"Youâre contradicting yourself, didnât you say you didnât want her?"
"Hmph! Letâs not talk about her!"
"Alright then," Ye Yang stood up, "Director, five minutes have passed and the person still hasnât arrived, so Iâll be on my way."
"Hey?! Ye Yangâjust one more minuteâ"
Ye Yang was already getting impatient, grabbing Song Xiaoxiâs suitcase, holding her hand and walking out.
Andy rushed after them, "Hey, Young Master Ye Yangâ"
Taking the little girl out so openly, wonât people with ulterior motives spin stories about it?
...
Song Jiaqi did as she said, driving straight back to the TV station, ignoring Song Xiaoxi.
All the way, she was fuming, thinking she might as well hand her over to Ye Yang!
How many years had she endured finger-pointing for being an unwed mother?
This society is much more forgiving of a man with a child out of wedlock than a woman giving birth unmarried.
Since Song Xiaoxi chose him, let her follow him then!
If Song Xiaoxiâs betraying attitude persisted, once she learned about her and Ye Yangâs father-daughter relationship, even if they went to court over custody, the wretched girl would choose Ye Yang over her!
Itâs all fateâs arrangement...
If thatâs the case, she might as well withdraw earlier and get used to living alone!
With this in mind, Song Jiaqi decided not to worry about Song Xiaoxi anymore. After all, Ye Yang was indeed her biological father, not some stranger.
Since it was Ye Yang, Song Jiaqi wasnât worried about her daughterâs safety; in this, she had trust.
With no worries, as the afternoon became busy, she had little time and energy for other thoughts.
After work, Song Jiaqi drove out of the TV station, when suddenly, a man in black appeared in front of her car. She hurriedly hit the brakes and honked twice: "What are you doing? Do you have a death wish?"
The man stood blocking the car, showing no intention to leave.
It was then Song Jiaqi noticed another black car parked by the roadside.
Who could it be?
Could it be Ye Yang?
Song Jiaqi didnât believe that someone would try to kidnap her in broad daylight, especially since she held no ransom value; no one would pay for her.
Thinking this, Song Jiaqi got out of the car. "Who is your master?"
"Miss Song, Brother Three Gu requests your presence."
Startled, Song Jiaqi hadnât figured out who Brother Three Gu was.
She wasnât familiar with people in that circle, "Brother Three Gu?"
From the Gu family...
"Gu Tianyu?"
Why would Gu Tianyu be looking for her?
The man led her to the black car. As soon as the door opened, she was pushed inside.
"Heyâ" Song Jiaqiâs shout was too late, the door closed and locked.
Song Jiaqi leaned against the car door, cautiously eyeing Gu Tianyu: "Gu... Brother Three? We donât seem to know each other, do we?"
Why suddenly seek her out?
"Itâs enough that I know you."
"... Arenât you playing the domineering male lead trope?"
"Ahem..." Song Jiaqi cleared her throat, "What do you want from me?"
"Youâll find out soon," Gu Tianyu didnât touch her, even though she sat far away, he didnât drag her over to him.
Song Jiaqi was extremely curious but didnât know what to say, so she curled up there, motionless.
Hugging her arms, she said, "Brother Three Gu... If Iâve offended you in any way... I apologize first... But secondly... if you plan to do anything to me, even as a vengeful ghost, I wonât let you go..."