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Su Chang nodded and continued, "Do you still like Song Qian?"

"Ahem!" Qiao Weidong coughed twice, not expecting Su Chang to ask this question. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It's impossible to say there are no feelings, but I have a girlfriend now."

“That’s not what I meant. I meant that Song Qian probably has a serious mental illness, and I suspect that a large part of the reason is because of you.”

"What?" Qiao Weidong exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Su Chang's words.

Su Chang didn't care about his reaction and continued, "Song Qian has always been a very controlling person, which is why she has anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorder. If they were mild, it wouldn't be a problem, but because of your divorce, her symptoms have worsened, and her controlling nature has become even stronger."

"From then on, Qiao Yingzi became her only one, so she gave all her love to Qiao Yingzi. Similarly, she would arrange everything for Qiao Yingzi, and she would throw a tantrum if things did not go her way."

"And since you took Qiao Yingzi away yesterday, her anxiety has worsened, and she's even showing signs of bipolar disorder. So I want to remind you that if you still like her, for her sake or for Qiao Yingzi's sake, you should take her to see a psychologist."

"Are you serious?" Qiao Weidong looked at Su Chang in disbelief.

Su Chang shrugged and said casually, "Do you think I need to lie to you? If I didn't genuinely feel sorry for Qiao Yingzi, do you think I would need to tell you so much?"

"Okay, I'm sorry! Teacher Su, I shouldn't have doubted you," Qiao Weidong quickly apologized.

"It's okay. Anyway, I've already told you. Whether you go or not is up to you. I'm leaving now." Su Chang was too lazy to say anything more, after all, this was already meddling in other people's business.

"Thank you! Teacher Su, let me see you off." Qiao Weidong quickly stood up and said.

"No need!" Su Chang waved his hand and left the coffee shop directly.

Su Chang didn't care what Qiao Weidong would do, because he had no classes today and planned to go straight back to the villa in Rose Garden.

As he drove, he pondered the current state of entertainment and games in this world. In any case, he didn't recall "Battle Through the Heavens," nor did he recall many classic films, novels, or variety shows. He could easily become a plagiarist.

The gaming situation is even worse. There are no PC games like "Honor of Kings" or "PUBG Mobile" available, making it impossible to play games whenever you want.

Su Chang secretly rejoiced that he had received the sign-in rewards of being proficient in game design and art. He had studied IT all his life, and although he couldn't replicate these games by himself, completing the basic modeling was no problem.

As soon as he got home, his phone rang. Seeing it was an unknown number, he frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and immediately hung up. However, no sooner had he hung up than a text message arrived.

Su Chang looked at the message and saw that it was a call from Liang Dawei, the general manager of "Fiery Shield" security company, whom he had just received from checking in yesterday. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he called back without hesitation.

"Hello! Mr. Su, this is Liang Dawei, the general manager of Shendun Security." As soon as the call connected, a very magnetic male voice came through.

Su Chang smiled slightly and politely replied, "Hello, Mr. Liang."

"President Su, you've become the new boss of our company. When would you have time to visit us? We're currently training a group of new employees, with our founder, Mr. Xiong Kuohai, serving as the head instructor." Liang Dawei's tone revealed a hint of anticipation.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Su Chang's eyes. He scratched his head and said somewhat apologetically, "President Liang, I'm sorry, I really don't have time to go to the company. However, I will arrange to go as soon as possible. But I do have something I need to trouble you with."

Su Chang wasn't making excuses; he had classes every day, and Zheng Shuyi and Bi Ruoshan were waiting for his script and novel. He also wanted to work on his game, so he didn't have time to go over.

Liang Dawei understood Su Chang very well. After all, in his mind, bosses were usually very busy. He quickly said, "President Su, please feel free to ask me to do anything for you!"

Su Chang thought for a moment, then said seriously, "How about this, I'll give you my assistant's phone number later, you can contact her. My girlfriends all need someone to protect them, so why don't you send female bodyguards for them? Any problems?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Dawei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "No problem, President Su! I will arrange it. But don't you need someone to protect you?"

“I don’t need it for now. I’ll let you know when I do,” Su Chang refused without hesitation.

"Well... alright then, Mr. Su, you go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer!" Liang Dawei wanted to say something more, but considering Su Chang's firm attitude, he didn't say anything more.

After hanging up the phone, Su Chang smiled with satisfaction. He knew that with the protection of "Fire Shield" security company, his girlfriends would be safer, and he himself could roam around outside more recklessly.

Thinking of this, Su Chang called Zheng Fangxiu. He first inquired about the situation of the women in Shanghai, then explained the security arrangements to her, and then asked her to prepare to set up a game company and find some skilled game developers to come to Beijing to help. Zheng Fangxiu agreed to all of these requests.

