Night fell, police lights flashed, and the clamor of voices filled the air.
Song Yi sat in the car, shaking her head as she trembled. "No, I don't want to leave."
The car door was open, and the night wind poured in, blowing cold against her tear-stained face.
"I am informing you, Song Yi." It was the first time he had ever called her by her full name.
"No!!" She clung to his arm, crying her heart out. "I was wrong. I will never do this again. Please don't treat me like this."
"Besides paying for someone to take care of you, I will give you ten thousand a month in pocket money until you come of age."
"Ten thousand?"
Song Yi's crying paused. She looked up with tear-blurred eyes, as if she didn't understand the meaning of those words.
But sometimes she spent more than that in a single day.
Song Guanyan looked at her expression, his voice softening a bit. "That's a lot, Xiao Yi."
As he spoke, he sighed.
He reached out, as if wanting to pat her head, but paused in mid-air and eventually let his hand drop.
"Be good, okay?"
That phrase again.
Be good.
She was already being so good.
She had been good for so long, waited for so long, yet all she got was this phrase.
"I hate you..." Her voice was terribly hoarse.
Song Guanyan didn't look at her again.
He hardened his heart, ignored her crying, opened the car door, and stepped out.
Song Guanyan couldn't bring himself to completely harden his heart and entirely abandon her.
This ten thousand in living expenses could serve as a wake-up call, so she wouldn't foolishly think he could fix everything for her every time.
It was time to temper Song Yi's naive and foolish character.
...
When Song Guanyan approached, Shen Ruxu noticed him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, carrying an indescribable sense of curiosity. "Someone's coming."
"Shut up." Shen Wenta got angry just hearing him speak, fiercely shoving the annoying idiot away.
Catching a sharp glimpse of Song Guanyan walking over, Shen Wenta turned back and grabbed a gun from the car without a word.
Seeing his actions, Shen Ruxu felt a bit strange. "Why are you being so impulsive? Why are you grabbing a gun out of nowhere?"
"Me, impulsive?" Shen Wenta's voice squeezed out, as cold as ice. "I haven't shot Song Guanyan dead on the spot yet."
There is a saying: when enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins.
Among everyone present, Shen Wenta was undoubtedly the bravest.
He didn't care about the consequences; his gun muzzle was already raised, aimed at the figure walking closer and closer.
The sun had set, and the visibility was poor—it was the perfect time to shoot.
He wanted to take advantage of the night to send the man to his grave with a single shot.
"..."
Shen Ruxu quickly pressed down on his hand with considerable force. "Calm down."
He lowered his voice and leaned into Shen Wenta's ear. "You dare shoot here? Mom said we aren't allowed to disturb the family's current life. There are still cops here."
Shen Wenta didn't move, the gun still pointing in that direction.
"Do you think the cops won't find out?" he said impatiently. "Besides, Dad made such a huge scene today, we'll probably have to move overnight, won't we?"
As if thinking of something, his tone softened. "Leave this to me. I'll arrange for you all to move to the wealthy district, let Shen Yi make some useful friends, instead of hanging out with those idiots downstairs who only know how to yell and make noise."
He had already planned out where his family would live next.
A wealthy neighborhood, a large flat, floor-to-ceiling windows, wide views, and an independent garden lawn.
Hearing this, Shen Ruxu decisively grabbed his cufflink and leaned in with a grin. "Little brother, I'm hungry, feed me."
He didn't want to work hard anymore either.
"Go to hell, disgusting."
Shen Wenta was so disgusted he almost threw the gun away.
Shen Sixing also narrowed his eyes, staring at this man who was dressed immaculately from head to toe.
The richest man in the country. He seemed to have taken assassination contracts on him before, all placed by his competitors, but the prices those people offered couldn't even compare to the money Song Guanyan paid the organization every year.
No one would make an enemy out of a rich man.
He never thought that one day, his daughter would have any relation to the richest man.
While Shen Sixing was sizing him up, Song Guanyan was also thinking.
His impression of Shen Sixing was truly just a poor loser.
However, just a moment ago, a group of unknown forces had forcibly broken into the school, and the police had locked down the scene, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving.
Song Guanyan had only managed to leave from the inside after paying a massive sum of money.
Then how did Shen Yi and him get out?
And Shen Wenta...
Shen Wenta was currently looking at him coldly.
The muzzle was lowered, but his finger was still on the trigger.
He ultimately held back from shooting out of consideration for his father's presence.
Shen Sixing never allowed him to mess around in public. He bit his lip tightly, enduring it unwillingly; he bit down so hard that a trace of blood seeped out.
"Xiao Yi."
Song Guanyan didn't pay much attention to Shen Wenta. He had completely recognized her and understood that the girl at the banquet with Shen Wenta was her.
The girl who had ruthlessly stabbed him at the time.
And at that time, he had kicked her, indeed without holding back.
He remembered she was in so much pain that her face turned pale, a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, yet she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out.
Regret and heartache intertwined back and forth. Song Guanyan clenched his fists, not daring to think deeply about that scene from back then.
This was his third time being in such close contact. Song Guanyan knew he couldn't rush it. He wanted to try communicating with the girl first, his tone softening, exceptionally gentle. "Xiao Yi, I am your dad."
Hearing this, Shen Yi poked her head out from behind Shen Sixing. "Why are you cursing at people?"
"..."
He fell silent for a moment, forced to change his phrasing. "I am your biological father."
Shen Yi tilted her head. "I haven't studied biology. What kind of thing are you?"
Song Guanyan froze.
Beside them, Shen Ruxu burst out laughing.
He didn't have a good temper either. After laughing, he cleanly loaded his gun, his expression as jubilant as if he had discovered a new continent. "Are you that super rich guy who can give us five billion?"
"If I shoot you dead, can I also inherit your massive fortune?"
He was eager to try, his finger lightly rubbing the trigger.
Shen Xun tugged at the corner of Shen Yi's clothes, signaling her to stand back a bit.
If a fight really broke out later, there was a chance she would get splashed with blood.
Shen Sixing was observing Shen Yi's attitude.
Seeing her exceptional resistance and how she hid behind him.
He couldn't tell if he was relieved or happy. He gently pulled Shen Yi to his side, his grip slightly tightening, as if afraid she would run away, or as if declaring something.
His gaze landed on Song Guanyan. "A biological father only showing up now?"
His voice was so calm that almost no emotion could be heard, and the gun from his waist had already fallen into his palm. "Why don't you just go die?"
