Chapter 203:For a Man
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Do you genuinely care about this matter?” Song Fan cast her a cold gaze.
Song Yin detested this reaction the most and exclaimed, “Of course, I care. Why does everything I desire end up in your hands?”
“That’s not what I desire.” Song Fan used her fork to eat a piece of cake. “And your concerns are unwarranted. I won’t reinstate the marriage contract.”
Wang Lu rolled her eyes and remarked, “You may like Fu Nian, but our Song Fan doesn’t. Fu Nian isn’t worthy of her.”
She said this from the bottom of her heart. In her eyes, all the so-called young prodigies were worthless. Fu Nian was just an immature brat to Wang Lu.
In her view, a man should be like her elder brother, capable of handling everything independently without relying on the family.
With this thought in mind, Wang Lu leaned in and said, “Song Fan, have you heard of Wang Jie?”
Before Song Fan could respond, Song Yin interjected, “Stop spouting nonsense here. If Song Fan didn’t like Fu Nian, why would she learn chess?”
Everyone knew that Fu Nian had been passionate about playing chess from a young age. Song Fan had never acquired this skill during her time with the Song Family. However, she had become a chess expert this time
Song Yin didn’t believe there could be a teacher in that remote village who could educate her. She was certain that Song Fan had gone to great lengths to find a teacher, all to please Fu Nian.
Song Fan was on the verge of bursting into laughter. “So, you think that a woman learns things solely to please a man?”
“Isn’t that the case?” Song Yin retorted. “Women will eventually get married. No matter what they learn, it’s all in preparation for their future marriage.”
Song Fan hadn’t expected Song Yin to have such a mindset. She had clearly taken her place as the eldest miss of the Song Family, benefiting from the best education and resources. Yet, her sole ambition seemed to be getting married.
Yongping Village, situated deep in the mountains, was impoverished. Song Fan noticed that many children couldn’t attend school. Although the government had eliminated compulsory education fees, there were still substantial costs associated with books and meals.
Parents, despite their desires, often had to tearfully withdraw their children from school and send them back to work on the farm.
Later, when Song Fan could afford it, she made substantial investments in the village, providing children with the opportunity to receive an education.
In Song Fan’s eyes, education was vital. It wasn’t just about preparing for marriage or survival; it was about personal growth.
Song Fan realized that it was futile to argue with Song Yin. Her thinking was deeply entrenched, and she seemed content with it.
She picked up her plate and rose to leave, saying, “You can think whatever you want.”
Song Yin quickly halted her, insisting that Song Fan make a promise. “You can’t leave. You must promise me that you won’t be with Fu Nian.”
Song Fan’s patience had reached its limit. She put down the plate and locked eyes with Song Yin. “Why should I make that promise?”
Wang Lu snorted. “Indeed, Song Fan can make her own choices.”
However, Song Yin remained resolute, refusing to step aside, and persisted in demanding a response from Song Fan.
Upon being convinced that she wouldn’t move, Song Fan reached out and pulled her by the waist, tossing her onto the sofa behind her. She opted for the simplest way to resolve the issue.
“Song Fan, do you think Song Ting will always stand by your side?” Song Yin continued, unfazed. “The evidence of your poisoning is undeniable. Investigating it a hundred times won’t change anything. Moreover, the anniversary of your mother’s death is approaching. When Dad returns, you’ll see yourself out of the Song residence.”
Song Yin’s arrogance stemmed from her understanding of Song Yi, who had been married to Meng Yu for years.
She knew that Song Yi was still devoted to his deceased wife, Yu Wan, and harbored resentment toward Song Fan for Yu Wan’s death. So, for all these years, he had ignored Song Fan. However, with Song Yi’s return, Song Fan would undoubtedly be forced to leave.
In Song Yin’s eyes, as long as she had Song Yi’s support, the opinions of Song Ting and others didn’t matter.
Song Fan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Song Yin seemed unconcerned about the Song Family’s fate.
“If you utter one more word, I’ll post all your chat records with that boss online,” Song Fan said with a smile. “I mean everything.”
Song Yin froze in place. Her chat history with Eric contained many explicit and suggestive messages. If they were made public, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
“Why do you have a chat record?” Song Yin was incredulous, thinking that the post was only a small part of it.
Song Fan retrieved her phone and waved it in front of her. “I have my methods. Of course, you can also wager on whether I possess those chat records or not.”
