Song Qing was feeling frustrated, always sensing that Ye Qiu lingered like an unshakable ghost. Wasn’t she also wanting the best for her own son, Xiao Xu? Why did it feel like Ye Qiu’s gaze suggested she was the stepmother?

Was Ye Qiu really that good? Wasn’t it just because she inherited wealth? Wasn’t it just because she gifted a piano? If she had that much money, she would give her son even better things!

"I can’t invite your previous teacher; let’s go to the youth center instead." Fang Bingwen said calmly, but inwardly mocked himself. He had once promised not to use a penny from Ye Qiu, but in the end, everything for Xiao Xu was arranged by her. Now that she was truly gone, he realized just how much she had contributed to the family.

In comparison, Xiaoqing was neither heartbroken for the family nor for Xiao Xu. She was always most concerned about what other women’s husbands bought for them, what new products brands released, and where Ye Qiu was boasting. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Why hadn’t he noticed her animosity toward Ye Qiu before?

Perhaps people do change. Not only had he become dependent on Ye Qiu, but Xiaoqing also turned vain and hypocritical.

He knew she had feelings for him, but that love paled compared to power, status, and money, let alone compared to Ye Qiu’s love for him.

It turns out love and being loved truly are different. He once thought he would willingly devote himself to Song Qing, but when he realized all she needed from him was money and reputation, he finally felt somewhat disheartened.

He was already tired of Song Qing asking daily about his experiment’s progress when he returned home, tired of seeing transaction notifications on his phone, and even more unwilling to cook or do chores after coming home exhausted.

Each time he saw Xiaoqing lying on the sofa with a look that demanded his service, he couldn’t help but wonder why Xiaoqing had come back? Why did he promise to treat her well? How did Ye Qiu persevere back then?

He was almost overwhelmed by how much he loved Song Qing. Just how much did Ye Qiu love him to endure all of that?

"Xiaoqing, if you’re free tomorrow, take Xiao Xu to enroll in classes." He suggested tactfully.

But Song Qing, who he thought had plenty of time, refused: "I have to livestream tomorrow, you take Xiao Xu."

Fang Bingwen frowned: "Livestream? What are you streaming?"

"I don’t want to go out and work, and your salary is not enough for me to spend, so of course, I have to think of other ways to make money." Her tone was impatient, and then shifted somewhat boastfully, "I’ve already posted some makeup and styling videos on the platform, and there are quite a few followers now. Since Ye Qiu can do so well, why can’t I?"

Fang Bingwen didn’t say much, nor did he try to stop her, because he knew there was no point in trying: "Then give me the card, I’ll help Xiao Xu pay the fee."

"Here." Song Qing hesitated not at all, casually saying, "There might not be much money left in it."

Over the years, Fang Bingwen had saved quite a bit, thinking with Song Qing’s spending, at least she would leave some, but unexpectedly, when she said "not much," it truly meant nothing.

Who could be blamed for this? It was his decision to be good to Xiaoqing, and it was himself who found the notification messages annoying and turned them off.

The fee collector saw his unpleasant expression and instinctively filled in the gaps about his financial situation to avoid embarrassment, suggesting softly, "Sir, our junior teachers also offer one-on-one lessons. Your child is still young; there’s no need to start with a senior teacher."

"No need, thank you." Fang Bingwen left with Fang Xu. His son had been taught by a top pianist, how could he bear to lower his son’s level?

"Dad, I can practice by myself." Fang Xu said considerately.

Fang Bingwen felt guilty as he gently patted his son’s head and said nothing more.

"Thank you all for your support. I haven’t visited many places, but Canada’s scenery and air are indeed wonderful, and the grapes in United States California are really big and sweet. In life, you should always experience external beauties, although I’m not as great as everyone praises; growing up in a less well-off family meant I could only strive to succeed through learning." Song Qing’s voice was sweet, and Fang Bingwen didn’t need to look to know she was saying all this with both shyness and pride.

"Wow, thanks to Brother Dafei for sending the yacht, giving me face on my first broadcast, I don’t know how to repay, thank you so much!"

"Is the baby asking about my watch? It didn’t cost much, just a casual purchase, mainly liked the color. If interested, check the official website."

"Thank you all for the compliments, my looks are a gift from Mom and Dad; I feel shy with such praise."

Fang Bingwen wasn’t sure if Song Qing was genuinely embarrassed, but he couldn’t listen anymore. The house wasn’t big, even with the door closed, he could hear everything clearly in the living room.

Thus, he said to Fang Xu: "Go to the kitchen and help me pick vegetables. We can practice the piano once your mom finishes her livestream."

Fang Bingwen looked at the door to the room, uncertain why Song Qing intentionally displayed her superiority in front of her audience, their family was indeed not wealthy, nor did they have the freedom to spontaneously travel abroad for shopping as her tone suggested.

Ye Qiu, during her livestreams, never intentionally showcased her superiority. Recently, she’s fascinated by the countryside, loves taking everyone hiking, diving, and even rolls up her sleeves to farm. Even with mud on her face, she smiles brightly, never considering such work beneath her.

If he’s biased, it’s at least his feeling that Song Qing wouldn’t go farming, despite growing up in rural areas, she doesn’t love the countryside.

In Ye Qiu’s livestream room, he felt relaxed, but just hearing a bit of Song Qing’s stream made him instinctively frown; Song Qing cares about others’ approval, perhaps the first broadcast’s a concern, but once she’s popular, he predicts she will look down on those beneath her.

Honestly, what’s there to be proudful about? People often say you boast about what you lack; he felt Song Qing is exactly like that now.

Besides, he felt that livestreaming at home, especially that type of stream, was bad for Xiao Xu, but even if he said so, she wouldn’t listen, might shed tears and claim his kindness is fake, say he regretted things.

Truthfully, he regretted somewhat, a family’s burden resting solely on him, especially the previous rumors, which made it hard for him to hold his head high at school, during that time had Song Qing done anything comforting?

When Ye Qiu was present, he had no worries at all, everyone respected him because they believed a girl from a rich family like Ye Qiu would only settle if he were exceptional.