Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Out of respect for his elders, the old housekeeper hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist.

He earnestly advised, "Young Master Qian, if I may be so bold, everyone has a heart of flesh and blood."

If you really want to win her back, why not try putting away your ulterior motives and treating her with sincerity?

Only sincerity can win sincerity in return.

Upon hearing this, Qian Shao Cong's heart skipped a beat.

sincere?

The two words lingered in his mind for a moment, then were drowned out by endless mockery.

At this critical juncture of life and death, what does his future and fate truly matter?

Can it be eaten? Can it help him cover his losses of tens of billions?

Upon realizing this, the last trace of guilt in his heart vanished instantly, replaced by an even stronger sense of resentment.

"Uncle Huang, get your position straight!"

This is between Yuting and me. When did it become your place, a servant, to lecture me?

"Let me in, I want to speak directly to Yuting!"

Seeing his unrepentant appearance, the last glimmer of hope in the old butler's eyes was completely extinguished.

He shook his head helplessly, said no more, and turned to walk into the manor.

Only after he had walked a few steps away did his faint voice drift over on the autumn wind:

"In that case, young master, you should try to contact the young lady yourself. I'm afraid I can't help you."

Qian Shao Cong was furious, but he was blocked at the door and there was nothing he could do.

After leaving the Song family manor, he had no choice but to continue calling Song Yuting.

Although I called several times, Song Yuting didn't answer.

But now he had no choice but to keep fighting and grit his teeth and dial again.

"Ring ring..."

The urgent ringing of the bell rang again in the room, sounding particularly jarring.

"Whose call was it? Why are they calling you so urgently?" Cao Kun asked, feigning confusion.

"N-nothing... It's just a nuisance call, don't worry about it."

Song Yuting's eyes flickered, and she looked somewhat flustered.

He quickly pushed the phone aside and flipped it over to cover it.

After all, it was Qian Shao Cong calling, and she didn't want to answer it at a time like this.

"Shall we continue?" Cao Kun asked with a wicked grin, as if he knew nothing.

"Okay, okay."

Song Yuting suppressed a long-lost shyness and obediently continued what she had been doing.

"hiss……"

Cao Kun looked up and immediately felt a sense of well-being throughout his body.

I couldn't help but gasp.

Although Song Yuting's technique was very raw, even somewhat clumsy.

But her status and position are undeniable.

She is the daughter of the Song family in Shanghai, and also Qian Shao Cong's rightful fiancée.

This forbidden thrill gave Cao Kun immense satisfaction, both physically and mentally.

A moment later, the phone rang incessantly.

Cao Kun lowered his head, looking at Song Yuting who was completely absorbed in the moment, and suddenly suggested:

"Why don't you answer Qian Shaocong's call? I think he's quite pitiful."

Upon hearing this, a hint of fear flashed in Song Yuting's eyes.

How did he know?

However, Cao Kun didn't give her any time to react.

He picked up the constantly ringing phone next to him.

In front of Song Yuting, he pressed the answer button and casually turned on speakerphone.

Song Yuting's mind went blank. Before she even had a chance to refuse, that familiar voice came through the receiver:

"Hey? Yu-Ting? Where are you? Why aren't you answering the phone?"

Upon hearing her fiancé's voice, Song Yuting trembled, her voice shaking slightly:

"I……"

"Yuting, I was wrong, it was all my fault. I shouldn't have spoken so rudely. Please forgive me?"

On the other end of the phone, Qian Shaocong's voice sounded extremely sincere, even somewhat humble.

Song Yuting sneered inwardly.

If I hadn't been hiding in the dark room and overheard his conversation with Cao Kun, I wouldn't have been able to have overheard it.

I'm afraid I'm still being kept in the dark.

"To show my sincerity, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight to apologize in person..."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Qian Shaocong quickly seized the opportunity to extend an invitation.

"snort……"

Song Yuting let out a muffled groan.

She knew all too well what his purpose was in having this meal.

She simply wanted to package herself up as a gift and give it to Cao Kun in exchange for his so-called chance to turn his life around.

She was about to retort when she hung up the phone and told him to get lost.

But Cao Kun had a wicked smile on his lips, signaling her to agree.

Helpless, Song Yuting could only give a mumbled reply.

Then, she exhaled a breath of resentment and cursed bitterly:

"Qian Shao Cong, you still have the appetite to eat?"

Do you know... um... Cao Kun has been thinking about me all along?

"I know! Of course I know!"

Qian Shaocong tried to defend himself, but his tone was very weak.

"But Yuting, believe me, patience will bring peace."

If I can get through this, I can turn things around!

"If I don't make that bastard Cao Kun look like eighteen different people by then, I'm not a real man!"

Hearing this, Song Yuting felt even more desolate and absurd.

Eighteen different appearances?

I'm already being manipulated by Cao Kun into eighteen different forms, what chance do you have?

Just then, Cao Kun suddenly let out a wicked laugh.

Song Yuting coughed.

A muffled groan escaped from deep within his throat.

She stammered and mumbled her curses:

"You...you're a green turtle! You're not a man at all!"

Qian Shaocong was verbally abused mercilessly, but he didn't dare to retaliate at all.

All he could do was stand there, meekly smiling and saying, "Yes, yes, I'm a green turtle. As long as you calm down, you can yell at me however you want."

But as he listened, he suddenly felt something was off and asked in confusion:

"Yuting, what are you doing? You sound like you're having a hard time, like you can't breathe?"

Song Yuting was so ashamed and indignant by the question that she glared fiercely at Cao Kun, the instigator, and angrily cursed into the phone:

"Mind your own business! I don't need your interference, you green turtle!"

Qian Shaocong was rebuffed and could only awkwardly force a smile on the other end of the phone.

……

Qian Family Manor.

Inside Qian Shaocong's private villa.

The restaurant was decorated in an exceptionally grand manner.

Two thick red candles, each as thick as an arm, burned with eerie flames, and the surrounding area was filled with red ornaments and flowers.

At first glance, the scene resembled a wedding banquet on a wedding night, exuding an indescribable eeriness and irony.

Normally, Song Yuting rarely accepts such private invitations, but this time, she readily agreed.

At the dinner table, Qian Shaocong was exceptionally attentive, constantly serving food and pouring wine for Song Yuting, showing her great care.

However, when Song Yuting looked at his hypocritical and pretentious appearance, she felt cold as ice and felt nauseous.

Halfway through the meal, Song Yuting put down her napkin and made an excuse to go to the restroom.

Qian Shaocong was overjoyed, but dared not show it on his face, only nodding and smiling in acknowledgment.

Once Song Yuting's figure disappeared around the corner, he quickly pulled a small transparent plastic bag from his pocket.

He stared at the small bag, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.