"How dare you!" A thunderous smack on the desk abruptly erupted, "Who taught you to call your own father by his name!?"
Song Yan sneered, "You still remember you're my father?"
The middle-aged man in front of her, who was now seething with rage, was indeed her father, Song Chengye, and also the master of the Song Mansion.
Song Yan lowered her head to glance at the red wedding invitation she had just slapped down on the table, finding it glaring and offensive to the eyes.
"The wedding invitation has already arrived in my hands. You'd think I was dead, but no, you're here to provoke me on purpose?"
Song Chengye was not surprised.
It was as if her reaction was completely within his expectations.
His frown softened slightly as he picked up the invitation.
He flipped through it, closed it, then patted it in the palm of his hand and said, "What's this? I send you an invitation and you get mad? If I hadn't sent you one, wouldn't you have turned the world upside down?"
Song Yan's strikingly beautiful face was tightly drawn.
Her hands by her sides clenched into fists.
Her voice was somewhat shrill as she spoke, "I have already told you, either she humbly remains your nameless mistress for life, or she gets out of the Song Family! There is no third option!"
A sound of something heavy hitting the floor came from the doorway.
Both people in the study shifted their gaze to the source of the noise.
At the door, a middle-aged woman stood awkwardly, her expression both embarrassed and unpleasant.
A moment later, she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, did I disturb you? I heard Yanyan had come back, so I thought I'd bring over some tea, not realizing… It's all my fault, I'm so clumsy, I'll clean this up right away."
The maid had already come over with a cloth to tidy up, but the woman took the cloth from her hands and squatted down to clean up herself.
Seeing this, Song Chengye furrowed his brow, "Zhiya, leave these little things to the servants."
"It's fine, I was the one who was careless, I'll have it tidied up immediately."
Song Yan withdrew her gaze, too lazy to spare another glance.
"Chengye, Yanyan has finally agreed to come home, don't be so harsh on her. Whatever you have to say, say it nicely—you're father and daughter, not enemies," the woman's gentle voice rang out.
Song Chengye remained silent, giving Song Yan a sidelong glance and a silent sigh.
The woman then turned to Song Yan, pleading earnestly, "Yanyan, your father has always cared about you. Don't misunderstand him anymore, and stop being angry with him. Now that you're back, why not stay for good?"
Song Yan looked at her coldly, and after a long pause, she let out a disdainful snort.
What a perfect 'noble white lotus'.
The middle-aged woman in front of her, named Jin Zhiya, was the mistress of Song Chengye referred to by Song Yan, and arguably… the woman Song Yan hated the most in this world.
It was because of this Jin Zhiya that Song Yan had left the Song Family.
Ever since she stepped into the Song Mansion with her daughter, Song Yan had left without looking back.
That departure lasted for six or seven years.
Over the years, Song Chengye had sought her out, but she had been resolute, refusing to return unless Jin Zhiya was expelled from the Song Family.
She made an exception to come back this time because she could no longer tolerate it.
Song Chengye had actually had someone send her the wedding invitation!
It was a blatant provocation!
He had endured for six or seven years. Though Jin Zhiya had lived in the Song Mansion all those years, she had no official status.
What Song Yan did not expect was... he suddenly planned to marry Jin Zhiya at this time!!
He had even set the date and had the invitations sent out!