How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

Chapter 190 Song Fu's Schemes

As soon as the military vehicle left, Song Fu immediately went up to the gate of the Lü family. He was carrying a small leather suitcase, his face deliberately pale, looking weak.

Song Fu knocked on the door.

"coming…"

A strong voice rang out from inside the door, and then the young man who had just been there opened the door.

Seeing a sickly-looking young man at the door, Xin Wu Hui frowned and asked, "Are you a beggar?"

Song Fu froze for a moment, then put on a smile. "No, I'm a servant of this household. I was injured a few days ago, and I was discharged from the hospital as soon as I recovered. I can't cause trouble for my master, can I?"

Xin Wu Hui let the person in, making no attempt to hide his scrutiny of the other person from head to toe.

Song Fu's gaze was calm, and he coughed occasionally. When he walked, one of his thighs was not moving naturally; he moved very slowly, as if taking large steps was pulling at his wound.

Neither of them introduced themselves; they only probed and guessed at each other's identities.

However, as Song Fu walked closer and closer to Lao Hei's courtyard, Xin Wu Hui gradually began to understand what was going on.

What are you going over there for?

Song Fu forced a weak smile and explained, "That's where the steward lives. Shouldn't I let him know when I get back?"

Xin Wu Hui suddenly realized, "Ah, is that so? You should have said so earlier. The steward is my own uncle, it would have been the same if you had told me."

He emphasized the word "dear" while observing Song Fu's reaction.

Fortunately, Song Fu came from a prominent family, so Xin Wu Hui's thoughts were practically transparent to him.

Seeing that Song Fu's expression remained unchanged, Xin Wu Hui's heart began to pound. He wasn't the kind of person who would mistake his uncle for someone else.

Soon they arrived at Lao Hei's yard. Xin Wu Hui put down his suitcase and walked towards Lao Hei.

Xin Wu Hui, afraid of falling behind, quickly chased after them.

When Lao Hei saw Song Fu return on his own, he was also a little surprised. Then, seeing Xin Wu Hui following closely behind, he immediately guessed what the kid cared about.

Song Fu took the initiative to clasp his hands in thanks: "Congratulations on finding your biological nephew, sir. I am ashamed to have troubled you."

Old Hei waved his hand, feeling somewhat guilty for some reason, "No need, what are your plans for the future?"

Song Fu gave a bitter smile. "I don't have any plans. I used to be a servant in the Song family. I thought I had found my family, but then I injured my leg... I've come here to say goodbye to you and the head of the Lü family. Although I've injured my leg, I still have a pair of good hands. I won't starve to death."

After saying that, he bowed to Old Hei and said, "Please tell him that I am about to leave!"

Xin Wu Hui then realized that he had not guessed wrong; this person was indeed the one who had mistaken his uncle.

Old Hei pondered for a moment, "I'll go talk to Miss first, and everything will be up to her to arrange."

As he turned to leave, he failed to notice the meaningful smile that appeared on Song Fu's lowered face.

A moment later, Lao Hei returned again. "The second young lady is at home. You can go over there."

Song Fu nodded and obediently followed Lao Hei into Yan Ru's room.

After entering, Song Fu glanced around discreetly.

The room was spacious, divided into two sections, an outer one for entertaining guests and a display shelf separating the two sections. Behind the display shelf were several rows of bookshelves displaying Yan Ru's paintings and books.

The house wasn't as exquisite and luxurious as the Song family's small building, but it felt simpler and warmer, perhaps because it suited her taste better.

After Lao Hei brought the person over, he left. Yan Ru sat behind the table, concentrating on her painting.

Song Fu stood still, and for a moment the only sound in the room was the "swish swish" of paintbrushes on paper.

Only after finishing the last stroke did Yan Ru raise her eyes to look at Song Fu.

At this moment, Song Fu had already composed himself.

"Song Fu?" Yan Ru called out to him softly, her voice still gentle, but her tone calm and even.

Song Fu bowed and greeted her, "Miss Lü."

Yan Ru nodded, pointed to the chair, and gestured for him to sit down and talk.

As soon as she sat down, Yan Ru cut to the chase and asked, "What brings you to my house?"

Song Fu was prepared. Others might not recognize him, but Yan Ru had dealt with him before, so ordinary lies probably wouldn't be able to fool her.

So he put on a sincere face and said, "It's true that I'm looking for relatives, but I didn't expect that I'm not Mr. Xin's nephew. I originally wanted to stay in the Lü family because I wanted to be closer to my relatives."

Yan Ru smiled enigmatically, "You seem to have already given this reason."

Song Fu didn't expect this reason to fool her, so he continued, "I am an orphan, raised by the steward of the Song family since I was a child. His wish is to serve Master Song for life, but my wish is not. I have always wanted to find my biological parents. How sad it is to live in this world without knowing where you came from. So if I get a clue, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I will give it a try."

Yan Ru chuckled, not even glancing at Song Fu, and simply blew gently on the painting paper.

"is it?"

Song Fu continued, "Later, someone told me that I might have a living uncle, so they asked me to come and find him. Miss may not know, but I first went to the Xin family's old house in the alley to look for him. Later, I learned that Mr. Xin was still alive, so I rushed over to recognize him. Who knew that Mr. Xin was the steward of the Lü family? Ah, what a cruel twist of fate."

Yan Ru looked at him and said, "As far as I know, Mr. Xin had faked his death for many years at that time. If you wanted to find your relatives, you should have known this when you arrived at the Xin family's old house. Why did you stay at Warden Cheng Ping's house for several months? If you really knew that your relatives had died early, shouldn't you have gone to find and collect their remains?"

Song Fu said, "Nothing can escape Miss's discerning eye. I've wanted to find my biological parents for a long time. So the person who gave me this lead gave me a condition. As long as I do as he says, he will tell me the whereabouts of my relatives."

"What conditions?"

Song Fu stared intently at Yan Ru, "Keep an eye on Cheng Ping and wait for an opportunity to rescue Lü Peijun."

Yan Ru's expression suddenly changed. Wasn't this the promise that Master Song had given her? And he actually sent someone to carry it out?

"What are you talking about?"

Song Fu said earnestly, "I'm not making this up. I was adopted by the Song family when I was a child, and they very likely do know about my background. As long as I do things for them, I can find out where my family is. Isn't that better than any reward?"

Yan Ru stared at him coldly: "So you are so loyal to Master Song. I underestimated you."

Song Fu shook his head and said, "Miss Lü, I am telling the truth. I am no longer a servant of the Song family. Do with me as you please."

"When did I say I was going to kill you?"

Song Fu said resolutely, "Now that I've injured my leg, if I have nowhere to go, wouldn't I be facing certain death?"

Yan Ru rolled her eyes. Song Fu had injured his leg to save Qing Ru, and now that the injury hadn't even healed, he wanted to drive him away. She knew she couldn't do that.

"Fine, you can stay."

Song Fu forced a smile, his face pale, and his thin body swayed and fell to the ground.

Yan Ru was stunned. "Are you alright?"

With his eyes closed, Song Fu said weakly, "Thank you, Miss Lü."

Yan Ru frowned, "Song Fu, Song Fu?"

Song Fu appeared extremely weak and could not be woken up no matter how Yan Ru called him.