The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 501 - 498

A familiar and pleasant scent overwhelmed her senses; the despair in her heart dissipated significantly, and she inexplicably grew reliant on this scent.

This person was none other than Jun Yu.

"Ah Yu..."

Song Wei called out in surprise, her voice small but powerful.

Song Wei still felt a sense of unreality.

How could Ah Yu appear here?

Wasn’t Ah Yu supposed to be in Song Wanwan’s room, with Song Wanwan...

"Xiao Wei, don’t worry, I’m fine." Jun Yu gave Song Wei a reassuring and calming look, then held Song Wei tightly.

At this moment, nothing more needed to be said; a hug was enough.

Song Wei bit her own hand, making her consciousness a bit clearer.

After confirming this wasn’t a dream, and Jun Yu was indeed safe, she leaned into Jun Yu’s arms with a smile, hugging Jun Yu with lingering fear.

She continued to sob softly without speaking for a long time.

Jun Yu patiently patted her back, comforting her, and only after Song Wei’s emotions calmed and she stopped crying did he let go, standing with her behind him.

He looked at Mr. Song and Madam Song, whose faces were pale in the near distance.

The two seemed to be contemplating, with Jun Yu here, who was the person in the room? And who were the ambiguous male and female voices coming from inside?

Was it Song Wanwan and someone else?

The guests who had come over to witness the spectacle were bewildered and began to discuss.

"Didn’t they say the seventeenth Prince was harassing Miss Song, not respecting the Song Family, and we, as friends, came to help demand an explanation, to stand up for Miss Song?"

"Why is the seventeenth Prince right here now! He’s not harassing Song Wanwan, and moreover, he seems very affectionate with the third Miss!"

"The two of them, a perfect match, standing together, truly are beautiful together!"

"Mr. Song, did you perhaps misunderstand something?"

Someone raised a question.

Upon hearing this doubt, the color on Mr. Song and Madam Song’s faces continued to worsen, as dark as the bottom of a pot, which wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

Unexpectedly, after all their plotting, they didn’t catch the adulterer, but instead created this spectacle. Not only did it make everyone more convinced of the affectionate relationship between the seventeenth Prince and Song Wei, but also implicated their Wanwan.

Just who is the man inside?

Madam Song was extremely anxious.

And some even added fuel to the fire.

"Madam, could it be someone else harassing Miss Song? The servants might have misunderstood?"

"Exactly! How about opening the door to let everyone see who exactly is harassing Miss Song inside? If Miss Song is truly bullied and wronged, we’ll definitely stand up for her."

"After all, Miss Song was also raised under our watch."

The words from friends and family sounded comforting.

But to Madam Song, they felt like knives stabbing her heart; she was far from comfortable, only feeling pain.

Besides the seventeenth Prince, who could bring dignity, honor, wealth, and power to her daughter, Madam Song was unwilling for her daughter to engage in a premature affair with anyone else, let alone have such a scene witnessed.

She understood that her daughter’s reputation was the most important.

"Madam, why are you hesitating? Quickly let someone open the door and let everyone see which insolent rascal bullied our Wanwan!"

"We must stand up for Wanwan."

Someone urged.

It seemed mostly out of concern, but was mixed with some not-so-obvious instigation.

Madam Song was in a bind, her heart filled with blood.

Mr. Song reassured everyone, "Don’t worry, Wanwan will be fine, and even if something were wrong, as Wanwan’s father, I will take care of it. Everyone, please disperse!"

Upon seeing Jun Yu appear safely before everyone, Mr. Song dared not entertain any thoughts of letting everyone see the scene inside the room.

If someone saw it, his daughter’s life would be utterly ruined.

Not only would the hope of marrying the Prince be gone, but if the man inside was some nobody, his Wanwan would have no choice but to marry down.

Therefore, it would be best not to be seen.

As long as nobody saw that Song Wanwan was inside, claiming it was someone else would be fine.

After all, today’s Song Mansion banquet invited many people. In a crowded place, it wasn’t uncommon for guests to enter the wrong room and engage in some activities inside.

He just needed to guide public opinion properly, and with some effort, this incident would pass, with little impact on Song Wanwan.

With this goal in mind, Mr. Song took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then smiled broadly as he addressed everyone, "Come, let’s return and continue drinking?"

"That wine just now was Shao Xing’s Daughter Red, which I’ve treasured for decades. You all must have a taste."

"As for what’s happening here, since it doesn’t involve the seventeenth Prince, and may not involve Wanwan, let the Madam handle it; we don’t need to get involved."

Mr. Song called everyone to return.

Madam Song also echoed Mr. Song’s words, encouraging everyone to return to drink and enjoy themselves, not to linger at Song Wanwan’s door, that she would handle it alone.

But they underestimated these people’s determination to stand up for Song Wanwan...no, more accurately, their determination to enjoy the spectacle.

Genuinely wanting to rescue someone or lend aid were few; instead, the world seemed filled with those who feared things would not be chaotic enough.

"No, let’s take a look inside before leaving?"

"Since everyone has come, how can we leave empty-handed? We mustn’t waste the trip."

Mr. Song: "......"

Madam Song: "......"

What does it mean that inviting a god is easy, but sending them away is difficult?

This is exactly it.

Mr. Song and Madam Song finally understood what it felt like to lift a rock only to drop it on their own foot.

Suddenly filled with regret, they realized they shouldn’t have done this.

What now?

How to end this?

Madam Song’s anxious mind was about to explode, and then a youth, ignoring their attempts to stop him, rushed forward and smashed open Song Wanwan’s door.

"...Hey, Qiang Zi, what are you doing?"

Madam Song’s frightened voice was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

"Let’s all go in and see who’s inside! How dare they do such a thing in broad daylight?"

"It’s really embarrassing, shameless."

The crowd surged into Song Wanwan’s room to see, and then saw Song Wanwan and the nearly fifty-year-old housekeeper of the mansion, who already had children, locked together.

The two seemed to have taken some medicine, looking particularly excited and agitated, so much so that a group of people rushing in didn’t stop them from continuing their affair.

They were immersed in their bliss, heedlessly enjoying their passionate encounter.