The maid pinned Song Qinian to the ground, kicking and beating her. Song Qinian fought back fiercely, never showing mercy if she found an opportunity.
Finally, other maids heard the commotion and rushed in, pulling the slightly plump maid away.
"Bitch, you dare hit me? You won't have a good life in the Shen family from now on."
The slightly plump maid was dragged out cursing and grumbling. Song Qinian lay on the ground, hugging her head, with no one paying her any attention.
Many even gloated.
Lying on the cold ground, Song Qinian’s initial anger gradually turned into grievance and sadness.
She couldn't speak, so she could only cry out in her heart, "Dad, Niannian misses you so much..."
In a daze, Song Qinian seemed to see Song Guanliang. He leaned down and gently picked her up, reaching out to stroke her head. "Niannian, be good. Dad is here, Dad won't let anyone bully you."
Song Qinian's tears flowed even more torrentially.
...
It was raining heavily outside. Shen Chi Yan returned home, carrying a chill with him. The maids immediately greeted him.
Shen Chi Yan frowned when he didn't see Song Qinian in the living room and asked, "Where is she?"
Seeing this, the slightly plump maid, covering her face scratched by Song Qinian's fingernails, added fuel to the fire with a wronged tone.
She implied that she had gone to bring Song Qinian food, but Song Qinian not only refused to eat but also threw the soup in her face, scratched her face, beat her, and then drove her out.
The maid's face was flushed red, and scars remained where her nails had scratched.
Shen Chi Yan recalled that Song Qinian dared to beat Mr. Liang until his head bled, let alone a maid.
He said sternly with a cold face, "Go, call her out."
The maid's heart rejoiced. She arrogantly pushed open the basement door.
Seeing Song Qinian lying in bed, the maid shamelessly pulled her out from under the covers.
Song Qinian's body ached, and her head felt dizzy and hot. Seeing the slightly plump maid, she was about to lash out when the maid's triumphant voice rang out, "Master is back, and he wants to see you. Song Qinian, you're dead!"
In the dining room.
Shen Chi Yan's expression was gloomy and terrifying. Seeing Song Qinian's slender and weak body, his anger intensified.
Perhaps sensing the anger radiating from Shen Chi Yan, Song Qinian subconsciously stopped, not daring to approach him.
"Come here!"
Hearing Shen Chi Yan's cold command, Song Qinian gritted her teeth and slowly moved closer.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Song Qinian dared not look at Shen Chi Yan's face. Her body ached everywhere, especially her chest.
It was rare for Shen Chi Yan to show concern for her, and it was only for her blood.
Shen Chi Yan seemed to have neither the mood nor the patience to listen to Song Qinian's explanation. He simply said coldly, "Eat the food on the table."
Song Qinian glanced at the dining table. Everything was for replenishing qi and blood.
There was king mushroom black chicken soup, longan red date lotus seed soup, and duck blood vermicelli.
Song Qinian had no appetite. She was allergic to mushrooms and longan, and she disliked duck blood, so she stood still.
Seeing her like this, Shen Chi Yan got up, walked over, and yanked Song Qinian to a chair at the dining table.
"Song Qinian, do you really think you're Mrs. Shen? You put on airs with the servants and dare to give me a cold shoulder! What? You're protesting by refusing to eat because I didn't agree to your father's medical parole? Who do you think you are?"
The pain in her wrists and body made Song Qinian's face pale and unsightly. Seeing the servants watching like spectators, she clenched her fists tightly.
Shen Chi Yan never cared about her and didn't know she was allergic to these things, which could be fatal if she ate them!
Shen Chi Yan didn't give her time to explain and said coldly.
"You have to eat these things, whether you want to or not! Don't forget, your father is still alive like the beast he is, and your mother and brother can live normally, all because of your blood. If you're useless even for this, what's the point of keeping your whole family!"
Shen Chi Yan scooped a spoonful of black chicken soup and unceremoniously forced it into Song Qinian's mouth.
"Cough cough..."
Song Qinian choked and coughed. The chicken soup splashed onto Shen Chi Yan. A look of intense disgust flashed in Shen Chi Yan's eyes, and his expression became even more gloomy and terrifying.
He roughly pushed Song Qinian away and coldly glared at the continuously coughing Song Qinian, then sternly ordered the maids, "Watch her. She won't go back to her room until she's finished everything on the table."
It was late, and the maids wanted to clean up and rest. They couldn't wait for Song Qinian to finish eating on her own.
They exchanged glances. One held Song Qinian down while another used a large spoon to force food into her mouth.
Song Qinian struggled but was no match for the combined efforts.
She seemed to have a fever, her body was hot, and she had no strength.
She groggily looked at the fierce-looking maids, thinking they were no different from demons from hell.
Song Qinian didn't know how much she was force-fed. She only knew that her whole body ached, and her stomach felt like it was burning.
Finally, Song Qinian was thrown into the basement like a rag by the maids.
Her body was in severe pain, but the physical pain was less than a tenth of her heartache.
Shen Chi Yan wanted her to eat these dishes only for her blood. His heart and mind were filled with Lin Qiu Tong, and even if she died, he probably wouldn't even frown.
She curled up on the ground, hugging herself tightly, tears falling uncontrollably, her consciousness gradually blurring.
That evening, Shen Chi Yan received a call from Gong Yu Qi. Gong Yu Qi was an actor who was busy filming and attending events every day. He rarely had free time, so he wanted to find Shen Chi Yan for a drink and a chat.
When Shen Chi Yan arrived, Gong Yu Qi was the only one in the private room.
Gong Yu Qi was wearing a golden silk shirt and black trousers. He loved gold, especially gold.
A large gold chain hung around his long, beautiful neck, and even his belt was golden.
If this combination were on someone else, it might look gaudy, but Gong Yu Qi was handsome and refined. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned twice, exuding sexiness and boldness.
When Gong Yu Qi first became popular, he even sparked a trend of wearing gold.
Knowing that Shen Chi Yan disliked noise, soft and soothing music played in the room.
"Yo, you're here."
"Why are you alone?"
"Si Nian has something to attend to and can't make it. On this lonely night, it's just us brothers surviving together."
Gong Yu Qi wanted to give Shen Chi Yan a hug, but Shen Chi Yan coldly dodged.
Gong Yu Qi, who missed his embrace, pouted, "Brother, your germaphobia is a sickness, it needs treatment."
Shen Chi Yan remained silent, his dark eyes swept across the sofa, his expression not very good.
"Sit down with confidence. No one has sat on your exclusive sofa. When I arrived, I specifically asked the waiter to disinfect it."
In Gong Yu Qi's eyes, Shen Chi Yan was handsome and had a great figure, outshining many celebrities in the entertainment industry. The only flaw was that his brother had severe germaphobia and was very particular.
The sofa he sat on must not be touched by anyone else. The cups for drinking must be new and disinfected three times.
Gong Yu Qi once suspected that Shen Chi Yan would remain single his whole life, but he didn't expect him to be the first among their brothers to get married.
"Hey, how are you and your mute pampered wife doing lately?"