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Liu Siyan sat aside, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief in a pretentious manner, as if there was some unpleasant smell on Song Youan's body that she wanted to avoid.

Song Youan looked at her expressionlessly, then turned to Zhu Ling and nodded, telling her everything that had happened today.

Zhu Ling couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this: "Why would they knock on your You'anju's door?"

Song Youan had no choice but to tell the story again about what had happened between him and the little beggars.

Hearing this, Liu Siyan scoffed disdainfully and looked at Song Youan and said, "Miss Song, why are you getting involved with these beggars? They're barbarians who would risk their lives for a bite of food. If you get involved with them, you'll never be able to get rid of them."

Zhu Ling also nodded. Although Liu Siyan's words were direct, they made sense.

"Yes, beggars are very difficult to deal with. If you help them like this, I'm afraid they will rely on you in the future."

Song Youan was silent for a moment. Regardless of whether he could blame them or not, it was true that they had helped him once.

Besides, given the situation today, how could she refuse?

"Several children knelt and kowtowed in front of my door, and the doctor at the clinic also said that if it had been even a day later, the little girl would have died, so I don't regret it."

Liu Siyan sneered again after hearing this: "Miss Song is so kind and righteous, it makes us look cold-blooded and heartless. It's a pity that there are countless people in this world waiting to be saved. If they all come to you, wouldn't you become the savior?"

What a mess!

If you think about everything this way, then you don't need to do anything.

Song Youan looked at Liu Siyan with a gloomy expression and said coldly, "I can't control the lives of the people in the world, but I can't turn a blind eye to the lives that are within my reach."

"Is it true that in the eyes of the young lady, the life of a beggar is not worth mentioning at all?"

After all, Liu Siyan is the daughter of a wealthy family, and Song Youan is just a businesswoman. She is not afraid of her.

Hearing this, she straightened her body slightly and said with a smile, "I am the daughter of the Liu family. I don't even care about lowly servants, so how could I care about a beggar?"

"But you, Miss Song, you often go in and out of the Fuyang Marquis's Mansion. Sister Ling treats you as a guest of honor, but you secretly associate with a group of beggars. If this gets out, you will lose your status."

Song Youan was immediately angered and laughed: "Young lady, you are a delicate person with a noble character, but you treat a life that does not concern you as worthless. I have no comment on this."

"But as a businesswoman, I've never considered myself superior to others. I only do what I believe is right, and I have a clear conscience and no regrets about anything I've done!"

Liu Siyan was dismissive of Song Youan's words.

To put it bluntly, different backgrounds, classes, and growth environments are destined to lead to different values.

"Well, what's there to argue about?"

Zhu Ling spoke at the right time, looking at Liu Siyan with displeasure: "Sister, you have finished your tea, so go back first. I want to talk to Miss Song."

Liu Siyan was stunned, as if she didn't expect that Zhu Ling was driving away not Song Youan, but herself.

But she didn't dare to disobey Zhu Ling's words. She responded with a somewhat ugly expression and turned to say goodbye.

After the others left, Zhu Ling said, "She came to me specifically to tell me this because she wanted to drive a wedge between you and me."

It turned out that Zhu Ling knew everything clearly.

Having been around noble ladies since childhood, Zhu Ling may seem a bit exaggerated on the surface, but she is actually not stupid.

Song Youan asked doubtfully, "But I'm not familiar with this Liu family daughter. I don't know how I might have offended her."

Zhu Ling smiled and shook her head. "Don't try to guess what these people are thinking. They're very strange. Maybe they're not targeting you, but me. I always get good things by being close to you, so it's possible that this makes them envious and jealous."

Song You nodded in understanding, but still looked at Zhu Ling and asked, "Does Miss also think that I shouldn't have saved this little beggar's life?"

Zhu Ling restrained his expression and didn't directly answer Song Youan's question. He just said seriously, "I'm just worried that you'll get into unnecessary trouble. Although what Sister Siyan said just now was a bit unpleasant to hear, some of it was true."

"There's a saying among the people: Don't mess with beggars. It's not groundless. As a woman, you should be even more careful."

"I understand." Song Youan nodded. She could tell that Zhu Ling was really thinking about her.

Seeing this, Zhu Ling finally smiled and invited him, "Mother is here today. She told me yesterday that if you come again, she'll have you at home for dinner. She wasn't feeling well last time and didn't even have a good chat with you."

The wife of Marquis Fuyang?

Song Youan felt a little strange in her heart. She thought that after accepting the thank-you gift from the wife of Marquis Fuyang last time, their interactions should have ended there.

Why do you want to meet her alone?

Subconsciously, Song Youan recalled what Li Chuyou had said to her: stay away from the gossip of the rich and powerful.

Is this right or wrong?

Song Youan wasn't sure.

"It's really unfortunate today. I have something to do tonight." Song Youan refused.

Zhu Ling was a little surprised: "It's rainy recently, what are you busy with, young lady?"

Song Youan thought for a moment and blurted out, "I'm curing a new kind of Fengyoujing. It's already in the final stage. I want to make it as soon as possible."

"That doesn't matter as it takes a meal. Don't worry, I won't let you drink."

Having said this, Song Youan seemed to be unable to think of any reason to refuse.

Well, if the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang doubted and wanted to see her again, it would be useless for her to hide for a while.

In the end, I could only nod in agreement.

This time the invitation was still held in the courtyard of the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang. The dinner was very sumptuous. Not only was the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang present, but also Zhu Zhe and another young man whom Song Youan had never seen before.

After Zhu Ling introduced him to Song Youan, he learned that this young man was Zhu Di, the eldest son of Marquis of Fuyang.

Zhu Di also failed in the imperial examination this year, but unlike Zhu Zhe, he failed entirely because of his lack of talent and academic ability.

However, for him, even if he failed to pass the imperial examination, he would still be the first person to inherit the title of Marquis as the eldest son of the Marquisate. It was only because he wanted to get the approval of his father and mother that he wanted to take the imperial examination to prove himself.

"Miss Song, you're welcome. Eat more."

The wife of Marquis Fuyang was still graceful and dignified, and her attitude towards her was gentle and friendly.

Song Youan responded respectfully, but his words and actions remained cautious.

Halfway through the meal, the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang suddenly asked, "How old is Miss Song now?"

Song Youan was slightly stunned, and said bluntly: "I am twenty-two years old."

That one sentence cheered up everyone at the table.

Zhu Ling exclaimed: "Miss Song, you are... twenty-two years old?"

Then, doesn't that mean he is six years older than her?

She looks like she's only about eighteen or nineteen years old.