How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

Chapter 115 The First Wife (4)

If he doesn't go see Yanru soon, school will start. Master Song intends to have Song Yuanliang move out to live in a separate courtyard, ostensibly because he's getting old and should be independent.

In reality, Song Yuanliang suspected that Master Song was afraid that he would be exposed one day and unable to face him, so he devised a plan to make him leave.

"Young Master, please stop making trouble. Isn't that...?" Wouldn't that have gotten you everything you wanted?

Ah Quan knew what Song Yuanliang was thinking, and he knew that Song Yuanliang was running away every night to fool around with his sixth concubine.

He had never personally witnessed how exceptionally beautiful the sixth concubine was, so he felt that Song Yuanliang should let her go now that he had her, lest it damage his relationship with Master Song.

"Ah Quan, we grew up together, don't you know me? I will never give up."

"But you can't...you can't offend the master, can you? Hasn't the master treated you well?"

"That's different. He already knew who my sweetheart was, but he still didn't care about me, his son."

Well, Ah Quan was speechless. It seems that the Sixth Concubine is the legendary "Su Daji". Although she did not bring disaster to the country, she still caused the father and son to "fight each other".

That's the idea, but Ah Quan still needs to be persuaded, otherwise he, the follower, will be the one who suffers.

"If you ask me, you should just get married and find a wife yourself. Stop thinking about other people's."

"Bullshit." Song Yuanliang glared at A-Quan. The usually good-tempered man actually said such vulgar words. It can only be said that beauty can lead people astray.

Song Yuanliang really didn't want to look at the account books anymore, so he yanked open the door and walked out.

Not far along, they saw Song Yi, who was standing next to Master Song, walking towards them with a smile. "Young Master, have you finished looking at the account books?"

So what if you didn't finish watching it?

How could Song Yi make the decision? He just smiled and said, "Master ordered that the account books of the new store in Shanghai be sent over for you to take a look."

“These are the same ledgers every day. Look at them, is there any point in looking at them?” Song Yuanliang casually flipped through them. Although the ledgers looked relatively new, they were old accounts from years ago.

"I'll put it in the study for you first, you can go see it later."

"No need, I'll go find my father right now." Song Yuanliang couldn't take it anymore. Anyone locked in a room facing a pile of old grievances every day would lose their temper.

Song Yixu stopped him, "Young Master, the Master is currently entertaining guests. Why don't you finish reviewing the account books before going to see the Master?"

"Receiving guests again? If he's not receiving guests, he must be out on business. How come he's so busy right after the New Year? He's the host, not the worker. Move aside!"

Song Yuanliang pushed aside Song Yixu's arm and stormed off into the living room.

Unable to stop him, Song Yixu could only grab Song Yuanliang's arm. "Young Master, I'm not lying to you. Master is really entertaining guests."

In the past, these were just excuses, but today they are truly true. However, these words cannot be spoken aloud, so Song Yi can only resort to force to stop them.

People in a fit of anger don't care about anything else. He pushed Song Yi's hand away and walked out, while A-Quan tried to pull Song Yi back.

Honestly, Quan had been keeping Song Yuanliang company in the small study for almost a month, and he was starting to get tired of it.

As long as Song Yuanliang isn't going to see the Sixth Concubine, even if he goes to kill someone, his lackey will only be responsible for handing him the gun.

Song Yi was skilled in martial arts, but he dared not use it against Song Yuanliang. Moreover, Song Yuanliang was a vigorous young man who, even if he had not practiced martial arts, was at the peak of his physical strength. Furthermore, he had A Quan helping to stop him.

Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as Song Yuanliang left.

"Can you let me go now?" Song Yi said dejectedly.

Ah Quan looked at himself clinging to the person like an octopus and felt a little embarrassed. "Are you still going to stop my young master?"

"But I can't disobey the master's orders. If you let me go now, I can take a shortcut to inform him. Otherwise, if the master gets angry, neither of us will be in a good position."

Ah Quan thought it made sense, and quickly let go of the person, "Hurry up and go, don't let the master and young master start arguing."

Song Yi glanced at A Quan speechlessly, then quickly ran away.

