Chapter 17: Do You Think You Deserve My Son?

Song Xixi was deeply moved, realizing Ye Chunxi truly cared for her. Yet all she wanted now was to leave this vexing place as soon as possible.

She took a deep breath and feigned ease, saying, “Chun, come on, let’s go to my place for drinks! It’s my birthday today—we’ll have a proper celebration and forget all these troubles.”

Hearing this, Ye Chunxi instantly understood and nodded eagerly. She gently patted Song Xixi’s hand and said, “Alright, Xixi, let’s go. Tonight, we’ll drink till we’re merry and cast all unhappiness aside.”

Having agreed, the two linked arms and walked toward a nearby convenience store. Along the way, they spoke little, but their silent companionship warmed their hearts.

At the store, Song Xixi headed straight to the liquor aisle. Without hesitation, she picked up a case of beer from the fully stocked shelves.

“This will do—enough for us to drink,” she said.

Ye Chunxi raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Looks like tonight we’re going all out, Xixi.”

After paying, they carried the beer to a taxi and headed home. Soon, they arrived at Song Xixi’s small courtyard.

Ye Chunxi glanced up; the courtyard appeared especially tranquil under the night sky, surrounded by a serene and elegant environment. Green vines climbed the walls, winding down gracefully.

It was Ye Chunxi’s first time here, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Xixi, this house—”

Song Xixi smiled at her curiosity and replied, “I bought it. Come on in!”

She stepped forward, opened the courtyard gate, and led Ye Chunxi into her cozy little sanctuary.

Inside, Ye Chunxi’s eyes lit up even more.

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the house, placing the beer on the living room table, ready to begin their special drinking session.

They arranged the beers neatly on the table, each opening a bottle. They gently tapped their bottles together and took a long sip.

As the cold beer slid down her throat, Song Xixi slowly began, “Chun, today I want to talk to you properly about what happened between Qin Ze and me.”

Ye Chunxi set down her bottle, her face serious as she nodded. “Xixi, I’m here to listen. No matter what it is, I’m with you.”

Song Xixi’s gaze grew distant as she stared into the distance. “Qin Ze and I have known each other for quite some time. Back then, I…”

Ye Chunxi was engrossed and couldn’t help but ask, “What happened next? How did it end up like this?”

Song Xixi gave a bitter smile before continuing, “Do you remember the graduation party? That day, I…”

Ye Chunxi’s eyes widened in surprise. “So that’s how it was!”

Song Xixi took a big gulp from her bottle. “I’ve really… been exhausted. The entanglements between us are like a tangled mess, impossible to unravel.”

Hearing this, Ye Chunxi looked incredulous. “Xixi, you kept such a big thing from me! What do you really think now? Do you want to make peace with him?”

Song Xixi shook her head. “No, I don’t want to continue like this. I’m determined to cut all ties with him.”

Ye Chunxi patted her shoulder comfortingly. “Xixi, you’re doing the right thing. Someday you’ll meet someone who truly understands and cherishes you. When that time comes, you’ll have to let me give him a good once-over.”

Song Xixi smiled and teased, “Alright, Chun, then it’s all up to you. If he’s not reliable, you’ll have to chase him away for me.”

Laughing, they clinked their bottles again and drank deeply.

Meanwhile, Qin Ze’s mother had just returned to the capital after a business trip to the United States. Despite the long journey, her face still bore a resolute and commanding expression.

As she stepped through the door, the family butler respectfully approached with a document.

Qin Ze’s mother paused, “What’s this?”

The butler bowed slightly and replied politely, “Madam, this is the report you requested earlier regarding Miss Song.”

She suddenly recalled the matter. Her sudden trip had kept her busy, nearly causing her to forget about the girl named Song.

Taking the file, she sat on the living room sofa and slowly opened it.

The light cast over the stack of papers seemed to sketch out every line of Song Xixi’s past.

Her brows furrowed as she read, thinking to herself.

This girl seemed to come from an ordinary family and was not favored at home.

Yet she could stir up trouble with her son, who was always proud and stubborn. This was clearly no ordinary person.

The more she looked, the more she felt Song Xixi was exceptional.

This relationship was mismatched by status and background, and she could not allow it to continue.

Closing the file, she tapped the sofa armrest with growing severity.

She summoned the butler and asked, “Has Ah Ze been in contact with Song Xixi lately?”

The butler answered respectfully, “I’m not fully aware of the young master’s affairs, madam, but I have heard of some conflicts between them. I haven’t gotten the full details yet.”

Qin Ze’s mother frowned. “Hmph, no matter what, I absolutely won’t approve of them being together. Arrange for Ah Ze to come home sometime soon—I must have a serious talk with him.”

The butler acknowledged and withdrew.

After a night of heavy drinking, Song Xixi woke feeling as if her head might explode, pounding with a fierce headache.

Dazed and wanting to sleep more, she was abruptly roused by an incessant ringing phone.

Groggily, she reached for her phone on the bedside.

Finally grasping it, she answered without opening her eyes.

“Hello…” her voice thick with sleep and hoarseness.

“You must be Song Xixi. I am Qin Ze’s mother. I’m calling to warn you—do not try to get close to my son again. You and he come from entirely different worlds. Stop indulging in unrealistic fantasies.”

Song Xixi’s cloudy mind suddenly cleared a bit. She frowned, propping herself up.

After listening to the harsh words, she finally grasped the situation.

Suppressing the irritation from the baseless accusations, she replied calmly, “Mrs. Qin, are you finished? That brief encounter with Qin Ze was never my wish. I never wanted to see him—it’s always been him who keeps pestering me. I wish I could stay far away from him. Yet you come here to blame me without knowing the facts. Isn’t that unfair?”

Hearing this, Qin Ze’s mother grew furious, her voice rising sharply as she retorted angrily, “Song Xixi, don’t try to make excuses. I don’t care what you say—I know my son well. If you hadn’t deliberately seduced him, why would he be entangled with you? Look at your background; we Qin family are of a distinguished lineage. Do you think you deserve my son? Be sensible and stay away from him. I don’t want to hear about any more of your affairs.”