Chapter 149 Tong Wenjie's Method

After hanging up the phone, Su Chang began to plagiarize, his first choice being "Battle Through the Heavens," which was very popular in his world.

After all, everything has its order of priority. If Zheng Shuyi doesn't produce the manuscript soon, she and Bi Ruoshan will probably rush to Kyoto to arrest him.

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Su Chang was relaxed, but Qiao Weidong was in a dilemma downstairs at Song Qian's house.

Having just finished talking with Su Chang, Qiao Weidong rushed to Shuxiang Yayuan without stopping. He stood downstairs at Song Qian's house, hesitant and furrowed brows, his face showing a look of indecision.

It wasn't that I was afraid of anything else, but rather that I didn't know how to tell Song Qian.

He knew perfectly well that Song Qian was a fierce woman, and if he dared to tell her directly that she was sick, the consequences would be unimaginable. He could almost see himself being kicked out of the house by Song Qian, and he couldn't help but shudder. There was no way he could get out unscathed.

But if he didn't say it directly, she would definitely keep bringing up Yingzi's matter endlessly. Qiao Weidong became more and more agitated. He grabbed his hair hard and muttered, "What am I going to do?"

After racking his brains but still finding no good solution, Qiao Weidong sighed helplessly and finally decided to ask his best frenemy, Fang Yuan, for help.

He quickly dialed Fang Yuan's number, and as soon as the call connected, Fang Yuan's lazy voice came from the other end.

"Hey! Qiao Weidong, what's up?"

Qiao Weidong said anxiously, "Fang Yuan, do you have time? I have something to ask you to give me some advice."

"Alright, I'm free at the office right now, let's meet at the usual place."

Fang Yuan, a seasoned professional, readily agreed to meet Qiao Weidong when he saw that there was nothing going on at the company. He chose to meet him at their usual spot where they used to sing together every week.

"Okay, I'll go wait for you there." Qiao Weidong hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. He walked straight out of the community, secretly praying that Fang Yuan could give him a good idea.

When Fang Yuan arrived at their usual spot for the weekly song, Qiao Weidong had already ordered a lot of beer and food and was sitting there drinking in silence.

Fang Yuan patted Qiao Weidong on the shoulder, sat down next to him, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Old Qiao, what's going on?" Fang Yuan frowned and asked with concern, "Is it about Yingzi again?" He rarely saw Qiao Weidong so dejected; the last time was when he divorced Song Qian.

"Well, here's what happened..." Qiao Weidong put down his wine glass, sighed deeply, and recounted all the details of his meeting with Su Chang, as well as his inner concerns: "So what do you think I should do now?"

Fang Yuan was stunned. He scratched his head and said helplessly, "Uh! After hearing what Teacher Su said, Teacher Song's condition is very serious. But you've come to the wrong person for this. You should go talk to my wife."

Qiao Weidong looked at Fang Yuan with a hesitant expression, as if he was thinking about something. He muttered to himself, "Tong Wenjie? Is she any good? I know her fiery temper all too well."

Fang Yuan understood Qiao Weidong's concerns. He patted Qiao Weidong on the shoulder and comforted him, "Why not? As long as you explain Song Qian's situation clearly, my wife is all bark and no bite, she'll definitely help. But, you know, she might say a few words to you, that's inevitable."

Hearing Fang Yuan's words, Qiao Weidong felt a little more at ease. He thought about it and felt that this was the only way. So, he nodded and said, "Okay then, I'll bring Yingzi to your house for dinner tonight, and we'll talk more then."

Fang Yuan smiled and agreed, "Okay, don't think too much about it now, let's continue with our weekly song."

And so, the two continued drinking, temporarily putting Song Qian's matter out of their minds.

That evening, at Fang Yifan's house.

"Dad, are you sure Mom won't get angry when she gets back?" Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi looked at their two fathers, who were reeking of alcohol and lying on the sofa, with helpless expressions on their faces.

"Fang Yifan, take Yingzi to your room to do her homework. Don't meddle in adult matters," Fang Yuan said irritably, his eyes darting around as if he knew his behavior might displease his wife.

"Yes, Yingzi, you and Fang Yifan should go inside and do your homework," Qiao Weidong chimed in, a fawning smile on his face.

Qiao Yingzi and Fang Yifan exchanged a glance, then sighed helplessly and went back to Fang Yifan's room together.

"Fang Hou, what do you think will happen when Aunt Wenjie comes back later?" Qiao Yingzi asked impatiently as soon as Fang Yifan closed the door, her eyes filled with worry and curiosity.

"Of course, watch me demonstrate for you." Fang Yifan tossed his schoolbag onto the bed, then walked to the opposite side of Qiao Yingzi, a sly smile on his face, seemingly full of confidence for his upcoming performance.

