How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

She had just agreed to let Song Fu stay when he fainted. Even if Yan Ru were heartless, she wouldn't immediately send him away.

They quickly opened the door and ordered someone to move Song Fu to a room. Song Fu used to live in the old black courtyard, but now Xin Wu Hui had occupied that room, and the servants didn't know where to send Song Fu.

In this predicament, Lao Hei came out and took the man into the courtyard, saying, "I have three rooms in this courtyard, let him stay here."

A large house with two side rooms on the east and west sides, just enough to live in.

After putting Song Fu down, Xin Wu Hui quickly went out to call a doctor.

Look at this person, their legs are covered in blood. Aren't they afraid of bleeding to death?

Song Fu was pale and his brows were furrowed, clearly in great pain.

Fortunately, the doctor was called over shortly afterward. Because of the awkward location of his injury, Yan Ru had no choice but to leave.

"Butler, could you please pull down this young man's pants? My old arms and legs are too weak to run all this way."

Old Hei nodded in agreement.

The old doctor gave him ginseng slices and told him to put them under Song Fu's tongue to keep him alive.

First, they checked Song Fu's pulse to confirm that he was not in mortal danger. "He won't die, don't worry, he's just lost too much blood."

Old Hei had already pulled down Song Fu's outer pants, and the old doctor saw that the gauze bandage around Song Fu's groin was stained red with blood. That was a major artery, and it was a close call that it hadn't been injured.

After changing the blood-stained gauze, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine when I looked at the wound.

"Thank goodness, if the knife had been a fraction more off, this young man would have lost his manhood."

The doctor applied the medicine again, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged it up.

After finishing all this, the old doctor was also a bit exhausted.

"Alright, I don't know how this person got injured, it was very dangerous. Don't let him move around for a while, let him rest properly, he can't get out of bed until the scab has formed, otherwise this leg will really be useless."

Then the old doctor mysteriously pulled Lao Hei aside, saying, "If he gets hurt again, it might cause problems there."

Looking in the direction the old doctor was pointing, Lao Hei understood immediately.

"I understand, thank you, doctor."

"No problem, no problem." After checking again and finding nothing serious, the old doctor picked up his medicine box and left. Old Hei told Xin Wu Hui to get the money and take the medicine back to brew.

As soon as everyone left, Lao Hei's expression turned serious.

They turned the unconscious Song Fu over again.

On Song Fu's fair and thin left buttock, there was a noticeable bluish birthmark, about the size of an apricot, which was quite conspicuous.

Is it that child?

Old Hei wasn't sure.

He did have a child, but he had a deep-seated hatred for that woman, and after the child was born, he only glanced at him briefly before giving him away. He didn't even know what the child looked like.

Aside from knowing the gender, the only thing that left a deep impression on him was the bluish birthmark on his left buttock.

Over the years, many memories have become blurred.

Aside from the vivid memory of my disgust for that woman, all that's left is a little guilt towards that child.

Admittedly, the child is innocent; he was born with a curse that was not blessed by his father.

If I could do it all over again, would I still lose him? Yes, I still wouldn't.

Old Hei's wavering heart hardened again. The thought of that child reminded him of that woman, making him feel utterly disgusted.

Looking at Song Fu's face again, he was handsome and quiet, unlike both him and that woman; perhaps it was just a coincidence.

With a flick of his sleeve, Old Black stormed off in anger.

If I can't die, then so be it.

The room fell silent again. Song Fu opened his tightly closed eyes, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

Why did Old Hei react this way when he saw his birthmark? Did he know what the birthmark meant? Did he know about his past?

Song Fu felt that his illness had come at just the right time, and that he had even gained something unexpected. However, it was also time to go back to the Song family and ask the steward what had happened.

Song Fu tried to move his thigh, "Hiss..."

The pain was unbearable. He had overheard what the old doctor had said to Lao Hei: if the knife had been just a fraction of an inch off, his manhood would have been gone!

Thinking of this, Song Fu's eyes were filled with coldness. Zheng Peilan, you bitch!

They didn't notice at all that when his eyes were cold, he looked exactly like a different person.

Lao Hei, also known as Xin Mingshan, is just as cold and hard as him.

Song Fu lay down again to recuperate. He had already successfully stayed with the Lü family, so he had no reason to use his injuries to achieve any other purpose.

Song Fu has been doing well these past few days, with nourishing soup at every meal, and Yan Ru occasionally comes to visit him.

Although he didn't stay long, Song Fu was already very satisfied.

He knew the timing wasn't right; he was a servant in the Song family, and he would still be a servant in the Lü family.

Servants, servants, you must never covet the young lady.

Even in dreams, it's not allowed!

The difference in social status is like an insurmountable chasm. Even though the Lü family wasn't a particularly prominent or wealthy family, it didn't matter.

Without status and position, how could one support such a beautiful woman?

Ever since rescuing Yan Ru at the bottom of the Mi River, Song Fu has had a recurring dream. In the dream, he and Yan Ru sink to the bottom of the sea together. She laughs and plays in the water, her figure graceful and lithe, like a mermaid. He follows beside her, the two swimming together, nestled close.

In the heat of passion, he easily pulled Yan Ru into his arms and kissed her passionately…

Every time he woke up, Song Fu would feel lost and dejected for a long time.

The dream was so vivid that he couldn't bear to let go.

Song Fu's heart raced. He finally understood Master Song's infatuation with Yan Ru. Possession and conquest—he wanted to make this little woman's heart forever filled with his own.

He knew that Yan Ru appeared as fragile as crystal, but her heart was truly cold and hard. In his view, neither Master Song nor Song Yuanliang had completely won her heart.

In the dead of night, Song Fu even had a perverse thought: how could he have offered his sincere heart to Yan Ru for such a desecration?

As long as she belongs to me, I'll do anything she asks...

Fortunately, Song Fu was always more lucid than insane, so he was very successful in his act. He knew very well what he should have first and what he should have before he could have Yan Ru.

A man must have his own career.

Song Fu's first step was with Zheng Peilan. Zheng was the only daughter of the Zheng family; to possess her meant to possess all of the Zheng family's assets.

Song Fu didn't think he was exploiting someone who had no descendants, nor did he feel despicable. The business world is like a battlefield, a battlefield that changes in an instant. Exploiting someone who has no descendants is simply a tactic, isn't it?

Besides, he's not the only one who's done this throughout history, so what's wrong with it? Didn't Zheng, the comprador, also build his fortune by stepping on the corpses of countless people in his early years? It's just that karma is a vicious cycle, and retribution is inevitable.

He has already planted the seed; whether it will sprout or not depends on whether God will favor him.