Chapter 35: Right Now, I Am Stealing!

Looking at the marriage contract that Chu Fei produced, memories of Song Yalan’s past life suddenly surged within her. More than twenty years ago, she had been promised in marriage, but she never took it seriously. After becoming pregnant with Guan Ya and marrying into the Guan family, she’d forgotten all about it. She never expected that today, someone would arrive at her door with that very contract.

And the person before her seemed so young, leaving her momentarily at a loss. Very quickly, she realized this was something that could not be allowed to spread—especially not to her daughter. If Guan Ya found out, she had no idea how she would face it.

So, as soon as Chu Fei finished speaking, she dragged him upstairs and sternly warned Guan Ya not to eavesdrop. Song Yalan’s sudden change in attitude left Guan Ya puzzled. What was wrong with her mother? Why was she suddenly so tense? Could there be some unspeakable secret between her and Chu Fei? And what on earth did Chu Fei mean? Surely he wasn’t actually falling for her mother?

Song Yalan led Chu Fei into a room on the second floor and promptly locked the door. Chu Fei, taking things as they came, lounged carelessly on the sofa. He recalled the conversation between Huang Guojie and Guan Ya. Guan Caijun must be Song Yalan’s husband, but according to Huang Guojie, he was already dead. That meant the woman before him was not only a young matron, but a widow as well. Damn, she had all the buffs and attributes stacked!

After locking the door, Song Yalan stepped up to Chu Fei and said, “I never thought you’d actually come to me with the marriage contract!”

“I never expected you to be Guan Ya’s mother,” Chu Fei replied.

“So you must realize you’re too late. I’m already married, and I have a daughter—she’s about your age. There’s no possibility between us.” Song Yalan thought these words would make him give up.

But Chu Fei shook his head. “You’re thinking too small, madam. You need to broaden your perspective.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Madam, you’re at the age when desire burns like fire. What’s wrong with having a taste of fresh grass like me? I don’t mind at all. Why be bound by society’s prejudices?”

From these words, Song Yalan could tell this kid was trouble, no doubt about it.

Song Yalan declared firmly, “But I don’t want people gossiping behind my back, ruining my reputation with whispers. Let’s pretend this engagement never happened.”

Chu Fei comforted her: “Madam, just be yourself. Ignore their idle talk. If they insult you, just pretend they’re insulting dogs.”

Song Yalan was speechless. Was this how young people comforted others nowadays?

“Have you thought about yourself?” Song Yalan changed tack. “You’re at least ten years younger than me. Aren’t you afraid people will mock and ridicule you behind your back?”

She hoped this young man would reconsider, stop being so stubborn. There was no possibility between them. But—

“I don’t care what people say about me behind my back. I’ve insulted plenty myself,” Chu Fei said, pausing before adding, “Besides, they probably can’t curse as nastily as I can.”

Well, that was something. Song Yali was astounded. Others might be impervious, but he seemed to thrive on it!

“But what are you after, really?” Song Yalan asked helplessly.

Chu Fei answered with solemnity, “I’m after your beauty, your allure, your skills as a young widow!”

His words were vivid, even rhyming. If GAI were here, the rap circle’s cake would be split with him.

Song Yalan truly could not fathom this young man’s thought process. She could only take out a check. “If you’re willing to dissolve the engagement and pretend it never happened, write whatever amount you wish. Consider it compensation from me.”

“Alright.” Chu Fei nodded and quickly wrote a number on the check.

Song Yalan sneered, “I thought you’d be insulted, but you’re quite cooperative. But it figures—a country bumpkin from the mountains would only have so much backbone.”

“No one should give up money for the sake of dignity. Does that make sense?” Chu Fei chuckled, handing the check to Song Yalan.

“At least you know your place. Otherwise... one hundred million? Why don’t you just rob me?!”

She had meant to keep mocking him, but upon seeing the number on the check, she erupted in outrage.

—He really dared to write that!

“I am robbing you right now,” Chu Fei grinned, then complained, “Besides, didn’t you say any amount was fine just now?”

“You... don’t tell me you don’t have the money? Surely not? Surely no one would lack a hundred million, right?” Song Yalan suppressed her anger, trying to maintain her composure.

But then she heard Chu Fei mutter under his breath, “Poor wretch.”

That pushed her over the edge. After Guan Caijun’s death, she was now CEO of the Guan Group, yet this wild kid from the mountains dared call her poor? Wasn’t this turning things upside down?

She shouted at Chu Fei, “A hundred million, do you know what that means? You dare say you’re worth that? And you call me poor—do you have it?”

“I do.” Chu Fei took out the supreme black card given to him by Meng Ziyi and replied earnestly, “So I can call you poor now, right?”

Cash was always the ultimate trump card. Song Yalan stood stunned, bewildered. She didn’t believe the card actually held a hundred million, but Chu Fei had left her with nothing to say!

If talk wouldn’t work, action would have to do. Song Yalan threatened, “Chu Fei, don’t push me, or I’ll do whatever it takes!”

“Anything? Even love?” Chu Fei replied, his excitement barely contained.

Song Yalan was dumbfounded again.

—Something just whipped past her, leaving tire marks across her face.

Once she recovered, she realized Chu Fei had treated her threat as an invitation, brazenly jumping at the opportunity.

Just as Song Yalan was about to unleash a tirade, sounds of smashing and chaos came from downstairs.

Chu Fei was about to stand and investigate, but Song Yalan stopped him.

“You stay here. Do not leave!”

With that, Song Yalan headed downstairs. She seemed to sense trouble brewing and didn’t want Chu Fei to add to it.

When she reached the first floor, she saw two men in black restraining her daughter, Guan Ya, preventing her from moving.

Guan Ya protested angrily, “You’re trespassing! I’ll sue you!”

No sooner had she spoken than a fierce-looking middle-aged man hurled a cup from the coffee table, smashing it beside Guan Ya as a threat.

Song Yalan immediately snapped, “Huang Dongcheng, this is my house! You have no right to make trouble here—stop this at once!”

The middle-aged man, Huang Dongcheng, merely glanced at Song Yalan and strode toward Guan Ya.

Raising his arm with indifference, he sneered, “You useless woman! If you won’t teach your daughter, I’ll do it for you!”