"Hey, Dad, what are you doing? Let go of me, you're hurting me!" In the past, Dad might not have been too affectionate, but at least he didn't resort to beating or scolding, right?
Now, just when she had become an adult, he still acted like this, how embarrassing for her.
It also indirectly reflected that Rong Jing'an was driven to the wall by anger.
"I think you just like being mistreated, your brain isn't clear, otherwise why would you marry this kind of man? You're shaming me!" Rong Jing'an said harshly.
"Dad, don't be like this!" Song Weiyi pulled away, what was wrong with this kind of man? How had he shamed her father?
Self-reliant, respectful to parents, brotherly love, respectable and honest looking, diligent gentleman, others couldn't find such a man even with a lantern.
"Weiyi, and also Pei Yibai, listen to me well!" Rong Jing'an pushed Song Weiyi away, and she fell sitting onto the sofa, fortunately avoiding the scalding hot water.
"I will not agree to your affair, either go to the Civil Affairs Bureau next Monday to divorce, or you disown me as your father, make your own choice."
A man without a house or car dares to dream of marrying above his station? Simply delusional!
Or perhaps, this Pei Yibai, upon seeing Weiyi is his daughter, thought that by marrying Weiyi, he could gain a goldmine, and save himself twenty years of struggle?
In your dreams!
"Dad!" Song Weiyi stopped struggling, staring blankly at the stranger who was her father.
Even if he designed to sell her out, she had never thought of disowning this father.
But she had never imagined that Rong Jing'an would say such a thing.
"Calling me 'Dad' is useless. Pei Yibai, my daughter has been raised in the lap of luxury, are you sure you, a man without a house or car, can give her happiness as an older single man? Don't talk to me about the sanctity of love; without money, everything is bullshit."
Song Weiyi got up, standing firmly on her man's side, retorting with conviction, "Why not? Money isn't everything; we can work hard together, Dad, you are being too subjective and decisive."
"Shut up!" Rong Jing'an, interrupted, was displeased, with his own daughter undermining him, was the chaos not enough for her?
"You are blinded by love right now, you haven't suffered, so you don't understand what hardship tastes like. Weiyi, oh Weiyi, I can guarantee that if you live with him for a week, you'll break down from that kind of life." Rong Jing'an spoke with absolute certainty.
Although he hadn't doted on his younger daughter like he had on Fu Qishan, he had also been quite generous to his younger daughter from a young age. Despite not being able to compare with his older daughter, Song Weiyi's life had also been quite comfortable.
Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Song Weiyi's eyes, and she stopped struggling, staring steadily at her own father. "Dad, are you serious about what you said?"
"Absolutely!"
"Then, Dad, give Yibai and me a week's time. If it really is as you say, and I can't bear it, then I will immediately divorce him and obediently follow Dad's arrangement, how about that?" Song Weiyi raised her chin, Pei Yibai, who was just about to speak next to her, heard her words and silently swallowed his own.
A week's proof time? Rong Jing'an hesitated.
His intention was to force them to divorce directly. It wasn't easy raising a daughter, and to let her go to waste like that was hard for him to accept.
But if he separated them directly, her rebelliousness would probably increase, and she would be even more unwilling to leave the poor guy. The key was to see her willingly part.
Hesitating, Rong Jing'an thought of this point, and his disapproval turned to approval; he didn't believe in that nonsense.
"Since you've brought it up, then Dad will grant you this." He looked at Pei Yibai coldly, a sneer repeated on his face.
Song Weiyi, who had thought things would get more serious, felt much relieved, things were a bit better than she had imagined. A week? Forget about a week, even a year or ten years, a lifetime, as long as it was the life she wanted, she could persevere!
No, it was enjoyment!
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That evening, Song Weiyi packed her belongings at the Fu Family's house and left with Pei Yibai.
The Fu Family's villa was in a villa district in A City, where few people roamed at night. Public transport was out of the question, and not even a taxi could be hailed.
"Are you really not going to regret leaving home?" Pei Yibai broke the silence as they stepped out of the Fu Family's gate.
Under the moonlight, Song Weiyi's eyes were bright and spirited, like the brightest star in the dark night sky, irresistible to anyone who saw them.
"No regrets!"
"I can't offer you a life of wealth, and there's a pile of debts, it's going to be tough in the future. If you stayed here, you'd still be the pampered young lady, with everything provided on a platter."
Song Weiyi gave him a look and breathlessly pushed her suitcase forward.
"I'm not disabled, why would I need everything on a platter? I have my hands and feet, what I work hard for is real. Even if I stayed rich here, it's all Auntie's." It wouldn't even be her father's, she thought.
She scoffed at herself, even with wealth, this place was but a gilded cage, and she refused to have her wings clipped!
"I said I'm set on you, and I meant it. Just watch my determination," Song Weiyi declared, lifting her chin firmly.
Was that a declaration of commitment or a love phrase?
Pei Yibai took over her suitcase, intertwining his hand with hers. "In that case, let's go."
Hearing such a love phrase for the first time wasn't bad; it actually felt quite good.
"So, you're not going to persuade me to go back anymore?" Song Weiyi asked cheerfully.
"You're my wife."
"What?"
"My wife, naturally, should come back to my home, shouldn't she?" Pei Yibai explained in good spirits.
Song Weiyi nodded in realization, right, she almost didn't catch that.
But why did simply being acknowledged by him make her feel so elated?
"So, where are we going now? Where do you live? Hold on a second, it's too far from the outside, it'll take us over half an hour to walk. I'll call a Didi to ride," she said as she took out her phone to summon a cab, while Pei Yibai suddenly came to his senses, realizing he wasn't quite clear on the housing situation himself.
"Ding-dong," a message alert sounded.
Pei Yibai took out his phone; it was a message from Wang Meng. "Boss, your new residence has been decorated to your specifications, though due to the short notice it's only just been finished now."
He skimmed past Wang Meng's preamble and focused on the last line of text, Tongli Community, Building 3, Apartment 503.
Song Weiyi hung up the phone cheerfully, "I've just arranged with a driver; he'll be here in two minutes."
Pei Yibai nodded, "Let's sit over there, are you cold dressed like that?" He frowned as he noticed Song Weiyi's bare shoulders.
Even though it was a summer night, with the mountain wind howling, it was too chill for her, a girl alone.
"Not cold, not cold. Ah, there's the car. Let's go back first."
Once in the car, Pei Yibai told the driver nonchalantly: "Tongli Community on Tangxi Road."
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