How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

A long table was placed in the center of the banquet hall, on which various delicious dishes were laid out.

Guests gathered in small groups around the tables, some chatting and laughing, others raising their glasses in toasts.

Today's paintings are all displayed on the second floor, while the first floor is specifically used for entertaining guests. Therefore, the guests are separated according to their preferences.

Yan Ru stood upstairs and looked down. Zheng Peilan, holding a glass, moved back and forth among the guests, chatting and flattering them, doing so flawlessly.

Seeing that Yan Ru was always staring at other people, Song Yuanliang felt a little jealous.

Why are you staring at her so much?

Yan Ru chuckled lightly, "It's nothing, I just think she's quite interesting."

"Really?" Song Yuanliang couldn't tell. "She kept coming to my house the other day, and as soon as she arrived, she would start talking about business. I couldn't stand listening to her."

Yan Ru found it amusing, "You studied business, so isn't talking about business strategies something you're good at?"

Song Yuanliang's eyes flashed with distress. "No way, I've heard enough of it at school. Who wants to listen to her? Those pretentious words of hers really make me feel embarrassed."

Yan Ru remained silent, but she knew perfectly well that since they had no connection whatsoever, this sudden, enthusiastic visit must have something to say. However, Yan Ru didn't want to have any further contact with the rest of the Song family, so she kept quiet.

"Let's go. She was stingy today. She didn't display many paintings, and we finished looking at them in no time. It's not interesting."

Song Yuanliang naturally agreed; if it weren't for Yan Ru, he wouldn't have come to this kind of occasion.

Strangely enough, despite being the richest family in the country, the Song family isn't particularly enthusiastic about these large gatherings. It's rare to hear of any member of the Song family making a splash at any banquet, which is probably why the Song family has managed to stay out of it on several occasions.

He always made sure to observe proper etiquette, but as for people, Master Song mostly only attended small private gatherings.

He often said that when you get to this level in business, you only need to deal with the few who have the final say, and there's no need to flatter others.

Although Yanru didn't like him, she also thought his point of view was very correct.

Therefore, before the banquet officially began, Yan Ru and Song Yuanliang had already quietly slipped away.

As the weather gets hotter, we wear less and less clothing.

The middle-aged man at the door was still pondering, "That damn bastard, that damn slut, ugh~ it doesn't sound like a compliment at all, what does she mean by that?..."

Seeing him muttering to himself, Yanru found it strange and asked, "Is something bothering you?"

When the middle-aged man saw that the girl in front of him was a stylish female student, his eyes lit up immediately. "Hey, little girl, do you speak English?"

"Just a little bit."

"Alright then, let me ask you, what does that 'stupid idiot' mean?"

Yan Ru was taken aback, then chuckled: "What does 'dead fart' mean?"

Yan Ru paused after saying a few words, "Where did you learn this word?"

The middle-aged man scratched his head. "It was Ms. Zheng Peilan who just said it. She smiled and left after saying it. She said it was a nice thing, but it didn't sound like it to me."

Yan Ru suddenly realized, then shook her head, "I haven't learned this word before, and besides, your pronunciation might not be standard, so I really can't understand it. I'm sorry."

Just as he was about to leave, Song Yuanliang couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The man immediately understood, "You clearly realized it wasn't a compliment, right?"

Unable to answer, Yan Ru could only smile apologetically and quickly pulled Song Yuanliang away.

The middle-aged man, as if suddenly realizing something, spat out a mouthful of saliva, "Damn it, so what if you're rich? You dare insult me? Pah, pah, pah..."

Song Yuanliang suppressed a laugh and said, "Ahem, I'm leaving now."

The two left quickly while talking, and only after they could no longer see the uncle did Song Yuanliang burst into laughter.

"Tell me, what is this person thinking? You can't even tell him he's an idiot."

Yan Ru remained noncommittal, waiting for Song Yuanliang to finish laughing before saying, "Ignorance is no excuse. We don't know what happened, so why are you laughing at him?"

"Oh," Song Yuanliang replied honestly.

Since confirming his relationship with Yanru, he has become well-behaved. He is no longer always anxious and sad, but instead becomes more cheerful by her side every day.

Yan Ru gradually became quieter, sometimes not saying more than a few words a day.

Yan Ru was unwilling to socialize, and Song Yuanliang did not force her; he would do the things she was unwilling to do.

The two walked side by side; the man was tall and the woman was pretty, and they were quite a good match.

Today I didn't drive or take a rickshaw; I just strolled back slowly.

It's a 20-minute walk from here to Yan Rujia's place, but Song Yuanliang felt it wasn't far enough and that it should be a little longer.

We walked and stopped along the way, chatting and laughing, so we didn't feel tired at all.

"Don't go, I...I'm pregnant."

!

Yan Ru and Song Yuanliang exchanged a glance. Had they accidentally stumbled upon someone's secret?

This alley isn't exactly secluded; there are food stalls outside, and it's not like it's dark and visibility is poor. Why would they be loudly "plotting" here?

Yan Ru frowned, unwilling to get involved in such a secret matter, but since she and Song Yuanliang had already stepped in, leaving would only attract attention.

So Yanru raised her voice and called out, "There's a cosmetics shop across this alley. Their goose egg powder is the best. Let's go check it out."

Song Yuanliang immediately realized what was going on, "Okay, let's go then."

The commotion paused, and then a man of similar age to Song Yuanliang hurriedly ran out.

Upon seeing the two, he appeared flustered but not nervous. Instead, he glared fiercely at them, especially when his eyes flashed with a mixture of amazement and danger.

Song Yuanliang immediately pulled Yan Ru into his arms and glared back defiantly.

The man left without saying a word.

A moment later, a muffled sobbing sound came from deep within the alley; it must have been the girl.

Yan Ru suddenly lost interest. "Let's go, I want to go home."

Song Yuanliang didn't want Yan Ru to be exposed to the public anymore. With her looks, she attracted almost every man he met, and he didn't want to add any more rivals.

The man quickly got into the car, and his subordinate immediately said, "Second Young Master, shall we go to that newly opened art gallery?"

It turned out that this person was none other than Guo Ziyou, the second young master.

He tightened his tie, looking extremely agitated. "Let's go."

Today he had planned to announce his engagement to Zheng Peilan in public, forcing Commander Guo to agree even if he didn't want to. Who knew that Zhang Yan, that tactless person, would cry and beg him to take responsibility?

Ha, does he not know what she's up to?

Trying to curry favor with the powerful? Dream on!

He wouldn't have touched her if her two older brothers hadn't been working for Guo Zixing.

Besides, if you get pregnant after just a few encounters, who knows if it's real or not, and you don't know your own limits.

However, if it were that woman from before…

Guo Ziyou smiled, pursing his lips. With that kind of looks, she could be his second wife. If she were gentle and obedient, it wouldn't be a bad idea to help her take over once Zheng Peilan was no longer of any use.

It's a pity I forgot to ask her which family she belongs to. But since she's with Song Yuanliang, could she be a young lady from the Song family?

Now Guo Ziyou was uncertain. If she really was Miss Song, she seemed to be no less beautiful than Zheng Peilan.

After thinking it over, the dream was indeed beautiful.