201: There won't be a fight.

Song Yuan came back to his senses and sighed,

"I heard that Madam Ji's third son died early, leaving behind an orphan and a widow. I can understand her doting on Ji Li a bit more, but it's excessive to use another son as a subsidy.

She's also a woman, and she has a mother and sisters, so how can she treat her own granddaughter so differently? As an outsider, I feel wronged for Ji Qingxue."

On Gu Shiyu's phone, Ji Qingxue replied that Gu Shiyu's driver had already taken her back to the villa area, but she hadn't returned to that house yet.

Her parents weren't there, and she didn't want to go back.

So, she simply asked the driver to stop and waited for Song Yuan and the others on the street.

The number of vehicles on the road decreased at night, and there was no traffic jam.

Song Yuan's car drove back to Peninsula Villa, just ahead was the Ji family's Thirteenth Courtyard. Song Yuan saw his wife's car parked under a tree, and Ji Qingxue was leaning against it, looking at her own house's courtyard.

The main building, usually filled with laughter, was now dark and silent.

Meanwhile, the building where Old Lady lived was brightly lit, and from where they stood, they could see two shadows projected on the study window: one was Old Lady, and the other was Ji Li.

Ji Qingxue still felt a pang of sadness.

Song Yuan honked the horn, and Ji Qingxue looked up.

Gu Shiyu rolled down the car window and called out,

"Let's go, Qingxue, come back to my place first."

Ji Qingxue returned to the car, and the two Maybachs drove into the Nineteen Courtyard's underground garage one after another.

After parking the cars, the three of them took the elevator upstairs together.

Ji Qingxue looked utterly exhausted, as if her spirit had been drained.

Gu Shiyu couldn't help but comfort her,

"Qingxue, don't worry yet. We talked a lot with President Ji, and things aren't as bad as you think. Your father already made arrangements!"

Ji Qingxue's eyes widened suddenly,

"My father knows everything?"

Gu Shiyu nodded,

"If President Ji were as fragile as you imagine, how could he manage such a large conglomerate and expand his business so much?"

Ji Qingxue said anxiously,

"I was afraid his heart couldn't take it, so I didn't dare mention any of these troubling things to him."

"Don't be too anxious. If you have any thoughts, communicate more with your family. What President Ji is most worried about right now isn't the company, but your safety. He has entrusted you to us.

Don't go back to your own home these next few days; move in and stay with us.

Everything can wait until your father is discharged from the hospital. It's only two days, and he definitely won't let you be bullied for nothing."

Ji Qingxue looked at Gu Shiyu, then at Song Yuan,

"Will I be bothering you?"

Song Yuan said with a smile,

"No, but Gu Shiyuan is also here, so it's fine as long as you don't find him annoying."

On the way, Gu Shiyu had already called the servants and asked them to prepare a guest room for the young girl.

When the three of them arrived home, things were being moved upstairs. Gu Shiyuan was directing several aunts in the house, bustling in and out of the two rooms across the hall, busy as could be.

Gu Shiyu looked up and asked,

"What are you doing?"

Gu Shiyuan leaned against the wall with a cool demeanor and didn't reply. The nanny said,

"Young Master said that room wasn't comfortable to live in, so he wants to move to the one across the hall and give the... the not-so-good one to Miss Ji."

Gu Shiyuan glared at the nanny and blurted out two words,

"Loose lips!"

Gu Shiyu suppressed a laugh. He was clearly giving up the better room. When would this tsundere finally manage to get a girlfriend? His words were harder than anything.

The room he lived in was the best guest room, with good lighting and the largest area.

Gu Shiyu explained to Ji Qingxue,

"That room has the best lighting, it's suitable for a girl."

Song Yuan squeezed his wife's palm and whispered,

"Don't expose him, let the kid save some face."

Gu Shiyu didn't bring it up again. Upstairs, the vacated room was basically tidied up.

Gu Shiyuan's belongings had all been moved to the room across the hall, scattered haphazardly on the floor, with several servants helping to tidy up.

Song Yuan and Gu Shiyu escorted Ji Qingxue into the room. As the mistress of the house, Gu Shiyu couldn't help but give a few more instructions,

"We're upstairs. You two get along peacefully, and if you need anything, you can come upstairs to find me. I'll have someone send some new clothes for you to change into later. Our body types are similar, so my clothes should fit you."

Ji Qingxue nodded,

"Thank you, Gu Shiyu."

Song Yuan and Gu Shiyu went upstairs. After closing the door, Gu Shiyu asked,

"Do you think they won't start fighting?"

Song Yuan laughed,

"Are you worried about your brother or Ji Qingxue?"

"Of course I'm worried about Ji Qingxue. It's the little girl's first time at our house, and my brother has no filter. He just says unpleasant things.

If they really fight, the little girl will be at a disadvantage!"

Song Yuan said,

"Then you can rest assured. If they really fight, your brother, with one leg, will definitely be the one getting beaten."

After a busy day, Song Yuan went to the bathroom to help Gu Shiyu draw a bath. A hot bath would relieve fatigue, and this Qingming holiday was officially over; work would resume tomorrow.

Downstairs.

Gu Shiyuan's room was mostly tidied up, with only some of his live-streaming equipment remaining. Fearing the servants might damage it, he sent them out and arranged it himself.

Gu Shiyuan recently opened an account on a certain platform out of boredom and started live-streaming games.

He had live-streamed before, the kind where he didn't show his face. This time, he was playing a game he had helped develop, appearing openly on camera.

He had only been streaming for ten-plus days, and his follower count had already reached six digits, with female followers making up the majority.

Gu Shiyuan set up his equipment, deliberately leaving the room door open, in case someone looked for him and felt awkward about knocking.

He glanced outside; there was no movement, so he started logging into the game.

Gu Shiyuan hadn't gone to work at Fengxue Entertainment recently, and the game had added many new features after several iterations.

He tried various playstyles and had already become familiar with all the new features in the past few days.

The live stream started, and the number of viewers in the live stream room gradually increased.

Gu Shiyuan bought some equipment and continued to farm monsters. Before he even finished fighting one monster, a friend's co-op request appeared at the top of his phone screen.

Gu Shiyuan's hand paused as he looked at the game name, which was a hero, SNOW, Snow.

Gu Shiyuan looked back suspiciously over his shoulder. The opposite bedroom door was tightly closed. When he came back to his senses, he had already been killed by the monster.

The comment section was filled with mockery:

"Did a succubus come? The streamer's soul has been hooked away."

"Streamer, you're so bad! You can't even kill a monster. With this skill level, you dare to carry girls? Tell the girl to find me; I'll carry her to higher ranks!"

"Winning or losing doesn't matter; we're here to see your face anyway. It would be even better if you could show off your abs. Go, Long Aotian!"

...

Gu Shiyuan clicked on the friend's co-op request above, and instantly, the live stream screen turned into two small figures.

The other player was a female character, wearing top-tier attire, glowing as she stood there, making Gu Shiyuan look like a poor loser.

The live stream room exploded:

"She's here, she's here, the rich girl is here! Long Aotian is about to be taken advantage of. Sisters, protect our streamer, don't let the little succubus hook him away."

"Let's start a crowdfunding campaign to support our man! You all send me money, and I'll send gifts for you to help us get some equipment for our Long Aotian!"

"Long Aotian doesn't actually have a girlfriend, does he?"