Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Seeing that Qiao Feng remained silent, Zhao Lian assumed he was worried and quickly comforted him, "Qiao Feng, don't worry, I don't think anything will happen to them."

Qiao Feng curled his lips into a knowing smile: "I know, with your father taking care of them, I believe they'll be fine. It's just a pity for my dad~"

Judging from Qiao Feng's tone, it seemed that he was convinced that the two of them had planned it all along and agreed to run away together.

Zhao Lian didn't want to say more, since it wasn't her business anyway.

Just then, Li Si brought up a steaming bowl of food, and the aroma immediately filled the air.

Li Si placed the dishes on the tray on the table, smiling as he said, "Shopkeeper, the food is here. This plate is beef, and this plate is venison!"

Li Si's words brought Qiao Feng back to his senses, and he looked at Zhao Lian beside him: "Zhao Lian, let's stop talking and eat first."

Then Qiao Feng looked at Song Wenjie and said, "Brother Song, you should eat too. It's so cold, the food won't taste good if it gets cold."

Watching the two of them talk, ignoring him completely, Song Wenjie felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't join in what they were saying.

Seeing that Song Wenjie hadn't touched his chopsticks, Zhao Lian couldn't help but urge him, "Big brother, hurry up and eat, then we'll go back quickly, it'll be dark soon."

Song Wenjie twitched the corner of his mouth, showing no intention of touching his chopsticks: "And you're talking to me? You should hurry back too. I won't feel at ease if I don't take you home, you're a young lady all alone."

Zhao Lian raised her fist and said in a clear voice, "You know how good I am at kung fu, so you don't need to worry about me."

The aroma of the dishes on the table was irresistible, and Zhao Lian couldn't resist picking up her chopsticks.

To be honest, the head chef's skills were quite good. The wild beef was stir-fried until tender yet still chewy, and the venison was also savory and delicious.

Then, Li served several more signature dishes, which Zhao Lian ate without stopping. While eating, she couldn't help but mutter, "Mmm, it's really delicious. Qiao Feng, I must say, the chefs at your restaurant are quite skilled. No wonder the business is so good."

"If you like it, eat more." Seeing Zhao Lian eating so heartily, Qiao Feng couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, Song Wenjie said with a stern face, "Zhao Lian, you look like you haven't eaten for days. As a girl, you should know how to behave yourself."

Upon hearing this, the food in her mouth suddenly lost its flavor, and Zhao Lian pouted: "I'm not a lady from a noble family, I'm just like this, it's none of your business."

"If you don't like it, leave now. Nobody's stopping you. Don't ruin my appetite."

Song Wenjie was speechless after being rebuked by her, his face turning pale and then red. Qiao Feng, who was standing next to him, suppressed a laugh and said, "Brother Song, why don't you leave first?"

Even if you tell me to leave, I won't!

Song Wenjie's face was gloomy.

Seeing that Song Wenjie remained silent but showed no sign of leaving, Qiao Feng spoke up: "Zhao Lian, my elder brother and sister-in-law haven't seen you for a while, and they often talk about you!"

“Even Qiao Xin keeps saying she wants to find her aunt. How about this, you come back with me later and give them a surprise. I bought a house here, and there are spare rooms. You can stay at my place tonight!”

"no!"

Before Zhao Lian could even speak, Song Wenjie immediately refused.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian immediately contradicted her: "Fine, I'll go! But you have to have your kitchen staff kill that wild boar for me, salt it, and I'll take it back tomorrow."

Song Wenjie, standing nearby, became anxious: "No, if you want to go, I'll go with you!"

Zhao Lian pouted and rolled her eyes: "Hey big brother, why are you always following me? Stop messing around, just go back, okay!"

"No, I have to take you back! I'm worried about you being out there alone." With that, Song Wenjie stood up, grabbed Zhao Lian, and pulled her toward the door.

Zhao Lian got angry too, and flung his hand away, her face cold: "How many times have I told you? My affairs are none of your business. Even my godparents don't interfere like this. If you keep this up, I'm going to get really angry!"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian disliked him so much. Song Wenjie's face turned ashen, and he exuded a chilling aura.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Qiao Feng quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Brother Song, you should go back first. I will take good care of Zhao Lian."

Song Wenjie pursed his lips, watched as Zhao Lian turned her face away, his dark eyes darkened, and without saying anything more, he turned and went downstairs.

"Hey~ Zhaolian, your sworn brother seems to be angry."

"Ignore him! He's so annoying! I hate it when people try to tell me what to do!"

Hearing this, Song Wenjie, who was walking up the stairs, stopped in his tracks, his lips twitched, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again a second later, his eyes were cold again, and he walked away.

Once outside the restaurant, Song Wenjie untied the horse that was tied to a nearby pillar, mounted it, cracked his whip, and galloped towards the outskirts.

At this moment, Song Wenjie was extremely angry. He never expected that Zhao Lian would say such things to him in front of Qiao Feng. It seemed that he was nothing to her.

Forget it! She's my god-sister, she has the right to make friends, especially since she's an old friend. I guess I was being a bit too nosy.

Song Wenjie rode his horse at breakneck speed along the official road, circling several times. As darkness fell, his anger finally subsided, and he turned back home.

Although it was getting dark, from a distance, the sharp-eyed Song Wenjie could see several furtive figures outside his front door, peering through the crack in the door.

Could there be a thief?

What audacity! They actually dared to set their sights on the Governor's Mansion.

Song Wenjie, who had just suppressed his anger, suddenly felt it flare up again.

To avoid alerting those people, Song Wenjie dismounted, led his horse slowly into the alley, and then went around it.

He walked around to the side gate of his house, led the horse inside, and then walked around to the main gate from the side gate.

The sky had completely darkened, and the men peering through the crack in the door were completely unaware of Song Wenjie's approach.

Upon closer inspection, Song Wenjie realized that none of the people were very tall; one of them was a girl, and the other two looked like little boys.

Suddenly, Song Wenjie felt that their backs looked familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

"Who are you?" Song Wenjie asked in a cold voice.

The sudden noise startled the people who were peering through the crack in the door.

"Ah~"

Several people were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, followed by another scream: "A ghost!"

Song Wenjie chuckled to himself. So the other party thought he was a ghost? Is there such a handsome ghost?

"Who are you people? What are you doing lurking around here like that!"

"He's my benefactor!"

"Big sister, he wasn't a ghost after all, he's our benefactor!" The short figure jumped up happily.

Song Wenjie was stunned. Now he could see clearly that these people were none other than the three siblings who had sold themselves on the street to bury their father half a month ago.

They actually came knocking on his door, which was completely unexpected for Song Wenjie.