How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

The next day, I didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky.

Yanru stretched her aching body, then slowly sat up.

"hiss……"

Last night's madness flashed through her mind, causing her to frown in annoyance. Why did she always run into this kind of mess? Aphrodisiacs! Aphrodisiacs again! She'd better destroy them all someday.

Driven by lust, she was unwilling to do this without a proper status or recognition.

Yan Ru glanced at the sleeping Song Yuanliang. Despite his gentle demeanor, she felt a bit annoyed and couldn't help but kick him.

Song Yuanliang slowly woke up, his eyes widening in a daze, seemingly confused: "Yanru?"

Yan Ru had composed herself, and when she turned her head again, she looked a little embarrassed. "You're awake? Let's go to the hospital to see Mr. Xin. I wonder how he is."

Song Yuanliang nodded hurriedly, then said with a satisfied smile, "Yanru, we are finally together."

Yan Ru nestled into his arms, hiding her expressionless face from him. "Let's not talk about that anymore. We'll wait for my father to come back and make the decision."

"Yes, I'll do whatever you say. Now that I've severed ties with my father, if you still don't want me, I'll really have nowhere to go."

Yan Ru was shocked; she had no idea that this had happened while she was unconscious.

Hearing this, he nodded, but said insincerely, "Of course, didn't we agree to be together?"

Song Yuanliang rested his chin on Yan Ru's shoulder, gently stroking it, inhaling her unique fragrance, and was deeply moved. "Yan Ru, I really love you so much, so very much."

Then he tried to kiss Yan Ru, but Yan Ru pushed him away, saying, "No, Mr. Xin is still in the hospital, and I'm very worried about him."

Song Yuanliang stopped, then placed a light kiss on Yan Ru's forehead, leaving a watermark. "Alright, there's plenty of time in the future."

Yan Ru smiled and pulled Song Yuanliang up to wash up.

She certainly didn't hate Song Yuanliang, nor did she love him that much; she just really disliked losing her virginity like this, even though it was because she was drugged and Yuanliang was only saving her.

This made her feel very indecent, and her past foolishness would involuntarily surface in her mind, so she was very resistant to sleeping together like this.

But that's all we can do. At least Yuanliang is devoted to her and spoils her rotten. It's just a matter of how long it will last.

After washing up, Yan Rujian ate something with Song Yuanliang and then went to the hospital.

They didn't know which hospital Lao Hei was in, so they had to ask at each hospital one by one, and finally found him at a clinic.

Old Hei was pale-faced but exceptionally handsome. Even lying on his back, his features were still striking, like the sharp, surging waters of a deep, icy pool. In terms of appearance, he was the most handsome man Yan Ru had ever seen. Even in his old age, he possessed an air of refined elegance.

It turned out that he grew a beard to cover his appearance; if Xin Wu Hui and Song Fu hadn't been around him, Yan Ru wouldn't have recognized him.

"Brother Wu Hui, how is Mr. Xin?"

Xin Wu Hui's eyes were red, clearly she had already cried.

"The doctor said that I lost too much blood and was also drugged with aphrodisiacs, causing my emotions to run wild. We can only stop the bleeding first and then give me the antidote." As she spoke, Xin Wu Hui glared fiercely at the First Madam. "If someone hadn't interfered and prevented me from taking the medicine, my uncle would probably have woken up long ago."

Song Fu and Xin Wu Hui both had red eyes, but Song Fu was more indignant and frustrated. Even if Yan Ru couldn't read the emotions in his eyes, she could still feel his despair and pain.

Yan Ru was a little confused. Didn't Song Fu mistake Mr. Xin for someone else? Judging from his current sad appearance, he didn't seem like a fake relative.

Song Fu quickly cleared up Yan Ru's confusion, "Miss Lü, I've found my biological father, Mr. Xin, my biological father."

Yan Ru's eyes widened. "What's going on?"

Song Fu looked up into the room and stared intently at Old Hei's first wife. He said, word by word, "It's a long story, so I won't go into it. I just need to ask you to take care of my father first. My adoptive father has died, and I need to go and arrange his funeral."

Yan Ru nodded solemnly, “Please accept my condolences. Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, I will never let Mr. Xin suffer any further harm. I will double the number of guards for the Lü family. Mrs. Guo from the Marshal’s Mansion once promised me that I could just ask her if I needed anything. I think it shouldn’t be difficult to find a few guards from the army.”

Song Fu had no better solution. Old Hei was no longer in immediate danger, and he had to take care of Uncle Ren's funeral arrangements. Moreover, he didn't know how Aunt Ren and her younger siblings were doing, and they were all waiting for him to deal with them.

We should save lives, not deaths. Now that Old Hei is alright, it's time to go find Aunt Ren and the others.

