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Chapter 85 Even if it burned, it couldn't have burned this fast, right?

The rain came quickly and went quickly.

A hint of dampness lingered in the air, finally bringing a touch of coolness to the sultry July weather.

"Remember, life is of the essence."

Song Youan kept hearing Xin Xiangyu's last words of advice, and she couldn't help but feel alarmed. Could it be that she would really be killed because of doing business in Da Zhao?
Although the other party didn't press me further, I can't deny that their statement was well-intentioned and not an exaggeration.

It seems I need to be more careful in the future.

Back at the villa, Song Youan picked up her phone to check messages. To her surprise, today was unusually quiet. Apart from Mu Zi asking if she was free to have dinner together tomorrow, no one had sent her any messages.

Upon seeing the word "dinner," Song Youan felt a surge of hunger and belatedly realized that she hadn't eaten a single bite of food all day.

"Dad, I'm going home for dinner tonight. I want braised chicken."

Song Youan leisurely lay on the sofa and called her father. She glanced at the time and asked, "What time do you get off work today?"

"Yuan, I have something to do. Why don't you eat by yourself today?"

Song Qi responded in a low voice, which made Song You'an feel a little strange.

Normally, her father would be overjoyed whenever she mentioned coming home for dinner, and he had never refused her. What was strange was that the auto repair shop where her father worked was usually very noisy, and she could always hear a lot of background noise when she called him during his work hours, but today it was unusually quiet.

Song You'an, with her keen senses, noticed something was amiss. She sat up and asked, "You didn't go to work today?"

"I'm at work," Song Qi said. "Something came up, so I'm not at the factory right now."

"Then where did you go?" Song Youan pressed.

"I do not……"

Song Qi wanted to explain, but another voice interrupted from the other end of the phone: "Is it You An? Have her come over, I'll talk to her myself."

Song Youan immediately recognized the voice as belonging to the old lady.

"Dad, what's going on? Why are you with them? Didn't we agree not to contact each other anymore?" Song Youan asked anxiously, her tone somewhat indignant.

After returning the house to the old lady, her father promised her that he would no longer have any dealings with the Song family, and that he would only transfer living expenses to the old lady every month to fulfill his obligation to support her.

They were only kicked out a few days ago?

Hearing that his daughter was angry, Song Qi knew he couldn't hide it anymore and said helplessly, "They found the auto repair shop. I was afraid they would cause trouble, so I had no choice but to come out with them."

"What are they going to do?" Song Youan asked.

Song Qi stammered, unable to speak. It sounded like someone was trying to snatch his phone, and he vaguely heard that they wanted to speak to him personally.

Song Youan frowned. Was it related to her?

What connection could she possibly have with the Song family?
"Dad, where are you? I'm coming over now," Song Youan asked.

Song Qi understood his daughter's temperament, and there were some things he couldn't say but his daughter could, so he simply told Song You'an the address: "It's the Sichuan restaurant at the intersection of the auto repair shop."

Song Youan knew this store, so she changed her clothes and took a taxi there.

Forty minutes later, Song Youan stormed into the Sichuan restaurant and immediately spotted a group of people sitting by the window. It was the old lady, Song Feng (the second son of the Song family), and his wife, Guo Wanfang.

The three sat on the same side, while Song Qi sat alone opposite them like a prisoner on trial.

"What's this? Trying to be a scoundrel again?"

Song Youan stopped in front of them, looking at them with a slightly somber expression.

Guo Wanfang crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and turned her head slightly to the side.

Song Feng, however, looked at Song You'an and said, "You child, why are you saying such awful things?"

"I won't say anything nice to you." Song You'an casually placed her Hermes bag on the table, sat down next to her father, and raised her chin at the old lady opposite her: "Speak, what bad things are you up to now? Why does this seem to be related to me?"

"You brat..." The old lady's face darkened, and she was about to start cursing.

Song Feng tugged at her and said, "Mom, let's talk."

They had all experienced Song Youan's sharp tongue before. If they really started arguing, not only would they not gain any advantage, but their important business might also fall through.

The old lady swallowed back her curses, glared fiercely at Song You'an, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Your house... that villa, will be mortgaged in the next few days."

"Mom!" Song Qi said helplessly, "How many times do I have to tell you? That house was left to You'an by her aunt before she passed away. What's the point of making her mortgage it?"

"Then if we give it to You'an, it belongs to You'an, right?" the old lady said, her eyes wide. "What? We can't sell it?"

Song Youan didn't react at first, but when she did, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sure enough, people do laugh when they're speechless.

"No, you even know that house is mine? Why would I mortgage it?" Song You'an felt it was so surreal. How could people be so shameless as to covet what her aunt left her and so blatantly ask for it?

She looked at Song Feng and sneered, "No way, Second Uncle, you need money again? Didn't you get my dad's old house? Didn't you sell it? Even though it's an old, dilapidated house, it should still have three to five million, right? Did you lose it all?"

"It's only been a few days, you couldn't have a fever that high this quickly, could you?"

"How dare you talk like that? Isn't that bad luck?" Guo Wanfang retorted angrily, but she froze when she saw the bag that Song Youan had placed on the table.

Song Youan scoffed disdainfully, "It's not your fault that you're doing this. You dare to covet my things? Even if I burn the house down, you won't get a single penny from me."

"It's quite funny. Why don't you ask the owner of this restaurant if he owns a house? You can just go there too. You've got no shame anyway."

Song Feng looked at Song You'an with a serious expression and said, "You'an, don't be so impulsive. Your second uncle is just discussing this with you. He needs money for business operations, it's not like he won't pay you back. Do you think your second uncle, with such a big company, would be short of this little bit of money from you?"

"This little bit of money?" Song Youan sneered speechlessly: "Although my villa is not in the city center, it is still in the Sixth Ring Road of Beijing, and it is several hundred square meters. It is at least ten million. Second Uncle, you have quite the nerve."

Then she realized something was off and asked, puzzled, "Why don't you borrow from Uncle? He owns at least five or six houses in Jinghai, right? Are you just trying to take advantage of my dad, an honest man?"

Song Qi, seething with anger, said, "Anyway, that's You'an's house. None of you should try to take advantage of her."

He doesn't care about himself, but he will never back down when it comes to his daughter.

"Bang!" The old lady suddenly slammed her hand on the table and shouted excitedly, "I'm the boss in this house! Can't I even make decisions for a little girl like you?"