Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Chapter 636: The Song Family In-Fighting

After saying that, Ye Fei waited a moment for a response from Yu Wuxia—but none came. When he looked up, he saw that her face had regained a peaceful look and her breathing had even become steady; she had fallen asleep.

”Damn, misread the situation!” Ye Fei thought with a wry smile. Still, he felt pleased. If Yu Wuxia had remained as conflicted as she was earlier, no matter how tired she was, she wouldnʼt have been able to fall asleep. The fact that she was now sleeping soundly meant that her inner turmoil was almost completely resolved.

Even though it was still early—and they hadnʼt even had dinner—Ye Fei chose not to leave her side. He knew that after losing her virginity just moments ago, Yu Wuxia needed nothing more than the warmth of his embrace. So he held her close and drifted off into slumber with her in his arms.

When Ye Fei woke up the next morning, it was already dawn. He instinctively reached out to hold her, only to find that the space beside him was empty; Yu Wuxia had long since left. Frustration mingled with regret as he scratched his head, silently cursing himself for sleeping so soundly that he still didnʼt know where he truly stood with her.

Sitting up with a heavy heart, Ye Fei slowly got dressed and scanned the room. Then his eyes caught sight of a steaming breakfast waiting on the desk, and a self-satisfied grin crept across his face.

”Hard work really pays off,” he mused. ”All that effort—five rounds last night—wasnʼt for nothing!” Even though it was just a modest meal, it clearly signaled that Yu Wuxia was beginning to accept him.

What she didnʼt realize was that her willingness was largely due to his decision to stay with her last night. A woman whoʼs just lost her innocence is at her most vulnerable, and waking up in his warm embrace had completely softened her heart.

As for why she might be avoiding him now, Ye Fei understood all too well. She was probably not ready to confront this new relationship, and her lingering ties to her aunt were likely causing some inner conflict. He decided not to push her further—some things needed time to settle on their own.

After savoring the breakfast that Yu Wuxia had left for him, Ye Fei left her office—but not through the main door. Instead, he opted to jump out the back window; it wasnʼt ideal for someone to see him leaving her office so early in the morning.

With plenty of time before classes resumed and an almost empty campus, Ye Fei took a couple of laps around the track before heading to the main gate. He wasnʼt planning to stay at school today—not only because he had a lot to do, but also because he figured Yu Wuxia was probably too embarrassed to see him right now. He decided to give her some space, convinced that in time, sheʼd bounce back, just like Tang Rou once did.

The thought of Tang Rou brought a smile to his lips. It amused him that both of his favorite teachers were the kind who could only be conquered with a bit of assertiveness. He even wondered if it might be even more entertaining to see them together someday.

Unfortunately, Tang Rou was still at home. Even though they kept in touch over the phone, Ye Fei had no idea when sheʼd be back.

”Ah, Zong? What are you doing here so early?”

Just as Ye Fei reached the gate, he nearly bumped into someone coming in. Squinting to get a better look, he recognized the newcomer as Song Renzong—a guy heʼd just met yesterday whom heʼd come to admire.

Song Renzong caught sight of Ye Fei and managed a strained smile. ”Ah Fei, itʼs you.”

Though Song Renzong smiled, Ye Fei saw a flash of anger and resignation in his eyes. ”Whatʼs up? Is something wrong?” he asked.

”No, no, nothingʼs wrong. Youʼve got things to do, so go ahead and get to it,” Song Renzong replied with another smile.

The more Song Renzong insisted everything was fine, the more Ye Fei sensed that something was off. The anger and frustration in his eyes were a far cry from the calm, composed impression heʼd given just yesterday.

Since the two werenʼt particularly close, and Song Renzong didnʼt seem inclined to explain, Ye Fei simply offered a small smile and started to walk out.

At that moment, a sleek silver Lamborghini sped up to the gate, screeched to a halt with a harsh tire squeal, and a petite figure sprang out of the car. Almost immediately, a string of familiar curses followed:

”Song Renhui, Iʼm not about to help some damn moron betray my little aunt! Youʼre a spineless, worthless jerk!”

It could only be the formidable Song Ci.

After hurling her insults, Song Ci spotted Song Renzong and Ye Fei and quickly ran over to Song Renzongʼs side, shooting an annoyed glare at Ye Fei as she joined him.

Seeing this, Song Renzongʼs expression grew even more resigned. Without a word, he grabbed Song Ciʼs hand and headed into the school, making no effort to greet Ye Fei.

”Renzong, Song Ci, why get so worked up?”

At that moment, another person stepped out of the Lamborghini—a man in his mid-twenties who bore a striking resemblance to Song Renzong. As he descended from the car and walked over, he glanced sideways at Ye Fei with a mocking tone.

”Renzong, is that your new friend? I always knew you wouldnʼt learn—donʼt forget who you are. Not just any nobody is worthy of being your friend.”

Song Renzong turned to face him, a flash of anger briefly lighting his eyes before he quickly masked it with calm. ”Big brother, youʼve got it all wrong. Heʼs just a classmate. We bumped into each other and exchanged greetings—thatʼs all.”

”Thatʼs more like it. Even though youʼre not the official heir, youʼre still part of the Song family. Plenty of people are trying to latch on to your name, so youʼd better be careful,” Song Renhui sneered dismissively at Ye Fei before turning back to Song Renzong.

”Come on, letʼs go. We need to talk some sense into little aunt. Grandfather has already promised her to the Zhang family—whatʼs with all the drama?”

”Iʼm not going to do that,” Song Renzong replied firmly, shaking his head. ”Marriage is a life-changing matter, and I respect little auntʼs own choice.”

”Is that so?” Song Renhui growled, his eyes flashing with a menacing glint directed—surprisingly—at Ye Fei, the bystander in all this.

Song Renzongʼs heart skipped a beat. He knew this guy was trying to use his friend as leverage again. Taking a deep breath, he said, ”Iʼd like to talk to you.”

With that, he walked a good distance away, and Song Renhui followed without so much as a glance at Ye Fei or Song Ci.