Liu Yi sighed softly, a look of melancholy in her eyes. Amidst the laughter, Zhang Rong noticed and asked with concern, “Is there something on your mind, Yi Yi?” After a moment of hesitation, Liu Yi’s eyes filled with tears as she softly said, “Godfather, I am just happy. Everything has been chaotic lately, but if it weren’t for the new familial bond you’ve given me, I…” She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears, but one fell nonetheless.
Zhang Rong furrowed his brows, “If there’s something troubling you, tell me, and I’ll make sure to handle it for you.” Liu Yi’s eyes lit up briefly before she sighed again, “My troubles are the hardest to force.” Zhang Rong thought for a moment, then smiled, “I understand. If it’s just a matter of mutual affection, what’s the difficulty? Well, since we’re all here, let’s consider this the first thing I do for my daughter.” He suddenly looked at Song Li and asked, “When will you give my daughter a status, Song Li?”
This question dropped like a bomb, silencing the room as everyone perked up their ears to hear Song Li’s response. Song Li put down his chopsticks and calmly said, “Mr. Zhang is jesting. Song Li is already married. Are you suggesting that Miss Yi should become a concubine? Even if your daughter agrees to such humiliation, I wouldn’t dare to enjoy such a blessing.” It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to Zhang Rong with such a mix of respect and defiance.
Zhang Rong was not offended; instead, he looked at the young man with new interest. “Oh, is that so?” he asked, turning to Liu Yi. Liu Yi hadn’t expected Song Li to say such things and, with a surge of emotion, she bit her lip and said softly, “Li, when Xiaofu handed you the signed divorce papers, I was there too. I understand your consideration for the new Song company by not going public, but what you just said… How can I face Godfather? If you’ve grown tired of me, just say it. And what does that make my sister, Xiaofu, in your eyes, now that she’s with Mr. Fang?”
