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Fu Yunshen stared at the silent door and knocked several more times.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, which reflected a cold, eerie light.

He was about to direct the people behind him to break down the door when his cell phone rang, interrupting his actions.

Fu Yun Shen looked at the caller ID and saw that it was his current girlfriend, Jiang Xiao He.

"Xiaohe, yes, I came to see her... but the door wasn't open, she's still the same."

"Okay, I'll go back in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yun Shen glanced meaningfully at the door, then sighed and told someone to leave the things at the door.

"Yingying, if you don't want to see me, that's fine. Remember to take these tonics to your room; they're good for your health."

He rambled on with words of concern before finally leaving with his entourage.

Hearing that there was no more noise outside, Song Shiyan opened the door, picked up his things, and threw them directly into the trash can downstairs.

As he turned around, he met Fu Yunshen's gaze, who was still not far away. Without the slightest hesitation, he headed straight for him.

"Shi Yan, you..."

Before Fu Yunshen could finish speaking, he received a solid punch to the face.

The others were about to step forward to stop them when Fu Yun Shen stopped them.

"Shi Yan, why did you suddenly return to the country? And you're still at Yingying's house?"

Fu Yun Shen looked at Song Shi Yan, who had suddenly appeared, and found that he was still very young, without any trace of being tormented by society and fate. He gave a bitter smile.

"You really haven't changed. It's something to be envious of."

Song Shiyan glared at him angrily, then sneered, "Fu Yunshen, I also wish you hadn't changed. But what about you—"

He clenched his fists, unable to resist the urge to keep hitting. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally felt a little calmer.

In his memory, Fu Yun Shen was still 18 years old, completely different from the domineering CEO in front of him wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Fu Yunshen, do you still remember that summer after our college entrance exams? You asked me to help you set up the venue, saying you had a crush on a girl for three whole years. She liked dancing and acting in plays. You often bumped into each other in the library, and you both liked Russian literature and romanticism."

"You said that after you were beaten, she was the one who applied medicine to you. You said that when your family cut off your allowance, she was the one who topped up your meal card. Fu Yun Shen, now you say you've mistaken me for someone else? You're kidding me!"

Song Shiyan became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes were already moist.

Fu Yun Shen frowned slightly, his expression cold, and said, "Is that so? I don't remember. You still remember something from six years ago? Your memory is quite good. Shi Yan, we've all grown up now, not children anymore. We need to consider many things and not act on emotion."

"Shouldn't we act on emotion?"

Upon hearing his reply, Song Shiyan couldn't help but punch him again: "Then why didn't you just say goodbye properly? Xia Ying is like this now, do you dare say it has nothing to do with you?"

Fu Yun Shen calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and didn't argue with Song Shi Yan.

This gesture makes it seem as if Song Shiyan is the one making trouble, while he himself is completely innocent.

"I can't explain it to you clearly. Shi Yan, you come from a good family, unlike me, who is an illegitimate child. Inheriting the family fortune cannot be based solely on bloodline; you also need resource support."

At this moment, Song Shiyan suddenly realized: "So you went to curry favor with the Jiang family and hurt Xia Ying in order to inherit the family fortune, so that they would support you, right? Then what are you pretending to do now? Do you regret it? Take your things and get out of here. I hope you will never disturb her life again. You really are no different from a jinx."

Eighteen-year-old Song Shiyan beat and scolded Xia Ying without any politeness. He didn't care if he acted irritably or rudely, as long as he could vent his anger for Xia Ying.

Fu Yunshen didn't say anything more. He watched Song Shiyan disappear into the building, then looked towards Xia Ying's room upstairs. With a complicated expression, he turned away and left with his men.

Now is not the time to explain everything. Once he has complete control, he will confess everything to Yingying. At that time, they, who have suffered so much in the first half of their lives, can be together forever, and no one will ever separate them again.

As for Song Shiyan—Fu Yun thought that since he had his own friends, Yingying should be able to move on from the shadows of the past. Once everything was explained, Shiyan and Yingying would definitely forgive him.

When Song Shiyan returned to his room, he found Xia Ying standing by the window, having witnessed their argument clearly.

He felt a little guilty. He wondered if his sister would misunderstand him as having a bad temper after he punched Fu Yun Shen twice.

At this moment, Xia Ying suddenly turned around, ran straight to him, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Ayan, thank you."

Xia Ying's voice trembled slightly. She didn't cry, but it was an emergency reaction caused by feeling extremely nauseous.

She hugged him tighter, feeling the warmth Song Shiyan gave her, and her body gradually returned to normal.

"Sister, I punched him twice for you. It wasn't much, but it helped you vent your anger."

Song Shiyan spoke somewhat uncertainly, his words becoming slurred as he was held by Xia Ying.

"Ayan is amazing, I feel much better now. It's just a shame to throw those things away, I can sell them secondhand on Xianyu (a secondhand marketplace app)."

Upon hearing this, Song Shiyan said, "Why don't I go and pick it up again?"

Xia Ying chuckled, loosened her embrace, and led him to the window. Pointing to an old woman, she said, "Grandma, you've been eating melons up close, so she picked up what you dropped a long time ago."

The two exchanged a smile, and the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.

Song Shiyan did not tell Xia Ying his guess. He thought that his sister was so smart that she would definitely think of this.

"Sister, do you want to go out today?"

Xia Ying thought for a moment and felt a little tired, a little tired in her heart, and couldn't muster any energy, so she shook her head.

"Let's watch a movie at home then, but we need a projector. Here's what you do: message 24 and ask him to buy one."

After saying that, Song Shiyan felt it was inappropriate and shook his head, saying, "Give me your phone, and I'll tell you. Just say I want to see it. Anyway, we're the same person, so spending his money is spending my money."

Xia Ying was successfully amused by him and slapped his palm.

"Are you trying to drive that Ah Yan crazy? I have money, I can buy it myself."

Song Shiyan protested, "Then what use is he? He might as well not come back to the country."

He had barely finished speaking when Xia Ying's phone rang.

"Speak of the devil and he appears. Ah Yan, don't say anything yet, I'm going to take this call."

Xia Ying deliberately went up to the second floor before answering the call from 24-year-old Song Shiyan. His tone was uncertain as he said, "Yingying, be happy with him by your side. Don't overthink things."

"I know, he's a good person, he even helped me beat someone up to vent my anger."

The person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and said, "At least he's somewhat useful, otherwise what use would he be?"