113: Chapter 113 Song Yuan, are you Teddy?!

Wang Jincai's composure began to crumble, and he shouted at the judge,

"I didn't act on my own initiative! Li Mingqi also gave me the money to buy Fengxue Entertainment's code. This whole thing was orchestrated by him!"

Li Mingqi replied, unperturbed,

"I orchestrated you? I gave you money? Can you show the judge a transfer record?"

Wang Jincai's palms were sweating. He instantly understood that when they first discussed this matter, Li Mingqi had already been wary of him. He had given him cash, not a transfer.

He couldn't produce any transfer records from Li Mingqi to prove his innocence.

It seemed he was stuck with this loss.

On the plaintiff's side, Song Yuan and Lu Chi watched the drama unfold with relaxed expressions, as the opposing side had already started a dog-eat-dog internal conflict.

The unfortunate thing this time was that Li Mingqi, that old fox, had kept a trick up his sleeve, making it difficult to bring him down. All the blame was now on Wang Jincai.

After the court session, Lu Chi took the legal team back to the company, while Song Yuan leaned against his car door, smoking a cigarette.

Feeling steady footsteps, Song Yuan looked up and saw Liang Kuan walking over.

Liang Kuan was still as gloomy as he had been in school.

"Song Yuan, you shouldn't treat her like this. If you don't love her, don't hurt her."

Song Yuan curled his lips and exhaled a puff of smoke,

"What, you feel bad for her? Lin Xueyao is single now, so you finally have a chance. She just had an abortion. If you go to her now, maybe she'll agree to be with you."

Lin Xueyao used to be the campus belle of the Communication University across from their school. Liang Kuan pursued her for four years, delivering her milk tea for four years, celebrating her birthday for four years, and holding umbrellas for her for four years, yet he never won the goddess's heart.

After graduating from university, Lin Xueyao immediately got together with Song Yuan and began living together.

Liang Kuan had harbored hatred for Song Yuan for a long time.

Upon hearing Song Yuan's words, his heart felt as if it had been tightly squeezed, aching with pain.

His goddess, whom he had liked for so many years, was treated that way by another man, and it hurt like a knife plunged into his chest.

Liang Kuan threw a punch at Song Yuan,

"Song Yuan, you bastard! You owe Yaoyao, you'll owe her for your whole life!"

Song Yuan steadily caught his fist, making Liang Kuan miss,

"Buddy, don't talk nonsense. I owe her? Ask us what happened between us before you speak. I don't owe her anything!

You're protecting the wrong person. You should be at the hospital right now, attending to her in her ward while she recovers. Once she's out of her recovery period, maybe she'll agree to be with you."

Liang Kuan's eyes were red with fury, showing how much he still cared for Lin Xueyao after all these years.

Song Yuan wasn't one to bully others. His breakup with Lin Xueyao was complete, and he wouldn't be so petty as to kick a woman while she was down, especially given her current situation.

If Liang Kuan was willing to take over now, that was fine by him.

Song Yuan had Liang Kuan's WeChat, which he had added back in school. Although they hadn't kept in touch, he hadn't deleted him.

He sent Lin Xueyao's ward number to Liang Kuan,

"This is her ward. If you really feel bad for her, you should go look after her. Getting angry at me is useless."

Liang Kuan calmed the anger in his chest, his jawline tense.

Song Yuan patted his shoulder,

"It's time to test if your love is true."

Song Yuan got into the car.

Today was Friday. Shiyu said she would take him back to the Old Residence to formally meet her family. Song Yuan drove towards Shiyu's company to pick her up.

Song Yuan had already prepared the gift for Old Lady.

Having met her briefly twice in Gu Shiyuan's hospital room, his impression of Old Lady was that she was a shrewd and highly emotionally intelligent person.

The elderly woman, in her seventies, was still robust.

Shiyu had mentioned that Old Lady enjoyed playing mahjong.

Song Yuan bought a set of jade mahjong tiles from a famous jade store in Beijing. They were smooth and lustrous to the touch, with a translucent color, made of excellent white jade, costing him a full eight hundred thousand yuan.

In addition, he bought some tonics suitable for the elderly.

Shiyu had done so much for him, and Old Lady was the only elder in Shiyu's family, so Song Yuan wouldn't feel bad about spending money on this.

Song Yuan's car stopped in front of Hengyue Building, and he called Shiyu. While waiting for her, he scrolled through his phone.

Song Yuan's WeChat had been added to the family group by Shiyu.

Gu Shiyuan asked in the group,

"@Brother-in-law, when are you coming back? Dinner is almost ready!"

Song Yuan replied,

"Picking up your sister. If there's no traffic, about twenty minutes."

As soon as the message was sent, Shiyu walked out of the building in high heels.

After revealing her identity, Shiyu had no inhibitions whatsoever in front of Song Yuan.

She opened the passenger door and sat in, leaning towards the driver's seat.

Smack—

Shiyu kissed Song Yuan on the cheek, not holding back her praise,

"President Song looks very handsome today, like a groom!"

Song Yuan was dressed very formally today. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his physique was already good-looking. Today, he wore a black suit and a tie, which made him look even more handsome.

Song Yuan kissed her cheek in return,

"Shall I make you the bride tonight?"

Shiyu's expression froze slightly, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Song Yuan, be serious! Talking nonsense in broad daylight, aren't you ashamed...?"

Song Yuan, being a big man, had no reservations about talking in front of his wife. He simply disregarded his pride, and teasing her was one of Song Yuan's great pleasures.

He loved to see her elegant face turn red from his teasing. One minute she was a domineering female CEO, the next she was his shy, beautiful wife in front of him. This huge contrast made Song Yuan feel exhilarated.

Song Yuan looked at his wife, his desire completely unconcealed in his eyes,

"Shiyu, after dinner tonight, will we stay over, or go back to our own little home?"

Shiyu replied,

"We'll see then. Old Lady might want to keep us to play mahjong. Before, it was just the three of us, Old Lady and grandchildren, so we were short one player. Now that you're here to fill that spot, I guess she won't let us leave easily.

If it gets late, we'll just sleep at the Old Residence. It's my room anyway."

Mentioning the room, Song Yuan couldn't help but curve his lips, gently pinching her earlobe,

"I want to battle three hundred rounds on your childhood bed."

Shiyu: ...

Her cheeks had only been a little red just now, but now they were red all the way to her earlobes.

Shiyu liked his little tricks, but she couldn't bring herself to talk about such things as normal conversation in broad daylight.

"Song Yuan, you...!"

Shiyu saw his wallet, which he had casually placed on the center console. She pouted playfully,

"Confiscated!"

Song Yuan looked at her, smiling without a word.

Shiyu casually opened his wallet, as if trying to find something to do to ease her embarrassment. But as soon as she opened it, she saw words like 'ultra-thin' and 'ribbed'.

Shiyu counted, and he actually had three of them in his wallet.

Shiyu was speechless,

"Song Yuan, are you a poodle?"