When Song Yi arrived by taking a shortcut, Master Song was entertaining guests. Seeing Song Yi panting and covered in sweat, Song Ren quietly went over to ask him something.

"what happened?"

"Young Master doesn't want to look at the account books and says he wants to see Master."

Song Ren frowned, looking at Master Song's unfathomable expression. Although he was smiling, the smile did not reach his eyes; instead, it carried a hint of coldness.

"You should go and block him a bit. Look, it's not appropriate for the master to see the young master right now."

Song Yi looked troubled and was about to speak when Song Yuanliang entered.

"Father." Seeing that there were indeed guests in the living room, Song Yuanliang, still unable to hide his anger, could only barely cut off the conversation and awkwardly call out.

"Okay, you can go down now. I'll call you back later." Master Song didn't expect Song Yuanliang to suddenly barge in. Seeing Song Ren and Song Yi's troubled expressions, he knew that Song Yuanliang was probably annoyed by those account books.

Just as Song Yuanliang was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Hey, isn't this Song?"

"Huang Qian? What are you doing at my house?" Song Yuanliang looked up and saw that Huang Qian and a middle-aged man had come to his house. The two rarely interacted, but since they were both from the same wealthy circle, they had some acquaintance.

"Yeah, I thought you weren't home. I haven't seen you at any of your recent gatherings. What's wrong? Don't you miss your sweetheart? You used to love going there the most, didn't you?"

"Ahem..." Song Yuanliang tried to cover up the past, not wanting to mention Yan Ru's name at this time. "That was in the past. I've been studying hard lately and haven't had time to go."

"Oh, that's a pity. You don't know, Lü Yanru somehow broke the law, and the whole city is after her. Sigh, what a pity, such a beautiful woman, why did she become a thief? I remember you used to love chasing after her, it's a good thing you didn't succeed, otherwise you would have been in trouble."

Song Yuanliang blushed, not wanting Huang Qian to talk about Yan Ru anymore, "Don't say anything more, it's just baseless."

Master Song's face also darkened, and he hurriedly urged, "Since he's a classmate, then you should take Huang Qian down to play. Don't neglect him."

"Yes." Song Yuanliang didn't want to stay here either, so he quickly pulled Huang Qian away.

Although the Song family is the richest family in Sifang City, they rarely hold banquets at home. They usually hold events at their suburban manor or a large hotel. Since these are all Song family properties, Huang Qian and Master Huang are not familiar with the Song residence.

After the two young men left, Master Huang continued, "Master Song, what do you think of the conditions I proposed? Are they enough for you to agree to?"

Mr. Song said coldly, "Impossible. This news isn't worth such a high price."

"Oh? What if I tell your Madam the news? What do you think she'll do for me?" Master Huang threatened with a smile.

Master Song's tiger-like eyes narrowed as he looked at Master Huang's face, which resembled the First Madam's when he smiled, and he wished he could tear it to shreds immediately.

He remained composed and said calmly, "My eldest wife has long resided in the Buddhist temple and no longer cares about worldly affairs. I'm afraid your message will not be able to get out."

How do you know...?

"Show them out!" Master Song lost his patience. "Master Huang, although you may have some skill, I, Song Wenqu, have been in Sifang City for many years and I am not easily intimidated. Your threats have no effect on me. On the contrary, you had better keep your mouth shut, otherwise, I don't know where it will appear?"

A crack appeared on Master Huang's confident face. He knew in his heart that Master Song had the ability, and therefore he began to waver.

"Master Huang, please." Song Ren approached respectfully, though his face remained largely expressionless.

"Hmph, I hope you won't regret this." After uttering these harsh words, Master Huang turned and left, and Master Song did not try to stop him as he had hoped.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Mr. Huang sat in the car with a worried expression. "Is she really unable to help me?"

It had been a while since Master Huang left, but Master Song was still furious. He smashed all the furnishings in the hall, his face still bulging with anger. "That bitch, she still hasn't calmed down after all these years. I really regret not killing her with one blow."

Just then, the butler arrived.

“Sir, I received this letter when I came here today.”

"At three quarters past the hour of You (5:45 PM), meet in the Buddhist hall." The letter contained only these eight large characters, crooked and uneven.

Master Song flew into a rage and said angrily, "After all these years, why won't she let me go?!"