The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 3 She Won't Let Her Daughter Lose

"Dangdang!"

Song Huanyu casually tossed the gold bracelet onto the table and sneered, "It's just a broken bracelet. Does Grandma really care about it?"

Liu Lijuan also said, "Who knows if something of unknown origin is clean or not? If you really wear it, Mom, you might get bad luck on it!"

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean by that?" Song Qi had been mindful of his mother's birthday and hadn't spoken until Liu Lijuan suddenly said that the bracelet his daughter had bought was of dubious origin and unclean. He finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Although he didn't know where his daughter got the money to buy such expensive things, especially since they were for the old lady, he wouldn't allow others to slander his daughter like that.

Liu Lijuan snorted lightly, not feeling that she had gone too far at all. Instead, she said contemptuously, "Third brother, how many coins can you save after deducting daily expenses from your meager monthly salary? Your daughter just graduated from university and doesn't even have a job yet. Where did you get the money to buy such an expensive bracelet for Mom?"

"I……"

Song Qi blushed, wanting to defend his daughter, but Song You'an simply tugged at her father's hand and gave him a faint smile that she didn't care at all.

What's the point of explaining this fabricated accusation? Falling into the trap of self-justification is what it means to be misled by others!
So Song Youan completely ignored Liu Lijuan, and looked at the old man with a slightly teasing tone: "Grandpa, why aren't you saying anything now? Do you think it's perfectly normal and not excessive at all? You're really treating everyone fairly!"

The old man felt a little embarrassed when Song Youan pointed it out to him, so he said to Liu Lijuan in a symbolic way, "You too, what kind of things are you saying?"

Liu Lijuan didn't care at all; she just pursed her lips.

Song Youan wasn't angry at all; she even felt like laughing a little.

Her gaze fell on the gold bracelet lying on the dining table. The old lady showed no intention of picking it up again, so Song Youan spun the wheel and brought the gold bracelet back.

He picked it up and put it away before saying, "Alright, since Grandma doesn't want it, I'll keep it. I didn't buy this bracelet today as a gift, nor was I trying to impress others."

She glanced indifferently at everyone and continued, "I bought it to shut you all up. I want my dad to be able to eat a meal in peace and quiet in this kind of setting!"

"But you two have such foul mouths, even a bracelet worth 38,000 yuan couldn't shut you up!" She looked at the two elderly people sitting in the main seat: "Grandpa and Grandma, I really can't understand, is my dad really your biological son?"

"Or is he the orphan of your enemy? So you want him to suffer ridicule and contempt from his so-called family members time and time again in these so-called family settings?"

"Is my dad your only source of gossip? You can't eat without making sarcastic remarks? What do you do when my dad's not around? Just starve?"

At this point, Song Youan couldn't help but laugh. She had been holding back ever since she could remember, and she had had enough.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't be invited to any holidays, weddings, or funerals anymore. In Grandpa and Grandma's eyes, Uncle and Uncle are enough. To their families, we are just poor relatives who can't be brought into the room."

After saying all that in one breath, Song Youan stood up and said, "Let's go, Dad. Anyway, you've done your job today."

Everyone instinctively looked at Song Qi. The Song family knew his character well; he couldn't possibly abandon the old lady and leave on such an important occasion.

But they were all wrong. Song Qi's bottom line has always been his daughter, and everything his daughter did and said today was for him.

He won't let his daughter lose!
So he got up without a word and left with Song Youan.

"Third son, if you leave like this today, don't ever come back!" The old lady suddenly slammed her hand on the table in anger.

The two people who had reached the door stopped in their tracks. Even at this point, the old lady only wanted to keep her son, completely ignoring her granddaughter, Song You'an.

Or perhaps she had no intention of trying to keep anyone, but simply felt she had lost face. "Let's go, You'an." Song Qi didn't turn around, but strode out of the private room.

Song Youan smiled slightly as she watched her father's retreating figure. She picked up the cake that had been placed aside when she came in and turned back to say, "I'll just take the cake out and throw it away. It would be a waste for you to eat it."

Then he turned around and made a graceful exit.

The moment the door to the private room closed, the furious voices of the old lady and old man erupted from inside, reaching Song You'an's ears and making her feel refreshed.

"dad."

Catching up with her father, Song Youan gave him a thumbs up. After all these years, her father had finally stood up for himself.

Song Qi was actually feeling very conflicted, but he didn't regret his decision today. He looked at his daughter and said softly, "It was Dad's fault. Dad made you suffer."

"Don't say that, Dad. We didn't do anything wrong." Song You'an hugged her father's arm tenderly, swaying like a little girl, and said, "The way you opened the door and left without looking back was so cool!"

Song Qi smiled and reached out to help his daughter carry the cake: "What do you want to eat? Dad will take you to eat!"

"I want to eat Dad's braised noodles, with green peppers, eggplant, and shredded pork!" Song Youan said.

"Let's go home, Dad will make it for you!"

The next day, Song You'an first went to the mall to return the gold bracelet, then found a nice costume styling shop to redo her look, and finally went to a cake shop to buy ten small cakes.

This time she was smarter; she not only halved the quantity but also bought only the kind that doesn't dissolve easily.

She had also decided that she could lower the price, but the goal was still to sell all the cakes. After all, the priority now was to open up the market, and she wouldn't always be so lucky to encounter such generous customers as yesterday.

Back at the villa, Song Youan once again traveled to Dazhao through the attic.

She set up her stall in the same spot as yesterday, an inconspicuous location, but she chose it because there was a lush willow tree nearby that provided shade!

Just as she was about to start her day's stall business, people were already waiting there.

"Are you the girl who sells cakes?"

The person before me wore a long brocade dress with an intricate daffodil pattern, the hem of which gently brushed against her delicate, frosty gold-threaded shoes. A cloud-patterned sash was tied around her waist, outlining her slender figure.

Her flowing hair was adorned with a golden hairpin, its shimmering pearls reflecting in her bright, sparkling eyes.

With just one glance, Song You'an immediately thought of three words: rich person, based on the typical demeanor and attire of a noble lady from a prominent family in the Great Zhao Dynasty!

"It's me." Song Youan nodded slightly, adopting a calm demeanor.

Li Chuyou said gently, "I thought you weren't coming today, Miss. I wonder how many cakes you brought? I'll take them all."

Song Youan: !!!

(End of this chapter)