Song Yufeng looked at Yang Xin’er, his eyes filled with guilt and a trace of tenderness. He gripped her hand tightly. "Xinxin, I won’t make any more foolish mistakes in the future. I will love you with all my heart and soul." After this experience, he had come to understand that only his own wife was truly loyal to him; other women approached him only for his money, for his power.
Yang Xin’er smiled lightly and nodded, then helped Song Yufeng up from the ground and slowly walked towards the outside. "I was at fault in the past too; I was too selfish. I will change." In the future, she would rein in her temper, absolutely not giving other women the opportunity to take advantage of a crisis.
Song Yufeng shook his head. "Xinxin, thank you for not giving up on me." He was really touched right now.
Yang Xin’er looked at Song Yufeng and smiled tenderly. "You’re my husband, how could I give up on you? Let’s go home, let’s go appeal to Mr. Song."
"Alright," Song Yufeng nodded his head. He had already come to a realization; he would cherish everything by his side in the future and not be so willful.
Mr. Song, having heard the report from the butler that Song Yufeng had returned, pondered for a moment. "Let them in."
"Dad, we’re back, I’ve brought Yufeng back," said Yang Xin’er, supporting Song Yufeng and walking up to Mr. Song.
"We in the Song Family do not welcome outsiders; tell him to leave," said Mr. Song with a stern face and a cold voice.
Song Yufeng gently pushed away the supporting Yang Xin’er, endured the pain, and walked slowly to Mr. Song, then thudded to his knees. "Dad! I was wrong! Won’t you forgive me this once?"
"Hmph!" Mr. Song turned his head away.
Yang Xin’er walked to Song Yufeng’s side and knelt down as well. "Dad! Please forgive Yufeng this one time. I believe that he truly knows his mistake this time."
Mr. Song’s face was stern, and he said nothing.
"Dad! You can punish me any way you want, just as long as you forgive me. I am willing to do anything," Song Yufeng pleaded as he looked at Mr. Song.
"Dad! Please, for the sake of Xiao Li, Xiao Ning, and Xiao Yang, forgive Yufeng this once," pleaded Yang Xin’er from the side.
Mr. Song let out a long sigh and turned his head to look at Song Yufeng. "Do you really know your wrongdoing?"
"Yes, I know I was wrong," Song Yufeng quickly nodded.
"Go to the ancestral hall and kneel for one night. Reflect on your actions these past days. If there is a next time, don’t blame me for not considering father-son affection," Mr. Song warned sternly.
"Thank you, Dad!" Song Yufeng and Yang Xin’er thanked him with surprise.
Mr. Song waved his hand and turned his head away, not paying attention to the two any longer, a faint smile curling up at the corners of his mouth.
Yang Xin’er helped Song Yufeng to his feet, her eyes brimming with joy. Yufeng was unaware that all he had endured today was orchestrated by Mr. Song; truly, the older, the wiser.
Xiao Lan followed the man to the hotel, and the moment she entered the room, she was stunned. Inside, there were two other men looking fierce and threatening.
Startled, she immediately turned around to flee but was stopped by the man who had brought her. "Since you’re here, don’t leave."
"What do you want to do?" Xiao Lan asked, frightened as she looked at the three men. After separating from Zhao Yi, she intended to go home. She had just left the café and, not long after, accidentally bumped into He Xiong. He Xiong laughed it off, saying it was nothing, and asked her for directions to a place, which she gave him.
Out of gratitude, He Xiong invited her to dinner. During the meal, he casually disclosed his wealth, and thinking of Zhao Yi’s need for money, she gradually became friendlier with He Xiong. Only now did she realize that their encounter was not accidental, but premeditated.