Chapter 229: Two hundred twenty-nine, Humiliation Chapter 229: Two hundred twenty-nine, Humiliation Xiao Lan and the man stopped in their tracks, turning back with a mocking look towards Song Yufeng.
“Yufeng, I’m sorry! Let’s break up,” Xiao Lan said, guilt flickering in her eyes as she looked at Song Yufeng. She had never liked him; she had only gotten close to him for Zhao Yi.
“Song Yufeng, now you are nothing and have nothing. Do you still expect others to suffer with you? Come to your senses, haha…” After speaking, the man left, laughing loudly with Xiao Lan in his arms.
Song Yufeng stood still, frozen in place. Yes, he now truly had nothing and no right to ask anyone to suffer alongside him. How ironic, he thought to himself, without the protection of the family, Song Yufeng was nothing.
Song Yufeng closed his eyes in pain and let out a self-mocking laugh.
“Sir! Could you move to another location? You’re affecting our business,” a club attendant approached Song Yufeng.
Song Yufeng stopped laughing, looking at the attendant, “Even you dare to mock me? Has Song Yufeng really fallen this low?”
“Sir! Please don’t misunderstand; it’s just that your presence here is really affecting us,” the attendant explained.
Song Yufeng pushed the attendant aside and headed towards the club. He wanted to drink heavily and forget everything.
“Sir! Please show your VIP card,” the attendant stopped Song Yufeng.
“VIP card?” Song Yufeng glanced at the club. He knew the owner, so he had never needed a membership card to enter, besides this club in Beijing was only of a medium level, not the kind he normally favored.
“We have a policy; you cannot enter the club without a VIP card.”
Song Yufeng wanted to say he was from the Song Family but then remembered he was no longer associated with them and swallowed the words coming to his lips, turning towards his car.
“Isn’t this Mr. Song? I didn’t expect to meet you here, what luck! Hahaha…” A middle-aged man approached Song Yufeng with a smile.
Song Yufeng gave a bitter smile in return. Mr. Song, he thought, now the only thing Song about him was his last name; he had no other connection to the Song Family.
“Do you have time, Mr. Song? I invite you to come in and have a seat, have a drink,” the middle-aged man grabbed Song Yufeng’s arm, leading him into the club.
Song Yufeng wanted to refuse, but he really did want to get drunk and vent.
The middle-aged man took Song Yufeng to a private room, where two other men were already seated, “Look who I’ve brought.”
“Oh, it’s Young Master Song, what a pleasure,” the man in the black suit said, claiming to be pleased, but the scorn was undisguised on his face.
“What Young Master Song, which one? Oh! It’s the Young Master Song who was kicked out of the Song Family’s house, no, now he should be called the abandoned young master, hahaha…” The man with meticulously combed hair laughed mockingly.
The middle-aged man laughed, “Don’t speak so harshly. After all, he was once Young Master Song of the Song Family.”
Song Yufeng felt both anger and humiliation, an urge to crawl into a hole and hide. He had never been subjected to such humiliation before.
“People say that was in the past, and now, well, he’s nothing. Come on, pour us some drinks,” said the man with the meticulously combed hair, finishing the wine in his glass and then placing the empty cup on the table.
“This is a great idea. I’ve never had a drink poured by Young Master Song before. The taste must be quite extraordinary, haha…”
Song Yufeng was so angry his face turned ashen. He turned to leave but was blocked by a middle-aged man, “Mr. Song, if you leave like this, isn’t that disrespecting me? If you want to go, you should at least drink a few glasses before leaving.”
“Get out of my way!” Song Yufeng clenched his fists tightly, glaring angrily at the middle-aged man. It turned out that he was called in just to be humiliated.
The man with impeccably combed hair sneered as he stood up, took the bottle of liquor from the table, and approached Song Yufeng, “Drink it.”
Song Yufeng gritted his teeth tightly, his reddening eyes fiercely glaring at the other party as he tried hard to suppress the rage in his heart. At this moment, his heart was overwhelmed with humiliation.
“Not drinking?” The man with meticulously combed hair’s face fell cold.
“I’ll drink!” Song Yufeng took the liquor and drank it down in one gulp, the spiciness making him involuntarily frown.
“Hahaha… That’s the spirit! Now, everyone else, let’s give Mr. Song a bottle as well,” the man with neatly combed hair laughed heartily.
Song Yufeng endured it, but still couldn’t suppress the anger in his heart and swung his fist at the other party.
The man with impeccably combed hair cried out in pain and, realizing what happened, quickly retaliated with his fist.
Seeing the scuffle, two other men immediately stepped forward to help, and soon Song Yufeng was surrounded in the middle.
How could Song Yufeng be a match for three men? In no time, he was beaten to the ground by the three of them.
“Do you think you’re still the same Song Yufeng as before?” The opponent spat with disdain.
Song Yufeng clenched his fists tightly. He had no strength left to fight back now; he could only bear it. Tears of humiliation filled his eyes, and he struggled not to let them fall. This day, he had experienced the coldness and warmth of the world, betrayal, mockery, and physical assault. It turned out that people respected him, fawned over him, and pleased him only because he was the eldest son of the Song Family. Without all this, he was nothing, not even able to preserve his dignity.
Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Song Yufeng licked his wounded lips. A pang of pain along with the taste of blood hit him. He took a deep breath and slowly, very slowly, sat up.
The sound of high heels clacking on the floor approached, and Song Yufeng looked up to see Yang Xin’er walking towards him.
“Xinxin?” Song Yufeng called out uncertainly. The person in front of him looked like Xinxin, but also not quite; Xinxin wasn’t this young. It must be a hallucination from the beating.
Yang Xin’er walked up to Song Yufeng, squatted down, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. She looked at the wounds on Song Yufeng’s face with distress, “Yufeng, does it hurt?” Although he deserved such a lesson, seeing him hurt, she couldn’t help but feel pained.
Song Yufeng forced a smile, his brow furrowing with pain, “Are you Xinxin?” How did she become so young?
Yang Xin’er nodded, “I’ll help you up, let’s go home.”
Song Yufeng shook his head and took hold of Yang Xin’er’s hand, looking at her with guilt, “Xinxin, I’m sorry!” He now knew that only people who cared about him would stay by his side when he was at his lowest.
Yang Xin’er gave a faint smile, “I don’t blame you. I’ll help you stand up.” Saying she didn’t blame him was a lie – what woman could bear it if her husband had another woman? But she loved him, and she didn’t want to lose him again.