"Song Lihan, when Yingqing was left with only a breath, walking out of the Song Family, she no longer owed you, nor the Song Family."
Nan Yu’s eyes reddened, and anger rose in her heart.
"If anyone owes anything, it is you, the Song Family’s illegitimate son, and your mother who owe her, leaving her homeless and barely clinging to that last breath to survive until now."
The thought of Yingqing, her body covered in wounds, blood spilling from her mouth as she collapsed into Nan Yu’s arms, saying she was finally free,
Made Nan Yu’s eyes burn with unshed tears.
Song Lihan sneered, his gaze growing even colder than before.
"Sever ties? As long as she bears the Song surname, she will always belong to the Song Family. Even in death, she would be a ghost of the Song Family, one who must return to it."
Having said that, he no longer paid attention to Nan Yu and promptly left the place.
Nan Yu watched him strut away with the confidence of a madman. Recalling his attempt to see Yingqing two days ago, a sense of panic crept into her heart.
She forced herself to calm down, turned to Qi Ming, and said, "Uncle Qi, I’m going out for a while, no need to wait for me to come back for dinner."
She quickly stepped out and hailed a taxi, heading straight for Yingqing’s home.
Nanny Wang, who was halfway through cooking, chased after her, "Young Madam, the young master will be home soon. Where are you going? Why not wait for the young master to return and we can discuss this over dinner..."
Before she could finish, the taxi disappeared from her sight.
Immediately afterward, a low-profile luxury car pulled up in front of Nanny Wang.
As the rear car window slowly rolled down, it revealed a face of refined elegance and the indifferent voice emerged.
"Nanny Wang, what are you doing?"
Clutching her spatula, Nanny Wang stiffened and, turning to face Huo Juanyan’s frosty gaze, her heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly explained.
"Young master, I was trying to bring the Young Madam back to eat, but she left in such a hurry, I couldn’t stop her."
Huo Juanyan had a faint recollection of the taxi he just saw, having caught a distant glimpse of her figure as she got into the car.
"Let her go where she pleases, don’t bother with her."
Xia Xing stepped out from the driver’s seat, walked around to the rear, and opened the car door to wheel out Juanyan’s wheelchair.
Before he could speak, Huo Juanyan spoke first, "Since she’s not at home, then forget it, Xia Xing, let’s head back to the office."
Nanny Wang, distressed to see Huo Juanyan leave without even stepping through the family door, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, unable to speak for a long moment.
Then Qi Ming appeared from the back, his hands cradling a bunch of bright and vibrant violets.
"Young master, these were handpicked and wrapped by the Young Madam herself for you—perhaps you can take them back to the office."
Huo Juanyan was about to refuse, but Xia Xing preempted his reaction by taking the flowers.
"The Young Madam is truly deft and thoughtful; she has wrapped these flowers beautifully."
Huo Juanyan narrowed his eyes, staring at Xia Xing.
Xia Xing hung an uglier smile than crying, pleading with his eyes for Huo Juanyan not to reject the gift.
Huo Juanyan diverted his gaze, remaining silent.
Xia Xing quickly placed the bouquet next to him, then returned to the driver’s seat, poking his head out to Qi Ming and Nanny Wang, "I’ll be heading back to the office with President Huo now."
Qi Ming smiled and nodded, then said to Huo Juanyan, "Young master, take care on the road."
Nanny Wang didn’t forget to add, "Young master, when you’re not busy, remember to come home more often. The Young Madam is too pitiful, staying alone in this empty house."