Chapter 295: Two hundred and ninety-four, no impact at all Chapter 295: Two hundred and ninety-four, no impact at all Song Yanxue returned to Beijing and went straight to the Qin Family, only to be told Qin Yushen had already gone abroad and wouldn’t be back for a while. She had no choice but to visit Liu Shanyue’s company.
“Aunt Qin, could you give me Brother Yushen’s mobile number?” Song Yanxue stepped forward, wrapping her arm around Liu Shanyue’s, and gently shook it. It had been five years since she had last seen Brother Yushen, and she really missed him.
“Yanxue, it’s not that Aunt Qin doesn’t want to give you Xiao Shen’s phone number, it just has to be with Xiao Shen’s consent. These past few days, Aunt Qin hasn’t been able to reach Xiao Shen either,” Liu Shanyue knew Song Yanxue’s feelings for her son, but she preferred Xiao Ning; she thought Xiao Ning and Xiao Shen were a better match. Most importantly, it was only when Xiao Shen was with Xiao Ning that he would show that kind of genuine smile.
“Aunt Qin, try calling him one more time, maybe Brother Yushen will pick up this time,” Song Yanxue implored, still not giving up.
Liu Shanyue shook her head helplessly and took out her phone to dial Qin Yushen’s number again. Xiao Shen hadn’t called these past few days, and she was worried.
“The number you have dialed is turned off, please try again later…” Hearing the automated female voice on the phone, Liu Shanyue sighed and pressed the end call button, “It’s still off.”
Song Yanxue frowned, “Aunt Qin, who did Yushen go with? Try calling the person he went with and ask.”
Liu Shanyue thought for a moment, nodded, and dialed Song Yan Ning’s mobile. The same automated female voice came through.
While Liu Shanyue was making the call, Song Yanxue sneaked a peek and saw ‘Xiao Ning’ written on the screen, her eyes narrowing slightly. The name ‘Xiao Ning’ was clearly a girl’s name. Could it be referring to Song Yan Ning?
“Aunt Qin, whose number are you calling?”
“It’s Xiao Ning, your sister Song Yan Ning,” Liu Shanyue felt there was no need to conceal this.
“Oh!” Song Yanxue clenched her teeth in secret, stood up, and said, “Aunt Qin, go about your business, I’ll be leaving now.”
“Sure,” Liu Shanyue nodded, waiting for Song Yanxue to leave the office before she started dealing with work matters.
After leaving Liu Shanyue’s company, Song Yanxue could no longer suppress the rage in her heart, her beautiful face slowly contorting, “Damn Song Yan Ning, so shameless! To think she’d seduce Brother Yushen while I’m away, despicable!” She wanted to find those two elders, have them bring Song Yan Ning back, and take her back to Yang City.
“Is it still switched off?” Yang Lisheng put down his phone, and Li Meixiang asked him anxiously. It had been a week since they last heard from Xiao Ning. Her phone was always off; she had never been like this before, not contacting them for so long. They didn’t know what might have happened.
Yang Lisheng shook his head, his face full of worry, “Maybe the signal in Myanmar is bad and she can’t call back. Don’t worry.”
“How can I not worry? She used to call every day when she was away, and now it’s been a week, and her phone has been off the whole time. I’m really worried to death,” Li Meixiang hadn’t been able to sleep these past few days. She had heard that Myanmar was unsafe, and she was genuinely concerned that something had happened to Xiao Ning.
“Alright, stop worrying. Maybe Xiao Ning will call back later,” Yang Lisheng patted Li Meixiang’s shoulder and softly consoled her. He was just as worried.
“Okay!” Li Meixiang nodded, clinging to that hope.
“Bang bang bang!” The courtyard door was knocked on.
Xiang went to open the door.
Song Yanxue burst into the courtyard, attempting to push past Xiang who had opened the door but missed, stumbling a few steps, almost falling.
“Damn it!” Song Yanxue glared fiercely at Xiang. Sure enough, people related to Song Yan Ning were no good.
“Yanxue, why are you back in Beijing?” Seeing Song Yanxue, Li Meixiang was very happy.
Song Yanxue walked up to Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng, looking at them with undisguised disgust, “Call Song Yan Ning and tell her to come back.”
“Is this how you treat your elders?” Yang Lisheng looked at Song Yanxue displeasedly.
Li Meixiang shook her head, a trace of disappointment in her eyes. After all these years, Yanxue hadn’t changed at all.
Yang Xin’er snorted coldly, “Only people like you could raise someone as shameless as Song Yan Ning. And you talk to me about attitude? Do you really think you’re worthy?” In her heart, she had never regarded them as elders.
“Get out!” Yang Lisheng pointed furiously towards the door. He didn’t care for a granddaughter like that.
Song Yanxue scoffed, “I’m not keen on staying here either. Just call Song Yan Ning and tell her to come back, and to stop clinging to Qin Yushen from now on, and I’ll naturally leave.” The accommodations for the Song Family’s servants were better than this place; why would she fancy staying here?
“Xiao Ning and Xiao Shen were already engaged to be married. The person who shouldn’t cling to Xiao Shen is you,” Li Meixiang retorted angrily. How could one granddaughter be so different from another?
“Engaged? That’s laughable. Do you think it’s still the old days? Betrothed in infancy? Arranged childhood engagements? You’re educated people, former doctors, yet your thinking is so backward,” Song Yanxue sneered, looking at Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang with contempt in her eyes.
“You! You!” Li Meixiang trembled with anger. She truly couldn’t understand how the Song Family, being what it was, had raised such a person.
“Get out!” Yang Lisheng bellowed, his face turning an angry blue.
“You give Song Yan Ning a call and I’ll naturally leave. Even if you ask me to stay, I won’t care to,” Song Yanxue replied disdainfully.
“Xiang, throw her out,” Yang Lisheng ordered Xiang, having reached the limits of his patience.
“If you dare do that, you’ll definitely regret it.” She was now a Qi Refinement cultivator at the first level, and the person who taught her the Cultivation Method had also sent her several elixirs and Spirit Stones for cultivation. Her current strength was such that even Ancient Martial Cultivators might not be her match.
Xiang stepped forward, reaching for the collar of Song Yanxue’s clothes.
Song Yanxue, with a sneer, swung her fist toward Xiang’s chest. With just one punch, she could send such a person flying far away.
But in the next moment, Song Yanxue couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw her punch had no effect on Xiang. Xiang didn’t even frown, let alone get injured.
“You didn’t feel that?” It took quite a while for Song Yanxue to find her voice again. She was a cultivator now, and the force of that punch should be able to send a cow flying, let alone a person.