God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 216: Chapter 217: They’re Just Nobodies

Song Wuliang chuckled slyly and said, "He and I are not of the same kind. I have no idea what he’s thinking, but come mealtime, he’ll show up."

Fang Yi nodded and asked, "What about Old Master Song?"

Song Wuliang said, "My grandfather claimed he had a headache. Between his grandson and what’s right, he decided to avoid seeing both sides altogether and just stay in."

Fang Yi suddenly understood the meaning of Old Master Song.

That evening, Old Master Song had said a lot to Fang Yi. Song Haoyue was considered part of the Song family, yet also not. When Old Master Song had uttered those words, he couldn’t hide his pride in his grandson Song Haoyue, but there was also a sense of loss and helplessness.

After all, Song Haoyue was Old Master Song’s grandson. Old Master Song decided it was ’out of sight, out of mind’, better not to look and not to be troubled – he just stayed in his room and didn’t come out, so as not to make things difficult for himself.

"Don’t be fooled by my old man’s irreverent behavior all the time, he’s actually quite childlike – sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Sigh, thinking about the old guy nearing his grave makes my heart inexplicably ache."

The more he spoke, the less serious Song Wuliang got. This was just the kind of guy he was. Fang Yi couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and pity. That Old Master Song hadn’t been vexed to death by a grandson like him was quite an accomplishment.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and on a round table as large as two put together, delicate dishes were being served one after another. Song Wuliang’s mouth watered at the sight, and he was about to sneak a few bites when Song Chenghai came out at just the right moment, giving him a glare that straightened him right up.

Song Chenghai approached with a stern face that carried no smile, "Miss Fang, please take a seat at the table."

Fang Yuying said nothing and stood up, pulling Fang Yi’s hand and leading him towards the table. Song Chenghai stood there, his expression freezing for a moment, a complexity shadowing his features.

Previously, Song Chenghai hadn’t taken Fang Yi seriously, focusing only on Fang Yuying, after all, she was the precious daughter of the Fang Family – he had to show respect.

But Fang Yuying seemed to see right through Song Chenghai’s thoughts, taking Fang Yi with her to the dining table. What did that signify? It was as if Fang Yuying had slapped Song Chenghai’s face, but without laying a finger on him.

truly are unpredictable..." Song Chenghai

what she was thinking and why she had done that. His sister seemed to be slapping Song Chenghai’s face, but in reality, she simply didn’t want her brother to be

subtle gesture, yet

heart. He glanced at Fang Yuying, her exquisitely perfect profile in that moment seemed so divine and beautiful, gentle and approachable, a stark contrast to her previously wild and rough

but Song Chenghai didn’t say to start because everyone knew someone was

didn’t care for such formalities; she picked up her chopsticks and began to

impolite behavior, but no one said anything. Song Chenghai, noticing it too, pretended he hadn’t seen anything, while Song Wuliang gave a covert thumbs up from

this." Fang Yuying was

and knew

he was a food lover by looking at his build, and seeing so many sumptuous dishes on the table that

let’s eat too," Song Wuliang said as he picked up his chopsticks, ready

snap, Song Wuliang’s head was slapped from behind, and Song Chenghai glanced

turned to look at Fang Yi and Fang Yuying, licking his tongue in what seemed like a deliberate attempt to disgust Fang Yi. Fang Yi, however, pretended not to see it and continued to eat his own

their table, led by a handsome and tall young man. Next to him was a middle-aged

Yan Yingnan and Liang Yong. Thus, the one in front had to be Song Haoyue, and the middle-aged man was none

Wuliang sat up straight as if facing a formidable enemy, careful to

completely ignoring the arrival of Song Haoyue and

elder brother, Song Chenghai, his face cold. He glanced over at Fang Yi and company with a silent sneer, his eyes filled

his father, Song Zhenghan, followed by Yan Yingnan, and then

Yi suddenly put down his chopsticks and

somber dinner table suddenly went still, and the summer night seemed to fill

expected Fang Yi to suddenly speak up. Song Wuliang hadn’t expected it, Song Chenghai hadn’t expected it, Song Zhenghan hadn’t expected it, Yan Yingnan hadn’t expected it, and looking at Song Haoyue, there