Chapter 172: Explosive Personality Disorder

Song Qingyou gave Old Madam Ruan a deep, heavy look and said, "Madam, I have always regarded you as family. Perhaps some things are not my place to say, but I still feel the need to remind you."

Old Madam Ruan raised her eyes.

Song Qingyou lowered her voice and said, "Miss Ruan could hand over fifteen percent of Ruan's shares today just for a man. What about tomorrow? Fu Wenzhou respects the two of you, so naturally, he won't take away the empire you both worked so hard to build, but what about others? If Ruan Yinyin takes a fancy to someone else tomorrow, then the Ruan family..."

She intentionally left her words half-spoken, her gaze profound. "Grandma Ruan, do you still remember my mother?"

Old Madam Ruan was startled.

Of course she remembered Song Ning; she had watched that child grow up.

It was a pity that she later fell for the wrong person and handed over the entirety of the Song family's assets to an ungrateful wretch.

Wasn't the Song Ning of the past no different from the Ruan Yinyin of today?!

With such a precedent right before her eyes, Old Madam Ruan shook with anger. She dared not imagine what the consequences would be if the Ruan family's assets were to fall into the hands of someone with a different surname!

Of her three grandsons, one was sickly, one was disabled, and one was brainless.

If Ruan Yinyin were to encounter someone like Song Yuan, wouldn't the foundation the Ruan family had built over so many years be handed over on a silver platter?!

Fear clutched Old Madam Ruan's heart, though her expression remained calm, and Old Master Ruan was the same.

She said, "The affairs of the Ruan family are not for outsiders to comment on. If there is nothing else, you may leave."

Song Qingyou had already achieved her purpose for the day and had no intention of staying longer. After bidding farewell to Old Madam Ruan and Old Master Ruan, she left with Fu Wenzhou.

Inside the hospital ward.

Ruan Yinyin tried with all her might to shout, but she could not produce a single syllable.

She could not understand why Fu Wenzhou and that bitch Song Qingyou were let off just like that!

Was it just because Fu Wenzhou could cure Ruan Zhi's illness? Did her grandparents only care about Ruan Zhi? She had almost been disfigured herself! And yet they were just going to drop the matter like this!

Old Madam Ruan comforted her from the side, speaking soothing words continuously, "Yinyin, just swallow this grievance today for the sake of your younger brother. Your brother has suffered from his illness for so long, and he is still so young. Think of it as saving your brother's life, alright?"

Old Master Ruan sighed and said, "Yinyin, what is so great about that Fu Wenzhou? He's just a madman. He's not worth you doing this for him. Listen to your grandfather and stop provoking them in the future."

Ruan Yinyin was consumed by rage, feeling as though her chest was about to burst. She raised a finger to point at Old Madam Ruan and Old Master Ruan, glaring at them fiercely with vicious eyes, and forced out a single syllable: "You—"

Yet her throat was ruined, and the sound she produced was harsh and raspy.

Ruan Mingchen pushed his wheelchair into the room, and upon seeing Ruan Yinyin's disrespectful behavior, he said coldly, "Ruan Yinyin, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

Ruan Yinyin opened her eyes wide in astonishment, unable to believe that her family's hostility was now directed entirely at her. Feeling as though she had been severely provoked, she began to wail, "Ah, ah, ah."

Ruan Mingchen frowned. His gaze swept past Ruan Yinyin and landed on the two elders of the Ruan family. "Do not blindly believe one-sided stories."

His words were abrupt and lacked context, but the two elders naturally understood that Ruan Mingchen was referring to what Song Qingyou had said about the shares at the very end.

The two old folks remained silent, ultimately uttering not a single word.

In the car.

Fu Wenzhou gazed lazily at Song Qingyou, a faint smile curving the corners of his lips.

Song Qingyou lightly arched an eyebrow. "What are you looking at me for?"

Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone carrying a touch of unbridled languor, "Sister is so bad."

Song Qingyou: "..."

"And I love it so much," Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, his voice low and seductive.

His precious really was a little fox.

First, she clearly laid out her stance and defined right from wrong. Then, she used propriety to make the two elders of the Ruan family feel a lingering sense of guilt. Step by step, she breached their psychological defenses before finally striking with soft blades.

The force of those soft blades hadn't even faded yet when she effortlessly set a trap for Ruan Yinyin.

Once the seed of doubt was planted, it would grow into a towering tree.

Even if the Ruan elders did not take back Ruan Yinyin's shares today, from now on, whatever Ruan Yinyin did would provoke their guarded suspicion. Eventually, on some day when either Ruan Yinyin could no longer stand it or the elders could no longer bear it, the shares in Ruan Yinyin's hands would inevitably be reclaimed.

As for Ruan Yinyin, she would believe that the Ruan family had chosen her younger brother and abandoned her, and this resentment in her heart would never be erased.

Given Ruan Yinyin's pampered and arrogant personality, once her voice recovered, it would mark the beginning of endless turmoil for the Ruan family.

No one could tolerate someone constantly making scenes and throwing tantrums, not even their own biological granddaughter.

When that time came, Ruan Yinyin, spoiled since childhood, would end up with nothing.

This was calculating human nature to its absolute extreme.

Fu Wenzhou looked at Song Qingyou's delicate profile with a half-smile, loving her all the more the longer he looked.

His wife's IQ was simply off the charts.

How many lifetimes of blessings had he accumulated to be able to marry Youyou as his wife?

Song Qingyou rolled down the car window, her sweet, clear voice mingling with the rush of the wind as it brushed against Fu Wenzhou's eardrums.

"Physical pain is not enough to make people learn their lesson. If you want others to stop harassing you, you just need to keep them too busy to bother."

Fu Wenzhou nodded in complete agreement. "Everything Youyou says is right."

Song Qingyou lifted her eyelids and cast him a sideways glance. "Fu Wenzhou, I'll tell you this one last time."

"Hmm?" Fu Wenzhou leaned closer, resting his head on Song Qingyou's shoulder while wrapping his long arms entirely around her.

Song Qingyou poked his chest with a slender, fair finger, her voice tranquil. "In the future, you are not allowed to resort to violence at will."

Fu Wenzhou fell silent for a moment, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Why use words when you can use fists?"

Isn't it enough to beat them into submission?

Beat them once every time they show up, and let's see if they dare to come again next time.

Song Qingyou's gaze was deeply focused. "You may have explosive personality disorder. It's an illness, and it needs to be treated."

Fu Wenzhou: ......

His expression gradually收敛 (withdrew), his eyes holding a trace of bewilderment. "What?"

Song Qingyou said, "You cannot control your temper and the violent impulses inside you. This is a mental illness. If it is not treated, it will only get worse as time goes on. Therefore, you must accompany me to a psychiatric hospital."

Saying these words required quite a bit of psychological preparation on Song Qingyou's part. As a doctor, she had long suspected that Fu Wenzhou's psychology might be somewhat abnormal, but she had always brushed it off as her overthinking.

After all, Fu Wenzhou was extremely obedient to her, and someone with explosive personality disorder would never be obedient during an episode.

That was Song Qingyou's previous line of thought.

However, when she saw that video this morning, her perspective changed. Fu Wenzhou's current condition was clearly far from optimistic.