The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo was very happy. "Shuyue, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I'll leave after I put the food down."

Zhou Zhiruo knew that Song Shuyue liked to eat intangible cultural heritage pastries, so she bought them for her and delivered them to her every day.

As Zhou Zhiruo stepped inside, her body, which had been freezing cold outside, gradually warmed up.

Song Shuyue poured her a cup of hot water, and Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed and immediately reached out to take it.

After drinking the water, Zhou Zhiruo knew she couldn't stay and bother them, so she said a few polite words and turned to leave.

Song Shuyue's cool voice, tinged with helplessness, slowly rang out behind her, "Zhou Zhiruo, don't come tomorrow. I've said I don't accept disciples. I can treat you as a friend, but I won't teach you because you're not a member of the Song family. Besides, your Zhou family is a martial arts family, which is suitable for you to become their disciple."

Zhou Zhiruo paused, turned around, and said pitifully, "But I just want to learn from you. You're very good."

Song Shuyue: "There are always people more capable than me, and there are always higher levels to reach. There are many people more powerful than me. You only want to become my disciple because I saved you. What you should do is work hard to become stronger so that those with ulterior motives will no longer have the opportunity to scheme against you. That is your goal. If you don't want to study in your Zhou family, you can come to the martial arts school under Song Yanzhou to learn."

Song Shuyue's words both politely rejected her and pointed her in a direction.

Song Yanzhou looked at Song Shuyue in surprise and interjected, "But my martial arts school doesn't accept female disciples."

His territory is ostensibly a martial arts school, but the actual training is extremely rigorous bodyguard training, with a system and rigorous training even more demanding than that of the military.

Normal girls simply couldn't stand it.

Besides, he had also considered taking on female disciples. They were all rough and uncouth men, how could a girl possibly stay there?

"Really? Can I really go?"

Surprisingly, Zhou Zhiruo was very happy; the place she recommended must be suitable for her.

"I..." Faced with Zhou Zhiruo's expectant eyes, Song Yanzhou didn't know how to answer.

Song Shuyue knew that Zhou Zhiruo really wanted to become stronger. The Zhou family even had a special martial arts competition stage, and the top ten in the world martial arts competitions were all from the Zhou family. What she longed for was to be able to represent the Zhou family in the competition.

However, because of Zhou Zhimei's targeting, she could hardly move an inch in the Zhou family.

In front of her parents, those people didn't dare to openly target her, but behind her back they would always cause her all sorts of trouble.

I never intended to teach her seriously.

Although Zhou Zhimei was an adopted daughter, she held a high position in the Zhou family, which was beyond doubt. From a very young age, Zhou Zhimei knew that she was not the Zhou family's biological daughter and that she would have to be of great value to stay.

She strives to become stronger and become an indispensable member of the Zhou family.

It's almost impossible for Zhou Zhiruo, a newcomer, to try and squeeze in.

That's why she was so eager to break out of this cycle and learn from Song Shuyue. The Zhou family wouldn't stop her because Song Shuyue was her savior.

She has every reason to distance herself from those who are targeting her.

Song Shuyue: "Let her try. If she can't stand it, she'll leave on her own."

Song Yanzhou sighed helplessly, but out of consideration for his sister, he would do her this favor.

"Zhou Zhiruo, let me make this clear beforehand: I'm a man, all big and burly. If you train with them, although it will reduce the intensity of your training, are you sure you can handle it?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded heavily, "Brother Song, don't worry, I will take full responsibility for anything that happens. I won't blame anyone. Thank you."

Zhou Zhiruo left humming a cheerful tune.

Song Yanzhou asked, puzzled, "The Zhou family martial arts school has countless training grounds, why did you agree to let her come to my martial arts school?"

Song Shuyue hesitated for a moment, then parted her red lips slightly, "The Zhou family doesn't like her."

Upon hearing this, Song Yanzhou instantly understood. Song Shuyue said, "I'm going to rest," and turned to go upstairs. Song Yanzhou also entered the room.

The next day

After a night of investigation, Song Jingmeng felt no resentment, only hatred and murderous intent.

That beast Huang Ciyin, she must tear him to pieces to vent her hatred.

Gu Yuqing locked herself in her room and refused to eat or drink as soon as she got back yesterday. Her parents were very worried and asked if something had happened, but she didn't say a word.

It was only after Lin Lanlan mentioned their encounter with Shen Heming that the Gu family realized what had happened.

Gu Yuqing's parents knew that she liked Shen Heming, and the Gu family had even brought up the idea of ​​a marriage alliance. However, the Shen family's attitude was that they had no right or way to interfere in Shen Heming's affairs.

This is not the fault of the Shen family, because Shen Heming is truly too outstanding. At a young age, he demonstrated his amazing skills and brought the Shen family to a new level. At the age of 26, he was already a renowned business prodigy.

The heir designated by the Shen family.

Shen Family

Shen Heming also mentioned this matter. His parents have called the Gu family to apologize and explain the whole story. They also revealed that Shen Heming had no intention of getting married, so the engagement had to be called off.

“Heming, that girl from the Gu family, I think she’s really quite good. She’s beautiful and resourceful. I just don’t understand what you’re looking down on. You’re already 26. I finally found you a marriage partner and you’re just going to let it fall apart like this.”

Shen Heming sat calmly in his chair, sipping his tea with an indifferent gaze. "Mom, don't worry about my affairs. I don't want to get married."

Shen's mother sighed repeatedly. Other people's sons, even if they are not married, have girlfriends, or they have someone they like, such as their first love or white moonlight, or at the very least, they have a few ex-girlfriends.

But she has never seen her excellent son date. As his mother, she sometimes wonders if he has some kind of mental illness.

The old master of the Shen family glanced at Shen Heming and offered a suggestion with a smile, "I think that although the Gu family is not suitable, we should find another candidate. I think that girl from the Song family last time is quite good. Why don't we go to the Song family to discuss it and see if we can consider a marriage alliance or something?"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Shen Heming's eyes, though it was fleeting and did not escape the sharp eyes of the old master Shen.

The corners of his mouth turned up even wider, and his smile radiated kindness and gentleness.

What do you think of my suggestion?

Mrs. Shen shook her head and frowned. "I don't think this is appropriate. That girl is beautiful, kind, and has an outstanding temperament. I'm very satisfied with her. But she's only 18 years old, and my son is already 26, almost 27. If we go and make this request to her, wouldn't that be like an old cow eating young grass? How could her parents possibly agree? Besides, her father is the richest man in the United States. Would he marry his daughter to an old man who is 8 years older than her instead of a young man? Are you kidding me!"

People usually arrange marriages with partners who are close in age. If the age difference is too large, there will be a barrier, and the parents will not agree.

Unless it's mutual love.

Upon hearing this, Shen Heming's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly, and he lowered his eyes, a hint of barely perceptible disappointment flashing across them.