Mr. Song shook his head and sighed, "Yufeng, do you think the position of the Song Family Patriarch is important, or is a woman important?" He felt that Xiao Lan was no simple woman; in such a short time, she had bewitched Yufeng into losing his senses.
"But the two are not in conflict," Yufeng never felt that marriage and status were mutually exclusive. He could become the Song Family Patriarch and still have a happy marriage.
"You are wrong, the Family Head of a great family cannot always do as he pleases; you can’t have your cake and eat it too. If you choose that woman, I won’t object, but you must move out of the Song Family," Mr. Song looked at Yufeng, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.
Yufeng pondered for a moment, "I’ll give it careful consideration."
Mr. Song gave a slight nod, "Your second uncle and third uncle are not to be taken lightly. If you make a misstep, they will definitely seize upon it." On the surface, a large family appears harmonious, but the internal struggles are always turbulent. There is only one position for the Song Family Patriarch, and many are eyeing it.
The reason he had been secretly protecting Xiao Ning was also out of fear that someone would harm him, since he had given Xiao Ning the jade token, a symbol of the Family Head, in front of everyone.
"Dad, I understand," Yufeng nodded and left the study.
As soon as he returned to his room, Yufeng’s cell phone began to ring.
Taking out the phone and seeing that it was a call from Xiao Lan, a gentle smile spread across Yufeng’s face. He pressed the answer button and placed the phone to his ear, "Xiao Lan."
"Yufeng, are you busy today? I’ve made the borscht that you love so much. Do you have time to come over for it?"
Xiao Lan’s tender voice came from the other end of the line, like a feather lightly brushing over Yufeng’s heart, soothing some of his irritability, "Alright, I’ll come over in a bit."
"Mhm, I’ll wait for you!" Xiao Lan put down the phone and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. To capture a man’s heart, you have to capture his stomach first.
Yufeng arrived at the small villa he had given to Xiao Lan, opened the door, and immediately smelled the delicious scent of food floating in the air, his lips curving into a slight smile. He had been married to Yang Xin’er for so many years, and she never once cooked a meal for him. But Xiao Lan was different; she was tender and considerate, always putting him first in her heart. She knew what he liked to eat, his hobbies, and even his taste in clothes, unlike Yang Xin’er, whose heart seemed to always revolve around herself.
"You’re here." Xiao Lan stepped out in a sexy red dress, the captivating red color making her fair skin appear even more like jade. She looked full of temptation, a charming aura radiating from her.
Xiao Lan approached Yufeng, helped him take off his suit jacket, and hung it up. Then she took out slippers, bent down to help Yufeng change his shoes, and after doing all this, she turned to Yufeng with a gentle smile, taking his hand, "Yufeng, I made a lot of dishes today."
Yufeng took Xiao Lan into his arms, gazing at her earnestly, "Wait for me, I will marry you." Even if it meant not being the Song Family Patriarch, marrying her was all that mattered.
Xiao Lan rested her head on Yufeng’s chest, smiling and shaking her head, "As long as you are good to me, that’s enough. I don’t want to make things difficult for you."
"You really are a foolish woman," Yufeng lowered his head to look at Xiao Lan, his eyes full of guilt. Such a wonderful woman, how could he let her down? He would definitely divorce Yang Xin’er. He would surely give Xiao Lan the status she deserved.