite everything Song Wanxing said, she still wanted him gone.

His tears began to fall in heavy droplets.

Song Yunnian felt a pang of sympathy, but she turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

Dammit, this is Song Feier’s son.

Why am I feeling soft-hearted?

Thinking of her own daughter who had died young, Song Yunnian’s heart grew cold. She picked up the phone and threw it back to Fu Chengyi. “Make the call.”

Fu Chengyi picked up the phone, but just as he pressed the numbers, the doorbell rang.

The three of them turned to look toward the door.

Song Wanxing’s eyes darted around. “I’ll get it!”

He hopped off the sofa and scurried over to open the door.

Outside, Fu Yanchen stood with an expressionless face. Song Wanxing froze for a moment. “F… Yama Fu?”

Seeing Fu Yanchen’s brow furrow, he immediately corrected himself. “No… I mean, President Fu! Please, come in.”

Fu Yanchen stepped into the apartment.

Song Yunnian had already heard the commotion. Seeing that Song Wanxing had just let the man in, her face darkened instantly.

“Is President Fu here to pick up his son? That’s perfect. Take him with you. My humble abode is too simple; Young Master Fu is being mistreated here.”

Seeing Song Yunnian’s resistant attitude, Fu Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in their depths.

He hadn’t actually come to pick up Fu Chengyi. When Xu Yan had asked him where he wanted to go, he had instinctively thought of this place.

Fu Yanchen gave a cold smirk. “Did you set up Song Feier?”

Though it was a question, his expression made it clear he was already certain of the answer.

A trace of mockery flashed in Song Yunnian’s eyes.

“What? Is President Fu planning to seek justice for Song Feier now?”

She didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty and admitted it openly, her entire aura radiating defiance.

Looking at Song Yunnian’s arrogant and unyielding manner, Fu Yanchen’s expression didn’t change much.

He lowered his gaze and asked calmly, “And what if I am?”

Song Yunnian sneered, meeting Fu Yanchen’s gaze head-on. “Then I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, President Fu. I’ve never been afraid of anything in my life.”