When she saw Liu Ruyan, the woman gave her a disdainful glance, eyes full of amusement.
She let out a soft laugh and said, “And also, don’t look down on middle-aged poverty…”
“Or elderly poverty, right?”
Luo Xinghe frowned and said, “Song Yuwei, is your Song family here to break off the engagement too?”
“See? The Liu family already broke it off—if you want to cancel, get in line!”
On the surface, Luo Xinghe was hysterical—his expression filled with pain, one hand clutching his chest as if the emotional damage had made him physically ill.
He looked more distraught than even Luo Pengtian, who sat quietly to the side.
But in truth, Luo Xinghe was trying hard not to burst out laughing.
Yes!
Just like this.
I’m a loser, hehe.
Everyone come break off your engagements with me.
Best if you all come together, so we can wrap this marriage mess up in one go.
Then I’ll take my family and get out of the country immediately.
If he hadn’t been worried that unresolved engagements might still tie him to Zhou Shuai, he would’ve left long ago.
Liu Ruyan stepped slightly away when she saw Song Yuwei enter. She didn’t have a good impression of her.
Fengcheng had no shortage of prominent families—it was an old city, after all.
Of course, it couldn’t compare to top-tier cities like Modu, Jingdu, or Nanguang.
But beyond those, Fengcheng ranked fairly high.
In ancient times, Fengcheng had even served as a capital. Its dense population and strong productivity gave rise to many influential families.
Each major family in Fengcheng had its own business domain.
The Luo family, for instance, once specialized in real estate and emerging technologies.
The Liu family handled logistics and distribution.
The Song family was even more unique—they dealt in basic construction materials.
That meant sand, cement, minerals—industries that, as everyone knows, often come with shady dealings and hidden forces.
Without those, it’d be impossible to operate.
So even though the Song family had a lot of cash flow, they were considered lower-tier among Fengcheng’s elites, not quite respectable in upper circles.
Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be enough to make Liu Ruyan keep her distance.
But Song Yuwei herself was just… bizarre.
She looked like a sweet, gentle lamb—playful, even.
But women from underworld-connected families were never innocent.
That “little lamb” act? Anyone who bought it was a fool.
And Liu Ruyan wasn’t buying it.
She didn’t like two-faced women—so she instinctively kept her distance.
Song Yuwei gave Luo Pengtian a wide-eyed, innocent look.
“Uncle Luo, how could you think that way about our Song family?”
“I’m not here to cancel the engagement—I’m here to confirm it.”
“The wedding date is coming up.”
As soon as those words were spoken, not only did Luo Xinghe nearly jump up, even Luo Pengtian and Liu Ruyan were stunned.
Luo Pengtian had always been calm and in control, rarely surprised by anything—yet now…
“Wait a minute… Old Song called me and said he wanted to call off the engagement.”
“What are you talking about…”
Song Yuwei blinked her big eyes and pouted.
“It’s my marriage. I make the decisions.”
“Worst case, I’ll give up the family’s support and deliver takeout with Xinghe-ge.”
“I heard food delivery girls can make pretty good money these days.”
Liu Ruyan stared at Song Yuwei in disbelief.
“Are you saying… you’re willing to marry Luo Xinghe?”
“Song Yuwei, are you insane?”
“And your family is okay with this?”
Song Yuwei replied, “What does it matter if they’re not okay? I’m my own person. I have autonomy.”
“Worst case, we just deliver food together—I just said that.”
Liu Ruyan was so shaken she nearly fainted.
Luo Xinghe, quick on his feet, grabbed her to keep her from falling. Then he suddenly realized what he’d done, smiled awkwardly, and quickly pulled his hand back.
Liu Ruyan glanced at Luo Xinghe and said in a low voice, “Xinghe… I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re angry, but I had my reasons too.”
Song Yuwei’s eyes slowly turned sharp and intense. She stared at the hand Luo Xinghe had just used to catch Liu Ruyan, her gaze like a dagger.
But the one most unable to process all this—was Luo Xinghe.
What the hell is going on?
What happened to the plan? The whole line-up of breaking off engagements?
Song family, what do you mean by this?
Do you not want to back out now?
I’m Luo Xinghe. A total loser.
I destroyed the Luo family’s wealth in three short years.
I dragged my entire family down with me.
And on top of that, I’ve got a violent temper. Song Yuwei, can you even handle that?
You really want to deliver food with me?
Since when did the Song family become such saints?
Isn’t valuing the rich and despising the poor the baseline logic?
Isn’t “mock the poor, not the promiscuous” the universal truth of the world?
What kind of fantasy novel am I even in anymore?
Luo Xinghe gave her a creepy, low voice and said:
“You heard about my ex-girlfriend, right?”
“I’ve got violent tendencies. If you make me mad, I’ll beat you. Badly.”
“Hospital-level beatings.”
“I like using my hands when I’m upset.”
Liu Ruyan’s whole body trembled.
To be honest, the reason Luo Xinghe was giving now—that was the real reason.
Everyone actually knew Luo Xinghe had a girlfriend in secret. But she was just an ordinary woman, so no one paid much attention. It was common for the heir of a powerful family to have women around.
But that woman had been to the hospital multiple times, beaten terribly.
Eventually, the word got out—Young Master Luo had violent tendencies.
If a man didn’t have a head for investment, fine, don’t give him money.
If he was lazy and wasteful, fine—even the Liu family could afford to support that.
But domestic violence…
Liu Ruyan glanced at her own delicate figure—she probably couldn’t handle that.
And now that Luo Xinghe’s reputation was already ruined, breaking off the engagement quickly was the best move.
Song Yuwei looked at Luo Xinghe with soft, tender eyes and bit her lip.
“Aww… I’ll definitely be obedient. If you hit me, that just means I wasn’t being good. Then I deserve it.”
“Besides, hitting means affection, scolding means love. I get it.”
“If you hit me, I’ll apply the medicine myself. I won’t trouble you at all.”
Liu Ruyan and Luo Xinghe were both dumbfounded.
She’s nuts…
Song Yuwei has gone completely insane.
Liu Ruyan couldn’t deal with this level of unhinged, so she subtly moved even farther away.
Suddenly, another woman’s voice rang out.
“Hit me? I’d like to see you try. You probably couldn’t even land a hit on me.”
“I love that kind of spicy, playful martial romance between couples.”
Liu Ruyan and Song Yuwei turned around at the same time.
“Qiu Mengxia?”
Qiu Mengxia carried a strong aura. Dressed in full camouflage gear, her incredible figure was still obvious. She wore a proud smirk and strode in confidently.
“So many people ganging up on my man? Do you think Qiu Mengxia is someone to mess with?”
Now even Song Yuwei backed off a little, just like Liu Ruyan—not wanting to stand too close to her.
The Qiu family of Fengcheng.
They were straight-up bandit nobility.
Her grandfather was a traitor. Her grandmother was a Japanese interpreter. Her uncle was a bandit. Her father, a gang boss.
And then he married a woman from a good family—miraculously giving the entire clan a respectable makeover.
To make amends for their past, the Qiu family had gone all-in on charity work. On top of that, every single one of the younger generation was forced into military service. No exceptions.
Fighting? Going underground?
That was their family’s bread and butter. Even the Song family couldn’t compare.
Luo Xinghe’s heart lit up with joy.
“You’re here to break off the engagement too, right? Let me tell you, don’t underestimate—”
Luo Pengtian’s phone suddenly rang.
Luo Xinghe growled in frustration:
“Can’t I just finish my damn line first?!”
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