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Chapter 97 Don't embarrass me here.

Song Youan nodded calmly; her age held no meaning for her to hide.

Lady Fuyang was somewhat surprised to hear this, but she remained calm and showed no sign of it. She simply asked, "Is Miss Song already married? Does she have a husband and children?"

All eyes fell on Song Youan once again.

She shook her head frankly: "I have no husband and live alone in the capital."

This answer once again shocked everyone present.

If a woman is still unmarried at the age of twenty-two, it is basically equivalent to her never being able to get married.

Even if Song Youan is outstanding in appearance, she is still a bit too old. Unless it is a specific marriage, she would not marry a 22-year-old "old maid".

Those present were momentarily at a loss for words, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

The meal was not very pleasant, but fortunately, Lady Fuyang did not ask any further questions. Song You'an did not stay long after the meal and hurriedly took her leave.

After serving the Lady of Fuyang the soup and soup after the meal, the nanny said after the young masters and ladies had left, "The lady has misjudged this time."

Lady Fuyang sighed softly upon hearing this: "Yes, I originally thought she was a young girl who had just come of age, but I didn't expect her to be twenty-two years old already."

“There’s nothing to regret. The eldest young master is of noble birth and will inherit the master’s title in the future. Even if he takes a concubine, her social status cannot be too low.” The nanny said while pouring tea, “This Miss Song may have some ability, but her background is really not respectable.”

Lady Fuyang pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up at the old woman and asked, "What do you think about betrothing her to Lin'er?"

"Third Young Master?" The old woman was startled, but she still spoke the truth: "Although Aunt Qiu usually listens to you, she may not agree if it involves the Third Young Master's marriage."

"Madam should also know that Aunt Qiu is a person who appears weak but is hard-hearted. Since it concerns the Third Young Master, if she were to argue with Madam over this matter, the superficial harmony that Madam has maintained with her over the years would be shattered."

Lady Fuyang understood this, but she really wanted to bring Song You'an into the Marquis's mansion.

"Why is Madam so obsessed with Miss Song?" the nanny asked, puzzled.

Lady Fuyang simply smiled and did not answer the old woman's question.

What she valued was neither Song Youan's appearance nor her family background.

Song Youan's greatest strength, as far as people are concerned, is that she "knows how to make money"!
She originally planned to have her eldest son take Song You'an as a concubine, believing that with her abilities, she would surely bring in a fortune for the Marquis's mansion in the future and become an asset to her eldest son.

But after learning her age today, I abandoned that idea. I can't let my eighteen-year-old son marry a twenty-two-year-old girl as a concubine and make him the laughingstock of the entire capital.

But Zhu Lin couldn't bear to part with Song You'an, which is why she had the idea. However, Zhu Lin is only sixteen years old this year.

"Let's discuss it again later," said the Lady of Fuyang Marquis helplessly.

After returning to the villa and tidying up briefly, Song You'an had already forgotten about the dinner at the Marquis of Fuyang's residence. She never imagined that she had been targeted by someone with ulterior motives, who wanted her to marry as a concubine.

At 7 p.m. sharp, Song Youan appeared on the 22nd floor of Lanting.

In a private room at the end of the corridor, two men in suits stood ramrod straight. When they saw Song Youan approaching, they simultaneously reached out to stop her.

One of them said expressionlessly, "Miss, please wait. This is a private gathering. Please show your invitation."

Song Youan smiled slightly and calmly took out the invitation from her bag and handed it to the other party.

The man opened the door, looked inside, and after confirming that everything was correct, he stepped aside and opened the door for him personally, saying, "Please come in."

Although it was called a private room, it was actually more like a small banquet hall. The moment the door opened, melodious piano music drifted out. Song You'an walked in slowly. There were about twenty people inside, all of them men.

Her sudden appearance as the only woman naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Chen Fei was talking to someone while holding a wine glass when he saw Song You'an arrive. He hurried forward to greet her, but before he could even open his mouth, a surprised voice rang out first: "You'an?"

Song Youan hadn't found Chen Fei yet, and when she looked in the direction of the sound, she was taken aback.

It's Song Yan, her uncle.

"Why are you here?"

Song Yan walked over quickly with a slightly dark expression, pulled Song You'an to the wall and scolded her in a low voice: "How did you get in? Do you know where this is?"

Song Youan disgustedly shook off Song Yan's hand, looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Of course I was invited. Did you see the invitation?"

Song Youan took out the invitation and waved it in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan was stunned, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

He himself went to great lengths to obtain the invitation to today's antique appreciation event. Unlike ordinary appreciation events, the entry threshold for this kind of high-end player's appreciation event is to bring out a treasure that will amaze people.

Two months ago, he happened to acquire a broken sword hilt from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and after going through several layers of connections, he finally managed to obtain a letter of recommendation.

But his niece casually produced an invitation in front of him?

His eyes revealed undisguised disdain: "Who invited you? You're so young, why don't you do something else?"

"Uncle, what do you mean by that?" Song You'an's face darkened. "You don't think I'm here to be someone's date, do you?"

"Isn't that right?" Song Yan scoffed. "This is an antique appreciation event, not a place for you. Get out of here right now and don't embarrass me!"

As Song Yan was saying this, he was about to kick Song You'an out. If the other people present found out that his niece was someone's female companion, wouldn't he lose face?
"Miss Song."

Chen Fei initially thought Song You'an had run into someone she knew, but the more he looked, the more something seemed off. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, it was clear that Miss Song's expression was not good.

He stepped forward to greet them at the opportune moment.

“Mr. Chen, someone here doesn’t welcome me,” Song Youan said coldly to Chen Fei.

Chen Fei frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Song Yan.

He didn't know Song Yan, but Song Yan knew him.

The head of Longteng Real Estate Group, the youngest billionaire in the real estate industry, is a name that should be known to everyone in the business world.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, it's a misunderstanding." Song Yan, a seasoned veteran, immediately turned his head and took the initiative to greet him.

It turns out that Youan is Chen Fei's female companion. Chen Fei is only 28 years old this year, which is a suitable age for him and Song Youan, so it won't cause any controversy.

Song Yan was afraid that Song You'an was brought by some old man.

"And who is this?" Chen Fei ignored Song Yan and asked Song You'an.

Song Youan turned her face away, too lazy to explain. She didn't want to have anything to do with Song Yan, and it would be best if everyone in the Song family stayed far away from her.