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Chapter 32 Mr. Chen, We Meet Again
"What are you saying? You're my dad, if I don't worry about you, who will I worry about?"

Song Youan pursed her lips and sighed, "Dad, if you ask me, you were too quick to give me this house."

Song Qi wanted to explain, but his daughter continued, "I know you were heartbroken by the old lady and want to return the house to her, but I still feel unhappy."

This house was only worth a little over 100,000 yuan when I bought it more than 20 years ago, but now the house prices in Jinghai City have increased dozens of times. Don't be fooled by the fact that this old, dilapidated house has a terrible location and environment; it could easily fetch several million yuan now.

As Yan Fei said, every inch of land in Jinghai City is incredibly valuable.

“If you want a clean break, you have to give it cleanly.” Song Qi said, “Dad knows you’ve been thinking this way for a long time. It’s been a thorn in my side, but today I finally understand. Sooner or later, this was bound to happen.”

"Can you really cut ties completely?" Song Youan asked.

She had always thought her father was a soft-hearted person. These people didn't even come to her mother's funeral, saying it was bad luck for the family business. She had never understood why her father could tolerate such things until today, so she was uncertain about it now.

Song Qi paused in his work, then said in a low voice, "Dad knows you've complained about me too, but I don't know how to explain this. I always feel a bit of hope, trying to understand them."

"But today Dad is really tired and really can't understand it."

He turned to look at his daughter and said calmly, "Is it normal for someone who's short of money to come to our house? Your eldest uncle is the richest, and your second uncle isn't bad either. They own several houses. Why are they only targeting our house?"

He shook his head, chuckling softly. "They didn't even consider what I would do afterward. They even asked me to help them get a mortgage loan from the bank. I won't take on debt for your second uncle. If he wants the house, I'll give it to him."

Hearing her father say this, Song Youan felt a little relieved.

"Dad, I will make sure you live a good life," Song Youan said softly to her father.

Song Qi smiled: "Dad knows you're filial. Dad's life is pretty good now."

As he spoke, he glanced towards the living room and asked, "What's the deal with this kid? I've never heard you mention him before."

“Friend, don’t make wild guesses,” Song Youan said.

"A friend?" Song Qi smiled and nodded. "Sure, having a female friend is fine too. She looks a bit fierce, but she's quite upright. Was she in the military?"

"You have a good eye." Song Youan laughed as well: "But don't be in such a hurry, this is just friendship."

"Dad's not in a hurry. You're still so young, you just graduated. But Dad's here to say, if you're really in a relationship, bring it home for Dad to meet."

"Stop talking to me, you should hurry up and find someone yourself." Song Youan took the initiative and raised her hand: "I also want to say that I don't object to you finding love again in your old age. It's fashionable for the elderly to fall in love these days. Didn't Grandma Li upstairs find a partner last year?"

"You're kidding me!" Song Qi glared at her daughter. "Your Grandma Li's husband just passed away from a brain hemorrhage last month."

"what?"

"Besides, how old is your dad to be having an 'old age romance'? I'm only 42, what do you mean I'm 'looking pretty in my old age'?"

“Yes, you’re a golden bachelor, a diamond bachelor.” Song You’an smiled as she looked her father up and down. “But Dad, you have to admit, you’re really handsome. These days, the ‘uncle’ culture is all the rage in the entertainment industry. If you were thrown in there, you’d be the best-looking guy in the world.”

The sounds of laughter and conversation coming from the kitchen completely stunned Yan Fei.

They've lost their house, how can these two still be laughing? It's like what just happened is all in the past.

But then I thought about it again, and it makes sense. Song Youan is so rich, she probably wouldn't care about this old, run-down place.

After dinner, Yan Fei drove Song You'an home. As the car drove away from the city and towards the remote western suburbs, he understood why Song You'an wanted to get a driver's license and buy a car.

"Why do you live so far away?" Yan Fei asked. Song You'an, while checking job applicants' resumes in her email on her phone, casually replied, "My aunt left them to me when she passed away."

The car slowly stopped in front of the villa. Song You'an sent the address of the staff dormitory to Yan Fei and told him to come pick her up at the villa at nine o'clock sharp the next morning.

Yan Fei nodded in agreement and sped off.

She stayed up until the early hours of the morning to finish reading all the resumes and then sent interview invitations to the ones she thought were pretty good.

The interview will be held tomorrow at 2 PM.

The location was chosen directly at the coffee shop on the first floor of the Lanting Club.

The next morning, she went to the Huafei Industrial Park again, where a young man in a casual suit was already waiting downstairs.

"Brother!"

Upon seeing Fang Che, Song You'an waved to him from afar.

"Yuzuan!"

Approaching Fang Che, Song You'an looked him over before saying, "You had liposuction? How come you've lost so much weight?"

"Nonsense, can't I lose weight through exercise?" Fang Che said, "I'm getting married soon, and my sister-in-law thinks I look bulky in shirts, so I've been working on it for two months. How about that? Isn't the effect obvious?"

"Yes, the power of love."

After introducing Yan Fei to him, she finally got to the point: "Senior brother, don't always say I don't contact you. When something good happens, you're the first person I think of."

Fang Che was her senior from the same university, but they graduated from different majors. Fang Che studied architectural design and after graduation, he and several classmates started a design company with a wide range of businesses.

Fang Che himself is a genius in interior design. Before he even graduated, his design work was bought out by a five-star hotel abroad, earning him his first pot of gold.

Therefore, Fang Che was the first person I thought of for the interior design of my studio.

“When you first told me this, I thought you were joking. You’an, this Huafei Industrial Park isn’t cheap. The rent alone must be at least a million a year,” Fang Che asked.

They had a good relationship since they were in school, and Fang Che knew Song You'an quite well, including her family situation.

So when she suddenly opened her own studio, the only thing Fang Che could think of was the extra start-up funds her aunt had left her and the copyright fees that Fashion Whirl paid her, which must have been quite high.

"None of that matters, the important thing is that you have to give me a discount!" Song Youan said jokingly, avoiding the other party's question.

Her personality hadn't changed. Fang Che laughed when he heard this: "How could I possibly make more money off you? As long as you don't make me lose money and give my partner an explanation, I'll work for you for free."

"That won't do. As a rising star in the industry, you need to maintain your value. Working for free would be a huge loss of your worth."

As he was speaking, the elevator door opened.

Four people were standing outside the door. The man in the middle was taken aback when he saw Song You'an, and after two seconds he blurted out in surprise, "Miss Song?"

Song Youan blinked at Chen Fei, then smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, we meet again."

(End of this chapter)