How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

After pondering for a while, Song Fu finally asked, "What if I want to be the young master of the Song family?"

The first wife immediately nodded in agreement, "I'll have Song Wenqu come over and acknowledge you right away."

Song Fu was surprised and doubtful. What was the structure of this first wife's brain? How could she agree to anything?

Seeing that Song Fu did not believe her, she immediately stood up and said, "You wait here, Ah Ming, go and find Song Wenqu."

Uncle Ming set off immediately.

Song Fu quickly stopped her, "No need, Mother, I believe you, it's just that this is too fast, I can't accept it right away."

The first wife smiled happily, "You're willing to call me mother now?"

Song Fu was taken aback. She actually called out "Mother"? But it felt so good to call her "Mother," so natural and smooth.

Regardless of what kind of mother she is, at least she has a place to come from, right?

I can accept it psychologically, but it feels completely foreign to me emotionally.

The first wife didn't care about those things. Seeing that Song Fu looked preoccupied when he entered the room, she thought that he must have encountered some difficulties.

"Child, have you encountered any difficulties lately? Tell me, and I'll help you solve them."

Song Fu glanced at the first wife. Although she had been showing concern for him since he entered the house, she hadn't even asked his name before making such a assumption...

"Mother, why are you so sure you are my mother? What if you've mistaken me for someone else?"

The first wife chuckled, "Because you were brought by Ah Ming. He's the most reliable person. If he hadn't been sure about you, he wouldn't have brought you here so rashly."

Uncle Ming stared at him with a gloomy expression, and Song Fu felt displeased.

It turns out that Uncle Ren and Uncle Ming knew about his background all along, but it was too embarrassing for Uncle Ren to say anything.

Instead of stating his own needs, Song Fu asked, "Can you tell me why you gave birth to me but then didn't want me back then?"

The First Madam's face finally fell, filled with both nostalgia and sorrow: "Back then, your father didn't like me. He resented that I forced him to have you. So as soon as I gave birth, he took you away and made me swear that I was not allowed to look for you or leave the Buddhist hall, or he would commit suicide with you. It was a pity that I had just given birth and was exhausted. I couldn't keep your father at all, so I had no choice but to listen to him and never leave this Buddhist hall."

Then the First Madam asked Song Fu, "It seems your father is taking good care of you. Where is he? Why didn't he come? Does he still resent me?"

Song Fu lowered his head, thinking of Lao Hei's resolute face, and said bitterly, "He didn't raise me. He threw me to the steward of the Song family as soon as I was born. I grew up among servants and suffered a lot. I heard he died a long time ago, so you don't need to worry about him anymore."

The first wife stared wide-eyed, looking utterly devastated and incredulous. "It's impossible! How could someone as capable as your father just die like that? You must be lying to me, right?"

Song Fu could no longer hold back her tears. "What good is it if I don't acknowledge such a heartless person?"

"Slap!" Song Fu's other half of his face was slapped again.

The first wife pointed at him angrily, "Don't you dare insult your father!"

Song Fu roared, "Isn't that right? He had an affair with a secluded woman, but refused to admit it or take responsibility. Even though he had a child, he just dumped it on someone else. Why can't we talk about such an unrighteous and heartless person?"

The first wife hurriedly denied it, "You mustn't say that about your father. He is an excellent person. It was me, it was me who tricked him into drugging you and forced you into my body. It has nothing to do with him. He is a gentleman of impeccable character. If you dare to insult him, I will disown you!"

Song Fu felt a deep pain in his heart. What kind of parents were they?

Why was his life so tragic?

It's unbearable, utterly unbearable.

"I really don't understand you guys!" Song Fu roared, throwing off the covers and running out.

The first wife pressed him down, asking, "Where are you going?"

"Don't you disown me? Where I go is none of your business, Madam."

His unfamiliar and resolute demeanor was just like Old Hei's, and the First Madam's heartstrings were instantly touched.

"Child, what...what's your name?"

Song Fu was taken aback, then said calmly, "Song Fu, the 'Fu' in 'no fortune, no prosperity'."

The first wife suddenly touched his face and looked through him at another person.

"You suffered."

Song Fu quickly fled, saying, "I've been out long enough today, so I'll take my leave now."

The first wife stopped her again: "What are you so busy with? Is our reunion as mother and son less important than anything else?"

Song Fu turned his head to look, and the First Madam's anxious face and Uncle Ming's figure hidden in the dark corner made him uncomfortable.

"I'm just a servant, so naturally I'll do whatever my master tells me to do."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

The first wife stared blankly as Song Fu ran away, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

“Amin, was I too hasty? Did I scare the child?”

Uncle Ming, seeing that the matter was clear, defended the First Madam, saying, "I don't think so. It's obvious that the child had ambitions that he hadn't yet achieved, which is why he lost control of his emotions."

After Song Fu left, the First Madam regained her composure.

"Find out which household my son works as a servant in."

Uncle Ming was silent for a moment, then said, "He was raised by Song Ren, formerly known as Du Ren, and has been a servant in the Song family ever since."

The first wife gritted her teeth, gathered her strength, and slapped down, shattering the eight-immortal table that had been with her for more than ten years into pieces.

"That bastard, that Song Wenqu, how dare he make my son serve him? He has the guts of a dog!"

Uncle Ming remained noncommittal. "What do you plan to do next?"

The first wife snorted coldly, "Of course it's to fight for my son's things. I've wronged him for so many years, letting him grow up alone and miserable. Naturally, I should give him all the good things in this world so that he will understand my good intentions as a mother."

Uncle Ming hesitated for a moment, then stood firmly behind her, saying, "I'll help you with whatever you want to do."

The First Madam turned around and exchanged a smile with Uncle Ming.

Then, with a gust of wind, they closed the door together, and the two entered the bedroom one after the other.

Song Fu returned to the Lü family dejectedly. It was already late, and most people were asleep.

The doorman opened the door for him, and he yawned repeatedly before going back to sleep.

As if possessed, Song Fu staggered into Yanru's courtyard.

She hasn't slept yet.

Having this in mind, Song Fu quickly ran towards that direction.

Like the only guiding light in the darkness.

Yan Ru was still reading. Even though her father wasn't there, she wouldn't allow Song Yuanliang to stay in her room any longer.

Therefore, Yanru was the only one in the room at this time. She was reading a book lightly, and occasionally the sound of pages turning could be heard.

The more you look at a beauty under the lamplight, the more beautiful she becomes. The bright lamplight illuminates the room, clearly revealing Yanru's beauty before your eyes.

Her fair, delicate, and jade-like skin was so smooth and supple that it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. Bathed in soft, warm light, she looked like a lady who had stepped out of a painting, making Song Fu unable to look away.

In a daze, Song Fu felt as if he were her husband, and when he returned home at night, she was scolding him for coming home late.

Just as I was about to go in, a large hand stopped me.

His mouth was immediately covered, and Song Fu realized that he was being held tightly. A moment later, he left the place silently.

Old Hei threw Song Fu hard to the ground, his face ashen. "What were you trying to do just now?"

Song Fu raised his head resentfully, "What do you want to do? Do what my mother did to my father!"

"How dare you!" Old Hei was furious, but he didn't lay a hand on anyone.

But his eyes were exceptionally cold, as if they could freeze Song Fu's soul.

"You'd better watch yourself. If you dare to disrespect the Second Miss, I will show no mercy."

After saying that, Lao Hei left, leaving Song Fu alone in the room.

Song Fu laughed heartily, but then he started crying.

Pitiful, tragic, and lamentable.

In the end, Song Fu was a lonely man.