Song Fu wiped away his tears and straightened his clothes, wanting to see Uncle Ren in a presentable manner.

Before leaving, Song Fu said, "Wu Hui, I'm leaving my father in your care." Then he turned to the First Madam and warned, "If you hurt my father or anyone else again, I will never forgive you and will curse you to a terrible death as your own son."

These words were spoken with force and resentment, sending chills down one's spine.

The first wife was displeased for the first time. Of course, it wasn't that she didn't care about the child, but she cared more about Old Black than the child.

"Why would I hurt your father? As for the others, they are safe as long as they don't mess with me."

Uncle Ming frowned, staring dangerously at Song Fu, as if he would be strangled on the spot if Song Fu said anything unpleasant.

Song Fu closed his eyes, putting this unpleasant scene behind him, and left the clinic without looking back.

Yan Ru was apprehensive. After telling Xin Wu Hui, she led Song Yuanliang to the Marshal's Mansion. She didn't explain what had happened, only that her life was threatened, and easily borrowed ten guards. Each one was strong and powerful, with a pistol at their waist.

Even if the First Madam was dissatisfied, she could only endure it, unable to help but be wary of Yanru.

Yan Ru finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the First Madam wasn't completely reckless. Perhaps mice are naturally afraid of cats; a bandit like the First Madam was inherently wary of soldiers.

Thinking of this, Yanru couldn't help but worry about her sister and father. There had been no news of them for quite some time, and she didn't know how they were doing.

Meanwhile, Song Fu drove the Lü family's car and returned to the Song residence peacefully.

Upon seeing him, everyone's faces turned pale, unsure how to face him. They had already heard the First Madam repeatedly say that Song Fu was her son, but since Master Song wasn't her biological father, wasn't he an illegitimate child?

Furthermore, Song Ren's situation became even more complicated due to the death of his first wife. He was both the victim's adopted son and the perpetrator's biological son.

Song Fu was aware of the whispers and stares from the crowd, but he couldn't explain himself. He couldn't choose his birth; the only thing he could do was fulfill his duty to be worthy of being born a human being.

Master Song did not meet Song Fu, but instead had someone lead him to the burned-down Buddhist hall and told him that the person he was looking for was there.

Song Yi felt great sympathy for this young man, so he volunteered to send him over.

Along the way, Song Yi looked at the silent Song Fu, hesitant to speak, and finally managed to say, "From now on, you should take good care of Gui'er. She only has you left."

Song Fu felt as if a heavy stone had been placed on his heart, causing him great distress and excruciating pain.

After hearing Song Yi's words, he could basically guess the fate of Aunt Ren and the others.

Staggering, Song Fu didn't even know how he got to the Buddhist hall. He didn't dare approach the place that had been burned beyond recognition, for fear of seeing the incomplete skeletons.

Song Yi didn't say anything more and stood outside waiting, believing that Song Fu could pull through.

Like a puppet, Song Fu instinctively stepped inside. There were two skeletons on the ground of the burned-out side room, but the two charred skeletons looked tall and strong, not like Aunt Ren and the children's physiques.

This gave Song Fu a glimmer of hope; perhaps Aunt Ren and the others were still alive.

His expectations were quickly dashed.

The door to the right-hand wing room opened, and a strong stench of corpses wafted out.

When Song Fu went inside, he froze. On the floor of the left wing room lay three figures—Ren's three children.

They were already paralyzed and unable to get up, their bodies stiff and pale, their mouths slightly open, and there were deep marks on their cheeks. It was clear that they had suffocated the children to prevent them from making too much noise.

Beside them lay a woman in a pool of blood, a dagger embedded in her chest, blood flowing freely.

Looking further inside, there was an even older corpse, its bones rotting away. Judging from the twisted shape of its limbs, it must have been tortured to death.

Song Fu couldn't even cry at this moment. If he hadn't been so greedy, he wouldn't have been so fixated on finding his parents. If he hadn't insisted on finding his parents, Uncle Ren's family wouldn't have died.

Song Fu's knees buckled, and he slammed to the ground, opening his mouth wide to cry, but no sound came out.

He knelt on the ground, holding his head and sobbing.

Uncle Ren, I'm sorry!

Didn't you say that you raised me from childhood, that you would teach me to read and write, and that you would take care of my marriage?

How could you go back on your word!

Aunt Ren, haven't you always disliked me?

Get up and hit me!

Eldest sister, second sister, little brother, don't you all love playing with me?

Get up quickly, I'll take you to the street.

Unfortunately, silence fell over the ground, broken only by the howling wind, which seemed to be roaring and protesting its injustice...

Song Fu knelt on the ground, unable to rise, and wept uncontrollably.