Chapter 203:For a Man
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Do you genuinely care about this matter?” Song Fan cast her a cold gaze.
Song Yin detested this reaction the most and exclaimed, “Of course, I care. Why does everything I desire end up in your hands?”
“That’s not what I desire.” Song Fan used her fork to eat a piece of cake. “And your concerns are unwarranted. I won’t reinstate the marriage contract.”
Wang Lu rolled her eyes and remarked, “You may like Fu Nian, but our Song Fan doesn’t. Fu Nian isn’t worthy of her.”
She said this from the bottom of her heart. In her eyes, all the so-called young prodigies were worthless. Fu Nian was just an immature brat to Wang Lu.
In her view, a man should be like her elder brother, capable of handling everything independently without relying on the family.
With this thought in mind, Wang Lu leaned in and said, “Song Fan, have you heard of Wang Jie?”
Before Song Fan could respond, Song Yin interjected, “Stop spouting nonsense here. If Song Fan didn’t like Fu Nian, why would she learn chess?”
Everyone knew that Fu Nian had been passionate about playing chess from a young age. Song Fan had never acquired this skill during her time with the Song Family. However, she had become a chess expert this time
Song Yin didn’t believe there could be a teacher in that remote village who could educate her. She was certain that Song Fan had gone to great lengths to find a teacher, all to please Fu Nian.
Song Fan was on the verge of bursting into laughter. “So, you think that a woman learns things solely to please a man?”
“Isn’t that the case?” Song Yin retorted. “Women will eventually get married. No matter what they learn, it’s all in preparation for their future marriage.”
Song Fan hadn’t expected Song Yin to have such a mindset. She had clearly taken her place as the eldest miss of the Song Family, benefiting from the best education and resources. Yet, her sole ambition seemed to be getting married.
Yongping Village, situated deep in the mountains, was impoverished. Song Fan noticed that many children couldn’t attend school. Although the government had eliminated compulsory education fees, there were still substantial costs associated with books and meals.
Parents, despite their desires, often had to tearfully withdraw their children from school and send them back to work on the farm.
Later, when Song Fan could afford it, she made substantial investments in the village, providing children with the opportunity to receive an education.
In Song Fan’s eyes, education was vital. It wasn’t just about preparing for marriage or survival; it was about personal growth.
Song Fan realized that it was futile to argue with Song Yin. Her thinking was deeply entrenched, and she seemed content with it.
She picked up her plate and rose to leave, saying, “You can think whatever you want.”
Song Yin quickly halted her, insisting that Song Fan make a promise. “You can’t leave. You must promise me that you won’t be with Fu Nian.”
Song Fan’s patience had reached its limit. She put down the plate and locked eyes with Song Yin. “Why should I make that promise?”
Wang Lu snorted. “Indeed, Song Fan can make her own choices.”
However, Song Yin remained resolute, refusing to step aside, and persisted in demanding a response from Song Fan.
Upon being convinced that she wouldn’t move, Song Fan reached out and pulled her by the waist, tossing her onto the sofa behind her. She opted for the simplest way to resolve the issue.
“Song Fan, do you think Song Ting will always stand by your side?” Song Yin continued, unfazed. “The evidence of your poisoning is undeniable. Investigating it a hundred times won’t change anything. Moreover, the anniversary of your mother’s death is approaching. When Dad returns, you’ll see yourself out of the Song residence.”
Song Yin’s arrogance stemmed from her understanding of Song Yi, who had been married to Meng Yu for years.
She knew that Song Yi was still devoted to his deceased wife, Yu Wan, and harbored resentment toward Song Fan for Yu Wan’s death. So, for all these years, he had ignored Song Fan. However, with Song Yi’s return, Song Fan would undoubtedly be forced to leave.
In Song Yin’s eyes, as long as she had Song Yi’s support, the opinions of Song Ting and others didn’t matter.
Song Fan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Song Yin seemed unconcerned about the Song Family’s fate.
“If you utter one more word, I’ll post all your chat records with that boss online,” Song Fan said with a smile. “I mean everything.”
Song Yin froze in place. Her chat history with Eric contained many explicit and suggestive messages. If they were made public, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
“Why do you have a chat record?” Song Yin was incredulous, thinking that the post was only a small part of it.
Song Fan retrieved her phone and waved it in front of her. “I have my methods. Of course, you can also wager on whether I possess those chat records or not.”
