Chapter 69: Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie, come to my car

"Ding! One seed sown, reward: max-level shooting skill."

Hearing the system prompt,

Qin Feng slightly lowered his head, looking down at Song Qian: "Auntie Song, you really want me to tutor those younger siblings?"

"Not me."

Song Qian shook her head, speaking unclearly: "It was my friend Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie who said it. Her son Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi go to the same school and are close."

"Maybe Qiao Yingzi mentioned you to Fang Yifan, then Fang Yifan told Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie, and Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie came to ask me—then everyone found out…"

Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie said that?

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly,

It seems Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie still needs a lesson.

But since it has nothing to do with Song Qian, there's no need to make things hard for her.

So,

Qin Feng helped Song Qian up,

then said: "Alright, since it wasn't you, I won't be angry with you. Go back quickly, or Qiao Yingzi might worry."

"Mm, understood."

Hearing Qin Feng wasn't angry,

Song Qian immediately nodded obediently, pulled on her coat, and left through the door.

At this moment,

Auntie Pei Yin had brewed tea,

sitting on the balcony watching the stars,

just by chance,

Auntie Pei Yin glanced casually—and happened to see Song Qian stepping out of Elevator 6.

She checked the time,

and was surprised: "It's been almost two hours—what was Song Qian doing that took so long?"

So,

Auntie Pei Yin revealed only her two eyes, carefully observing Song Qian,

and as she watched,

Auntie Pei Yin grew even more puzzled:

Song Qian had left looking perfectly fine—why was her gait now distorted?

This posture… looks like she's been thoroughly worn down…

Auntie Pei Yin shook her head with a wry smile,

at her age, she could usually tell the reason after just a glance,

but once she figured it out,

Auntie Pei Yin suddenly froze.

Song Qian was divorced too—and her divorce was around the same time as mine!

How could she suddenly…?

Without warning,

Auntie Pei Yin's first thought was of Qin Feng, whom she'd met just that afternoon.

But then,

she slapped her own face,

blushing softly as she whispered: "What are you thinking, Pei Yin? Qin Feng and Song Qian? Impossible…"

As Song Qian sneaked home,

Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie was still stuck working overtime at the office,

while at the same time,

Fang Yuan had invited Qiao Weidong

to a barbecue joint,

frowned at the menu,

and casually ordered a few skewers.

Qiao Weidong immediately protested: "Fang Yuan, are you dieting? Is this even enough for one person?"

"Waiter! Bring me twenty skewers of every kind of meat, five skewers of lamb kidneys, and a bottle of baijiu!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Fang Yuan quickly reached out to stop him: "I'm about to get divorced—cut back, cut back!"

"Look at how stingy you are!"

Qiao Weidong pushed Fang Yuan's hand away: "I'll pay—I'll pay!"

The baijiu arrived first, along with a plate of peanuts,

Qiao Weidong poured a cup for himself and one for Fang Yuan, then asked: "So tell me—why exactly are you divorcing? A car accident alone isn't enough reason."

"It's not just that incident."

Fang Yuan shook his head, deeply weary: "Weidong, let me tell you—women are truly complicated and troublesome."

"Look at me—I'm over forty, working overtime every day just to earn a little extra pay."

"But Seeing Seeing Tong Wenjie? She complains I'm never home, don't care about our son, can't earn money, and don't handle household duties."

"I want to care—but do I have the time?"

"That's also your problem."

Qiao Weidong picked up a peanut: "If you can't make money, what will Wenjie and Yifan eat? Drink northwest wind?"

"Look at yourself—you've fattened yourself up to the point of being bloated and round, while Wenjie and Yifan are both skin and bones. Anyone who doesn't know would think you're abusing your wife and child!"

"It's not my fault!"

Fang Yuan shook his head in silence: "I gain weight just by drinking water. What can I do?"

"Alright, let's not talk about this for now. Let's go back to Wenjie. You say she manages things, but she doesn't manage them well—Yifan's grades are still terrible, and the house is always a mess."

"What's most infuriating is that this wasteful woman never gives anyone a moment's peace!"

"Do you know what car she hit that day?"

Qiao Weidong shook his head: "I don't know."

"Boom."

Fang Yuan slammed his fist on the table in rage: "She hit a Kulinan! And she hit it while reversing! The car was parked perfectly—didn't move an inch!"

"So she hit a car—big deal. It's not completely destroyed. Just file insurance. Worst case, pay a bit more premium next year."

"No, Weidong, this isn't about insurance!"

Fang Yuan glanced around, then whispered: "Do you know Wenjie was drunk when she hit the car?!"