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Chapter 31 Severing ties
Song Youan didn't give the other party any face from the moment she opened her mouth.

He used to show off in front of his father and me every day, looking down on everyone, but today he actually came to their house to ask for the house.
"You want us to use our own houses to help you get a loan? Even carbon-based life forms wouldn't think of such a thing!" Song You'an laughed angrily, ignoring Guo Wanfang's ashen face, and asked, "Still so self-righteous? Aren't you ashamed?"

“You’an, your second uncle has to correct you. Your second uncle is borrowing, not asking for,” Song Feng said.

Song Youan turned to look at him. Her second uncle was usually the most cunning, glib, and eloquent. Who knows what kind of spell he had cast on the old lady to lure her to their door.

"Borrow? That's really rare. My second uncle's family is so big and powerful, yet he's actually asking us for something one day."

With that, Song Youan scoffed, "If you can't borrow it, borrow from whoever you want."

The old lady immediately objected: "Do you think you can have the final say? I bought this house in the first place!"

Song Qi slowly raised his head to look at the old lady, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

This house was indeed bought by the elderly couple for his wedding years ago, but all three sons have one, while his is the one in the most remote location, the smallest in size, and the cheapest in price.

"Mom, this is the only house I have left. Do you really want to take it back?" Song Qi asked, staring at the old lady.

His tone was calm, revealing no emotion, but Song Youan could sense the tremor in his voice.

She felt sorry for them, which deepened her hatred for them even further.

"mom……"

Song Feng called out to the old lady in an almost pleading tone, as if he had suddenly flipped a switch on something within her.

The old lady raised her head, deliberately avoiding Song Qi's gaze and looking out the window: "Yes, I want it back. I'll have your second brother return it to you after he closes this deal."

Song Qi suddenly smiled and then nodded gently.

“Okay, this house was bought by you and Dad. If you want to take it back, then I'll return it to you.”

As he spoke, he stood up. Song You'an tried to approach him, but he only raised his hand and said, "It's alright, You'an, Dad's alright."

He dragged his feet into the inner room, and after a while came out with the property certificate in his hand and stopped in front of the old lady: "Here you go."

Song Youan watched, this time she neither spoke nor stopped him, because she vaguely sensed her father's intention: he was severing ties with everyone in the Song family.

And that's what she hoped for.

She and her father no longer had a place in the Song family. She knew this when she was seven years old, at her mother's funeral, when none of the Song family members were present.

My father has struggled all these years trying to grasp at that elusive family bond, and today he has finally seen it clearly.

Seemingly surprised that Song Qi would produce the property certificate so readily, the old lady was momentarily stunned, and an indescribable emotion flashed through her mind.

Seeing this, Song Feng stepped forward and took the property certificate, beaming with joy: "It really has to be a brother, Third Brother, don't worry, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qi interrupted him: "You don't need to return it. It was given to you by your parents; it wasn't originally mine."

"Mom," Song Qi said softly, looking at the old lady, "You'an and I won't be going back anymore. You don't have anything else left with me, so please don't come looking for me anymore. I'll transfer your monthly alimony via WeChat, and the rest..."

At this point, Song Qi's eyes reddened. He didn't continue speaking, but instead turned and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Why is the third brother saying such hurtful things?" Seeing this, Song Feng quickly said, "Mom, it's okay. I'll talk to him later. He's acting like he's cutting ties with us."

The old lady felt no remorse; instead, she was quite angry at Song Qi's words.

"You unfilial son! You're such an unfilial son! You don't even recognize me as your mother anymore!" The old lady wailed, and Song Feng and his wife quickly stepped forward to comfort her.

Song Youan looked at them coldly and said, "Stop making so much noise, take your things and get out of here!"

At those words, everyone fell silent. Song Feng looked at Song You'an and said, "You'an, you've gone too far. How could you do this..."

"Get out!" Song Youan interrupted Song Feng and said it again coldly.

"Did I give you face?"

Song Feng's expression turned angry, and he was about to step forward when a figure blocked his way.

Yan Fei's face was gloomy and his expression was terrifying, so much so that Song Feng couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Who...who are you?"

Yan Fei's cold gaze, coupled with his innate fierce appearance, extinguished Song Feng's anger in just one glance.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to get out?" Yan Fei said, helping Song Youan to shoo them away.

Song Feng, with his small frame, looked like a little chick standing in front of Yan Fei. How could he dare to really provoke him? He swallowed hard, timidly avoiding Yan Fei's gaze, and turned to pull the old lady up, saying, "Let's go, Mom. They don't welcome us."

The old woman wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes: "What sins have I committed to raise such an unfilial son..."

As soon as they stepped out the door, Yan Fei stepped forward and closed the door without saying a word.

A warm sensation came from her hand, and when Song You'an looked down, she found that it was the puppy in her arms licking her.

"Are you okay?"

Yan Fei stepped forward and asked. He had been standing at the door listening the whole time, and although he was an outsider, he understood even such a simple thing.

However, every family has its own problems, and although he had doubts, he naturally didn't want to ask about the specific reasons.

Song Youan shook her head and was about to go see her father when the bedroom door opened.

Song Qi came out, smiled at Song You'an, and asked, "They're gone?"

"Mm." Song Youan nodded and stepped forward to hand him the puppy in her arms: "Dad, I bought you a Schnauzer."

"Thank you, girl." Song Qi smiled and accepted the dog, as if nothing had happened. He held the dog and looked at Yan Fei: "Hello, young man."

"Hello, Uncle, my name is Yan Fei." Yan Fei greeted him quickly, a smile appearing on his face.

"Dad, this is my friend."

Song Qi nodded, but his gaze never left Yan Fei. This was the first male friend that Song You'an had brought home, so as a father, he naturally had to pay close attention to him.

"Then stay for dinner. I just bought some groceries when I came back."

Yan Fei looked at Song You'an, seemingly intending to listen to her opinion.

Seeing Song Youan nod, he said, "Okay, thank you, Uncle."

Before long, the sounds of busy activity came from the kitchen. The little dog wobbled around the house, and Yan Fei sat alone on the sofa, listening intently to the sounds coming from the kitchen.

Song Youan leaned against the kitchen doorway watching her father crack eggs and asked, "After the house is transferred, why don't you move in with me first?"

"Forget it, if I stay at your place I don't have to go to work, so don't worry about me, I'll figure it out myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he poured the egg mixture into the pot, and the aroma immediately filled the room.

(End of this chapter)