Chapter 59: Get Out of the Song Family

The First People's Hospital of the Capital.

Song Yuan was just wheeled out of the operating room when Song Wei anxiously rushed forward. "Doctor, how is my father's arm?"

The doctor took off his mask. "The injuries are severe—tendons and bones are shattered. I'm afraid in the future..." He did not finish his sentence, but Song Wei had already grasped what he meant. Her father's arms were most likely crippled.

She broke down and wept, clinging to the side of Song Yuan's bed, sobbing as if devastated. Yet beneath her mournful facade, she was already calculating the Song family's assets. With Song Yuan unable to use his hands, wouldn't the family's power fall to her brother, Song Shi?

She almost wanted to laugh out loud, but since Song Yuan could wake at any moment, she had to maintain the act.

Downstairs in the hospital, Song Chang parked the car, and Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou got out.

Fu Wenzhou loosened his wrist, intending to offer his hand to the person inside the car.

Song Qingyou lifted her eyes, pausing for two seconds to look at his well-shaped hands—fingers long and elegant, the backs broad, veins beneath the skin exuding a vigorous strength.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and brushed his hand aside without ceremony, refusing his support.

Her health was poor, but she was no invalid.

Fu Wenzhou didn’t mind her disdain. He and Song Chang simply followed her, one to the left and one to the right.

Once inside the lobby, Song Qingyou learned Song Yuan's room number from the front desk and took the elevator up.

Song Yuan was living in the hospital’s VIP private wing, with a dedicated elevator.

As soon as they exited, a clamor met their ears, followed by Song Yuan’s furious shouting.

"Where’s Fu Wenzhou?! Get that lunatic in here!"

Fu Wenzhou arched an eyebrow and, unaffected, pushed open the door with a roguish grin. "Well, Mr. Song, I heard you were looking for me?"

Song Wei was seated at the side and, spotting Fu Wenzhou, felt he was more terrifying than a demon. She shrank back toward the window in fear.

At the sight of Fu Wenzhou’s face, Song Yuan recalled the merciless way he had smashed his arm with a hammer. Instinctively, he tried to scoot away, but with useless hands, he could only wriggle awkwardly across the bed, a pathetic sight.

Realizing how ridiculous he looked, Song Yuan’s anger erupted. "Fu Wenzhou, how dare you come here?"

Fu Wenzhou leaned against the doorframe, his irreverent face full of interest as if he were enjoying Song Yuan’s humiliation. "I just came to check on you out of the kindness of my heart, Mr. Song. What’s wrong, am I not welcome?"

Every organ in Song Yuan’s body seemed ready to combust with rage. Welcome? The hell he’d welcome him!

Pain throbbed in his arms—he could still feel the hammer’s proximity each time he closed his eyes. His arms were ruined; from now on, he’d be a cripple, relying on others even to eat or drink.

Song Yuan closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and spat through gritted teeth, "Fu Wenzhou, you think I’ll let you get away with what you’ve done? That the Song family will let you off? You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!"

He would never forgive Fu Wenzhou!

Song Qingyou halted just as she was about to step inside. She brushed past Fu Wenzhou, her gaze cool as she looked at Song Yuan. "Father—"

Her words were cut off by Song Yuan’s furious roar. "You wretch, you dare come here? Get out, get out now!"

Song Yuan’s agitation soared at the sight of Song Qingyou. If not for her, Fu Wenzhou would never have troubled him. He feared Fu Wenzhou, so he blamed everything on Song Qingyou, his eyes burning with hatred, wishing to kill her on the spot.

Fu Wenzhou’s brows knit, his expression turning cold, clearly displeased by Song Yuan’s attitude toward Song Qingyou. "Mr. Song, I’d watch what you say. Otherwise, I won’t mind ruining your voice as well."

His tone was calm, but the chill in his words made Song Yuan’s feet go cold.

Song Wei, as if struck by a sudden thought, stammered, "Why are you here? Weren’t you taken away by the police?"

Song Yuan had fainted, but she hadn’t; she’d seen the police handcuff him and take him away. How could he be released in just half a day? This was serious injury—no matter how powerful Fu Wenzhou was, the Song family’s influence was deep. The police wouldn’t just turn a blind eye.

Song Qingyou glanced over. "You should go out. Wait with Uncle Chang. I have something to say to them."

Fu Wenzhou frowned. "No."

"He’s lost the use of his hands. He won’t be able to do anything to me."

Only then did Fu Wenzhou reluctantly turn and leave.

The door closed again.

With Fu Wenzhou gone, Song Wei’s demeanor changed instantly. She turned on Song Qingyou, "What did you do? What on earth did you do?"

Song Yuan, prompted by Song Wei’s words, shot a murderous glare at Song Qingyou and barked, "Song Qingyou!"

Song Qingyou replied calmly, "Why are you both so worked up? I just signed a settlement, that's all."

That’s all?

Song Yuan was on the verge of losing his mind. "Who told you to sign it? Who gave you permission? You little wretch, I should never have kept you. You should have been buried with your dead mother!"

Song Qingyou’s eyes turned icy. "Luo Yuan, don’t mention my mother again."

She addressed him as Luo Yuan.

Song Yuan was briefly stunned, then flew into a rage. "You’ve got some nerve. But you forget who your father is. From today onward, you’re out of the Song family. Once you lose your status as the Song family’s heiress, how long do you think you’ll last in the capital? You think Shiyu alone can stand against the Songs? Utter fantasy!"

Song Wei quickly added fuel to the fire. "Fu Wenzhou crippled Dad, and you signed a settlement? Traitor."

Song Qingyou smiled faintly. "Song Wei, didn’t we have an agreement before tonight?"

Song Wei’s expression shifted, and she gritted her teeth. "I’m really curious what spell you put on Fu Wenzhou to make him commit a crime for you—even willing to run someone over! If I hadn’t shouted for Dad, he’d be dead by now!"

Song Qingyou’s eyes snapped up. "Run someone over?"

Song Wei sneered. "So you didn’t know? Ask him yourself."

Suppressing her emotions, Song Qingyou’s eyes were clear and cold. "I came today to say two things. First, I’ve signed the settlement. If you can’t let things go and keep looking for trouble with Fu Wenzhou—you know what he’s like. When he’s unhinged, there’s no telling what he’ll do. Maybe this time it’s arms, next time it’ll be legs."

"Song Qingyou!" Song Yuan’s eyes were ablaze.

Song Qingyou’s expression did not change. "Second, the Song house is my home—it belonged to my mother, and the property deed is with me. I’m giving you three days to move out. After that, you’ll bear the consequences yourselves."