Song Qingyang gave a thin smile, "Alright then, come quickly. Our whole family is waiting for you!"

Yu Dou replied with a hum, saying, "Don’t worry, Mr. Yu won’t keep Miss Song waiting for too long!"

Song Qingyang gritted her teeth: This man was flirting with her again; he had someone in his heart yet flirted with another woman. She really didn’t know how he did it!

She let out a long sigh and said, "That’s good then, but there’s something I think you should know in advance to avoid being too shocked when the time comes..."

"Hmm?" Yu Dou was puzzled and chuckled, "What could possibly shock Mr. Yu? I’m really curious, please tell me, Miss Song!"

Song Qingyang’s tone was thin as she said, "Tonight, the people coming to dine at Nanshan Residence include not only our family but also my Second Uncle’s family, and your little daisy, Shi Nuan, will also be there!"

"Is that so?" Yu Dou seemed rather composed, as if he didn’t mind, saying, "That’s great. To be honest, I rarely get the chance to have a meal with Nuannuan at the same table. I need to thank Miss Song for giving me such an opportunity!"

Song Qingyang’s face turned somewhat cold as she said, "I hope your actions at the time are as calm and composed as your words!"

After speaking, she didn’t wait for Yu Dou’s response and directly hung up the phone.

Song Qingyang stood in place, took a long breath, and only then calmed her mood down.

Just as she was about to go inside, she saw a man in a white shirt and well-fitted dress pants walk out from inside.

She paused, as the person who came out was Song Yansheng.

He seemed to have a call coming in, and upon seeing her after stepping out, he merely nodded slightly and then turned to continue his phone call.

Song Qingyang stood there, with a distance of about thirty to forty meters between her and Song Yansheng, not too close but not too far either.

Yet this distance made her feel somewhat unable to advance or retreat.

She thought of many years ago when she was about seven, in primary school, and one day after school, she took a wrong turn while playing around.

She stood by the roadside, crying as she watched the unfamiliar crowd around her.

Kind people asked her, but she didn’t speak, she just cried.

Then, a familiar boy’s voice came, calling her, "Qingqing..."

Yes, Song Yansheng used to call her "Qingqing" because it felt more intimate to him.

That call stopped her tears immediately. Song Yansheng had come to pick her up. She could go home.

That day, Song Yansheng bought her candy to cheer her up. She ate the sweet candy, looking at the exquisitely featured little boy, just three years older than her, and truly felt extraordinarily happy.

But later on, she didn’t know when it started, he began calling her Qingyang.

His attitude towards her wasn’t as close as it used to be. He became somewhat cold, too cold to approach.

For all these years, she always knew that wherever Song Yansheng appeared, her gaze could never move elsewhere.

This is why she couldn’t fall in love with other men, it’s also why she fell for Song Yansheng.

But it can’t be. Song Yansheng is her Second Uncle, her real Second Uncle!

There is blood relation between them. This is the greatest joke fate has played on her!

Song Yansheng quickly finished his call, turning to see Song Qingyang still standing there looking at him, he slightly frowned, and asked, "Why aren’t you going inside?"

Song Qingyang was startled, then lowered her head, saying, "Nothing, it’s just that I stayed inside for too long, so I came out for some fresh air!"