Chapter 13

When Yu Jinwen hurriedly arrived at the apartment, Zhuo Xuan was kneeling on the floor, covering her face and crying.

"Xuanxuan."

As soon as Zhuo Xuan saw Yu Jinwen, it was as if she had seen her savior. She immediately stretched out her arms and threw herself into his embrace. "Jin Ge, save me!"

Yu Jinwen noticed the bright red mark on the left side of Zhuo Xuan's face, and his expression immediately turned cold, filled with displeasure. He looked over at Yu Fengjiao. "Mom, why didn't you let me know before coming here?"

Even sitting in a wheelchair, Miss Yu Fengjiao of the Yu family exuded an imposing presence, every bit the superior. Her sharp, narrow eyes, so similar to Yu Jinwen's, swept over the room, her tone icy.

"Did you consult me when you got divorced and then set up a love nest here?"

She was wearing a cheongsam, with a thin blanket draped over her legs, embroidered with exquisite patterns—a gift from Nan Song. The shawl she wore was also from Nan Song.

Yu Fengjiao raised her hand, and the maid standing behind her immediately understood, lighting a cigarette for her.

Yu Jinwen frowned. "Xuanxuan's health isn't good. Don't smoke in front of her."

"Is that so?"

Yu Fengjiao exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at the coffee table. "She has stomach cancer, yet she can leisurely drink coffee. I don't see any sign of her being unwell. On the other hand, Little Song has low blood sugar, but I've never heard you express any concern for her."

It was Nan Song again.

Yu Jinwen's deep eyes turned colder. "Lu Nansong and I are already divorced. Bringing her up is pointless."

Yu Fengjiao looked at her son's cold expression, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Look at how heartless my son is, just like your father. If I had known I'd go through all that trouble only to give birth to another scoundrel, I wouldn't have had you."

Mentioning his father, Yu Jinwen's lips tightened, and his expression grew even colder.

"If we're not talking about Little Song, then let's talk about the woman by your side."

Yu Fengjiao took a drag from her cigarette, her face filled with disgust as she looked at the woman crying pitifully in Yu Jinwen's arms. "Enough. Stop pretending in front of me. You haven't learned anything good, but you've mastered the art of seducing men, just like your shameless aunt. Weren't you quite sharp-tongued when arguing with me earlier? Why are you so meek now? Waiting for your man to stand up for you? Don't forget, he's my son."

Zhuo Xuan bit her lip, her heart filled with hatred, but she didn't dare show it. With tearful eyes, she slid down from Yu Jinwen's embrace and knelt before Yu Fengjiao, pleading.

"Auntie Yu, I know you dislike me because of the conflict between you and my aunt. Back then, my aunt and Uncle Shen were truly in love, just like Jin Ge and me. We loved each other for so many years. If it weren't for the troubles in my family and your... interference, I wouldn't have gone abroad, and I wouldn't have broken up with Jin Ge. We would have been married by now, and you might already have a grandchild..."

"Ha, what a pipe dream." Yu Fengjiao couldn't listen any longer and coldly interrupted Zhuo Xuan. "Let me tell you, Zhuo, even if all the women in the world were dead and my son were to remain single for the rest of his life, I would never let him marry you. Do you understand?"

Damn this old witch!

Zhuo Xuan gritted her teeth, wishing she could overturn the wheelchair. If it weren't for this woman's ruthless tactics back then, the Zhuo family wouldn't have gone bankrupt, and she wouldn't have suffered so much abroad!

It was all this woman's fault. She wished she could tear her tendons and skin her alive to vent her hatred!

Yu Jinwen reached out and pulled Zhuo Xuan up, shielding her as he faced his mother's cold gaze. "Mom, I can make my own decisions about marriage. You don't need to worry about it. He Zhao, take Madam back."

He Zhao, standing to the side, tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He stepped forward, reluctantly asking Yu Fengjiao to leave.

"My son has grown wings and is now driving his mother away. How wonderful."

Yu Fengjiao clapped her hands and let out a cold laugh. "Son, back then, your father betrayed me and caused me to lose the use of my legs. If you dare marry her, on your wedding day, your mother will give you a grand gift. Don't believe me? Just try."

Yu Jinwen watched his mother's resolute retreating figure, his fists slowly tightening at his sides, his knuckles cracking. He suddenly punched the wall, causing the plaster to tremble.

Zhuo Xuan was startled. "Jin Ge..."

***

After dealing with Nan Ya, Nan Song returned to her room, removed her makeup, and took a shower.

But lying in bed, she couldn't sleep at all. Her mind was filled with thoughts about Zhuo Xuan's information.

In truth, she had known who Zhuo Xuan was for a long time, as well as the恩怨 between the Zhuo and Yu families. But she couldn't understand why Yu Jinwen was so determined to marry her.

If it were her, if someone dared to steal her father and cause her mother to lose the use of her legs, she would want to kill that woman and her entire family. How could she possibly befriend the family of such a person?

Yu Jinwen seemed so rational, not like someone who would lose his head over love. Could it be that he was also hypocritical, only acting this way toward the woman he loved?

Nan Song tossed and turned, growing more and more frustrated. Finally, unable to sleep, she got up and dialed a number. "Didn't you say you wanted to treat me to a welcome-back dinner? Let's make it tonight. I want to drink."

The night was as dark as ink, but the Water Cloud Club was brightly lit.

This was the largest luxury club in Nan City, with a VIP membership system. Entry was granted by facial recognition, and the bouncers at the door had eyes like QR codes—if they didn't recognize your face, you were turned away without a word.

A man wearing sunglasses stood at the door, his face expressionless. He ignored familiar faces until a red Porsche came into view. Then, a hint of joy appeared. He hurried over to open the car door. "I thought you weren't coming. I've been waiting for half an hour."

"You could have waited inside. Why come out?"

Nan Song took off her shoes and slipped on a pair of golden high heels. She stepped out of the car, wearing a red halter dress that was both cool and wild. The bouncers at the door were stunned.

Had Seventh Young Master found a new love? This lady was stunning.

Bai Luyu looked at Nan Song's outfit and nodded in satisfaction. "This looks much better. It's way better than dressing like an old nun all the time."

"If you don't know how to talk, just shut up."

Nan Song glared at her brother and followed him inside without any hindrance. Bai Luyu wanted to take her to a private room, but she shook her head and sat down at the bar. "Private rooms are boring. Here, I can at least check out some handsome guys."

She tapped the bar and ordered a vodka, drinking it like water without changing her expression. Bai Luyu said, "You don't handle alcohol well. Take it easy."

There was a commotion in one of the private rooms, and the manager came over to ask Bai Luyu to intervene.

"I'll go check it out. You stay here and wait for me. Don't wander off."

Nan Song waved her hand, signaling him to go.

It had been a long time since she had been to such a lively place or had a drink. She drank glass after glass, gradually getting drunk. More and more handsome men came over to hit on her.

"Hey, beautiful, alone? Let me buy you a drink."

Nan Song's cheeks were flushed with alcohol. She looked at the man and wagged her index finger. "No. You're too ugly. You're hurting my eyes."

"You little—" The man, insulted, was about to lash out when his wrist was grabbed. A tall man walked over. "What kind of man hits a woman? How about you try me instead?"

The man, his wrist twisted, knew he was outmatched and left angrily, not daring to retaliate.

The tall man looked at Nan Song, a slight smile on his handsome face, his charming peach-blossom eyes narrowing. "Beautiful lady, just drinking is boring. How about a dance? Would you honor me?"

Nan Song raised her almond-shaped eyes, studying the good-looking man. She smiled sweetly. "You're handsome. You call the shots."