Chapter 11

Nan Song leaned back in her chair, her expression cold and indifferent.

"Wearing a mask for too long will eventually lead to exposure. What is her status, and what is mine? Why should I stoop to tear her face off? Is she even worthy?"

Bai Qi raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "But you loved Yu Jinwen for so long, and in the end, he brings home trash. Can you really tolerate that?"

"If he wants to be a garbage dump, what can I do about it?" Nan Song replied, seemingly indifferent. Finally, she added, "Brother, I'm tired."

She closed her laptop and walked to the window.

Night had fallen, and the nightlife in Nan City was vibrant and colorful. The city was lit up with thousands of lights, bustling with activity. But in North City, she had spent three lonely years in solitude.

The days of an empty house weren't lonely, just solitary. The person she loved was within reach, yet he refused to let her close. That was the real pain.

The screen had gone dark, but Nan Song's weary face left a strong impression on Bai Qi.

He closed his laptop, opened WeChat, and sent a message in the group chat titled [Protect Little Sister Brotherhood Alliance]: [Little sister has been bullied. Are we going to do something about it?]

Second Brother: [Who's tired of living and dares to bully my sister? I'll destroy them!]

Third Brother: [Didn't they already get divorced? Besides Yu Jinwen, who else in the world could bully that little wildcat? Or has the little wildcat been tamed into a kitten after three years of pretending to be obedient?]

Fourth Brother: [Third Brother, if you keep talking about Little Six like that, be careful she scratches your face.]

Third Brother: [Hahaha.]

Eldest Brother: [Name.]

Bai Luyu smirked. With the eldest brother speaking up, it was a done deal.

He quickly summarized the situation and shared a detailed battle plan in the group. The brothers went back and forth, discussing fervently until the eldest brother made the final decision: [Deal.]

"Done," Bai Luyu snapped his fingers and promptly changed the group name to [Anti-Mistress Battle Alliance].

In another WeChat group that included Nan Song, it was eerily quiet, as if all was well in the world.

*

After a long day, Nan Song felt utterly exhausted, nearly falling asleep in the car. When she got home, the living room was brightly lit. Butler Zhao and the servants had thoroughly cleaned Rose Garden, restoring it to its original state. Nan Song was pleased. "Thank you, everyone. You can collect your red envelopes from the butler later."

"Thank you, Miss."

Butler Zhao, in his forties, wore a professional and meticulous suit, exuding efficiency and competence. He stepped forward to report, "Miss, Miss Nan Ya is still locked in her room."

"Mm," Nan Song replied calmly. "Bring me two steamed buns. I'll go see her."

After a full day of work, coming home to discipline a child made Nan Song feel like being an older sister was no easy task.

The guest room door was locked from the outside. Butler Zhao used a key to open it, holding a tray with two large white steamed buns. Nan Song took the tray. "You can leave now."

Butler Zhao looked concerned. "Miss..."

"It's fine. She can't hurt me."

Nan Song pushed the door open and entered. Nan Ya was lying by the bed, sitting on the carpet, as if she had been dreaming of eating chicken legs, drool still on her face. She woke up groggily at the sound of movement, staring blankly at Nan Song.

"Awake?"

Nan Song walked over. "You must be hungry. Freshly steamed buns. Try them."

Nan Ya glanced at the snow-white buns on the bedside table and instantly woke up from her daze. She turned to Nan Song, her eyes blazing with anger, and lunged at her.

"Nan Song! I'll kill you—!"

...

"Slap!"

In the study of the old mansion, Old Master Yu slammed his hand on the desk, causing the teacup lid to flip over. He roared with a booming voice, "Look at the mess you've made!"

Yu Jinwen stood in front of the desk, his expression calm. "I'll handle this."

"Handle it? How do you plan to handle it?"

Old Master Yu's face was red with anger. "Don't forget who you are. You're the CEO of Yu's Group! The day I put you in this position, I told you not to let emotions cloud your judgment. But you've disappointed me time and time again!"

He took a deep breath. "Three years ago, you insisted on marrying a nurse. I didn't stop you because of your severe injuries. I let you have your way. As your condition gradually improved and you became more stable, and Little Song was obedient and sensible, I accepted it. But then you divorced her without a word and decided to marry the daughter of the Zhuo family! Have you lost your mind? Why did you divorce Little Song? Why!"

"No reason," Yu Jinwen replied indifferently. "I just didn't like her. It's that simple."

The old man grew even angrier. "You didn't like her now, but what were you thinking when you insisted on marrying her with your half-crippled body back then?"

"Little Song, although from a rural family, was obedient and honest. She served you diligently and took care of you for three years. And this is how you repay her?"

The old man was furious, his beard bristling as he grabbed a paperweight from the desk and hurled it at Yu Jinwen. "Give me back my obedient granddaughter-in-law!"

Yu Jinwen didn't dodge. The hard paperweight hit his shoulder, sending a sharp pain through him.

Meanwhile, the obedient granddaughter-in-law the old man spoke of was currently shoving a steamed bun into Nan Ya's mouth.

Nan Song looked at Nan Ya, who was flailing around with a bun stuffed in her mouth, and sneered. "You come back and immediately want to fight me. Seems like you're not hungry enough. I even prepared two buns for you."

Nan Ya spat out the bun and threw it on the floor. "Ugh! Who wants to eat your stupid buns!"

Nan Song glanced at the bun rolling on the floor, her expression darkening. "Little sister, wasting food is not a good habit. Don't you know there are many people in the world who don't have enough to eat?"

She gracefully sat down on the sofa, smoothing out the wrinkles on her pants, and looked at Nan Ya with authority.

"Either you pick up that bun and eat it properly, or you'll go hungry. You won't eat until you admit your mistake."

Nan Ya listened to her words and let out a cold laugh. "Are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a slap landed on her face—from Nan Song.

Nan Ya covered her face, staring at Nan Song in disbelief. "You dare hit me?"

"Using foul language? Hitting you is the least of it."

Nan Song said coldly, "My mother, your aunt, since you brought her up, I naturally have to greet you on her behalf."

Nan Ya slumped on the floor, glaring at Nan Song with hatred, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Good. It seems you've made your choice."

Nan Song glanced at her disdainfully. "Since you don't want to eat, then go hungry."

She turned to leave, but Nan Ya, in a fit of rage, grabbed a vase from the bedside table and hurled it at the back of Nan Song's head—