Shi Nuan’s answer was completely beyond Song Qingyang’s expectations. After all, she had thought that even if Shi Nuan disregarded the first two reasons, at the very least, when it came to Xiao Chuan, she would have some scruples.

Song Qingyang understood Song Yansheng’s feelings for Shi Nuan, so if she wanted to make Song Yansheng leave Shi Nuan, that was almost impossible.

The only possible way was probably to make Shi Nuan leave Song Yansheng, but was Shi Nuan planning to leave?

This was the question that had always existed in her heart.

Shi Nuan had been engaged to her younger brother Song Yichuan for three years; in her eyes, their relationship was quite good, though that "good" carried a certain distance.

Clearly, they were already engaged, yet the way they got along was more like brother and sister.

But even if it was just like brother and sister, shouldn’t Shi Nuan at least consider her younger brother’s feelings?

"Nuannuan, I remember on the day of Xiao Chuan’s funeral, you told me that what you owed, you would definitely repay. You also said it wouldn’t take long. Don’t tell me those words that day were just you lying to me?"

Shi Nuan’s thin lips moved slightly. Indeed, she had said those words to Song Qingyang.

At that time, she was in utter Despair, no longer planning to continue suffering in this world. She only wanted to use Song Yansheng to complete what she needed to do, then follow Xiao Chuan, her mother, and her grandfather.

But who would have thought that in less than half a year, Song Yansheng would change her.

Now she wanted to live well, to live well together with Song Yansheng.

She had even begun to look forward to that so‑called happy life...

She let out a slow breath and said, "I’m sorry..."

Song Qingyang’s eyes trembled, then she gave a faint smile and said, "Nuannuan, I really did put my faith in the wrong person. And not just me—Xiao Chuan trusted the wrong person too!"

After saying that, Song Qingyang turned and left. Shi Nuan watched her back for a long time without saying a word.

By the time Shi Nuan returned to her seat, only Jiang Ziyuan was left there.

Jiang Ziyuan said, "They just left. They didn’t even bother to say goodbye when they went, especially that Song Qingyang—her face was so dark, like everyone owed her money. But luckily, before they left they paid for the coffee. I even took the chance to ask for another portion of egg tart dessert. It tastes great, do you want to try some?"

...

Song Qingyang clutched her bag and quickly walked out of the café. Shen Jiu’er followed behind, calling out to her the whole way, yet only managed to catch up when they reached the car.

Shen Jiu’er said, "Hey, Qingyang, why are you walking so fast? Don’t tell me you got KO’d by Shi Nuan?"

Song Qingyang’s brows knitted. She cast a glance at Shen Jiu’er, her face growing even uglier.

Shen Jiu’er hurried on, "Hey, don’t take it so much to heart. That girl Shi Nuan—though I haven’t really interacted with her—anyone can see she’s very smart. Think about it: if she weren’t smart, could she have shone so brightly at the Shi Family shareholders’ meeting? It’s not just you—even my brother is now being run in circles by her. So don’t be mad; it’s pointless, isn’t it?"

Song Qingyang said, "How is it pointless? Of course it’s not pointless!"

Shen Jiu’er said, "How is it not? I know you’re upset on your brother’s behalf, but your brother is already... already gone. Shi Nuan is still so young; you can’t expect her to never find anyone for the rest of her life. The problem is just that she found your Second Uncle, Song Yansheng, and that she did it in such a short period of time, right?"

Song Qingyang didn’t speak. That hidden feeling she had for Song Yansheng—not even her best friend Shen Jiu’er knew about it.

It was her own secret, one she had once guarded in complete silence for nineteen years.

But now, this secret had been found out by Yu Dou—that man...

As she was thinking this, her phone suddenly rang in her pocket. Song Qingyang frowned, took out her phone, and looked.

What an annoyance—speak of the devil. The call was actually from Yu Dou.

Song Qingyang picked up and said a "Hello." After that, she didn’t know what Yu Dou said, but her brows furrowed and she said, "What did you say? You want me to come over now? Yu Dou, are you kidding me? It’s the weekend. Can’t you let me rest a little?"

Yu Dou said something else on the other end. Song Qingyang pressed her lips together and finally nodded slightly. "Okay, I understand. Wait for me, I’ll be right there!"

After hanging up, Shen Jiu’er asked, "Is your fiancé looking for you about something?"

Song Qingyang really wasn’t used to, and didn’t even like, that word "fiancé."

But at this moment, she didn’t feel like explaining it all to Shen Jiu’er, so she just said, "Today Yu Dou is playing golf with my dad. He said my dad wants me to go over for a bit. I’ll head out first..."

Shen Jiu’er blinked. "I didn’t drive today. You’re not giving me a ride?"