Fang Yifan imitated Tong Wenjie's mannerisms, making a delicate gesture with his fingers, and said in a high-pitched voice, pointing at the opposite side, "Fang Yuan, are you trying to get yourself killed? Drinking so much alcohol! I've worked hard all day, have you even cooked dinner? Have you done Fang Yifan's homework?" His tone was filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and he even made a pinching motion, as if he was really lecturing Fang Yuan.

Then Fang Yifan went to the other side and pretended to be Fang Yuan. He put on a pitiful expression and said, "Wife, look, there are outsiders here. Give me some face." His voice was pleading, and he kept blinking.

Then Fang Yifan stood back in his original position and imitated Tong Wenjie, saying, "Face? What face? Qiao Weidong isn't a good person, and you still..."

Just as Fang Yifan was engrossed in learning, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from outside. Fang Yifan was startled and immediately trembled. He quite liked his "imitation show".

Just as Qiao Yingzi was about to speak, Fang Yifan stopped her. He put his right index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture, and then pointed to the door, indicating that the two of them should go and eavesdrop.

Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi pressed themselves against the door, their hearts pounding so hard they could hear them. They pressed their ears tightly against the door, afraid of missing a single sound.

Tong Wenjie's voice came from outside the door: "Fang Yuan, are you trying to kill yourself again? Drinking so much alcohol, I've worked hard all day, have you cooked dinner? Has Fang Yifan done his homework? Are you trying to rebel against the Heavenly Gang? Do you even have the demeanor of a father?" Her voice was extremely shrill, probably audible throughout the entire building.

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Fang Yuan's voice came through: "Wife, look, there are outsiders here. Please give me some face." The situation outside unfolded exactly as Fang Yifan had predicted.

Tong Wenjie's voice grew even harsher: "Face? What face? Qiao Weidong is no good person, and you're still associating with him? What? Are you planning to go out and find someone too...?"

Suddenly, Tong Wenjie roared without taking a breath, showing no respect for Fang Yuan and Qiao Weidong. Fang Yuan and Qiao Weidong remained silent.

Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi listened from behind the door, their faces showing different expressions. Fang Yifan had a smug smile on his face, as if he was thinking, "See, I told you Mom would get angry." Qiao Yingzi, on the other hand, looked worried, as if she was concerned for Fang Yuan and Qiao Weidong.

At this moment, Qiao Yingzi tugged at Fang Yifan's sleeve, her eyes revealing a hint of worry and tension, and asked softly, "Fang Hou, is Aunt Wenjie really that fierce? Should we go out and try to talk to her?"

A hint of fear appeared on Fang Yifan's face. He quickly waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Come on, with my mom's temper, if I dare to go out, she'll definitely punish me too." His eyes were filled with fear of his mother, and his body unconsciously shrank back.

Seeing Qiao Yingzi's anxious look, Fang Yifan felt a little sorry for her. He comforted her, "But don't worry, my mom will only scold me for a few minutes. She'll be fine in a bit. Just keep listening." Although his voice was calm, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

Seeing Fang Yifan's confident demeanor, Qiao Yingzi felt a little more at ease, but she still pressed herself tightly against the door, wanting to hear what was happening outside.

Five minutes later, Tong Wenjie finally stopped talking. Seeing that Tong Wenjie had vented enough, Fang Yuan took advantage of the moment when Tong Wenjie was drinking water and carefully said, "Wenjie, calm down. Qiao Weidong came to the house to talk to you. He really did run into trouble, which is why he drank so much with me."

Tong Wenjie's face remained gloomy. She glared fiercely at Fang Yuan, but when she heard that Qiao Weidong had something to do, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes as she asked, "What is it?"

Fang Yuan pointed to Fang Yifan's room and said in an even softer voice, "Fang Yifan and Yingzi are both inside. Let's go back to the bedroom to talk."

Seeing Fang Yuan's cautious demeanor, Tong Wenjie's anger flared up again, but when she saw Qiao Weidong's pleading expression, she felt a pang of pity. She bit her lip and finally nodded, agreeing to Fang Yuan's suggestion.

Fang Yifan, who was behind the door, heard the three of them close the door. He was about to open the door to eavesdrop when Qiao Yingzi grabbed his arm. A determined look appeared on Qiao Yingzi's face as she said softly, "Fang Hou, don't go. Let's hurry up and do our homework."

Fang Yifan felt somewhat unwilling, but seeing Qiao Yingzi's serious expression, he could only nod and follow her back to the desk.

Back in the bedroom, Tong Wenjie's face was so dark it seemed like it could drip water. Her eyes were fixed on Fang Yuan, flashing with anger, as if she wanted to see right through him: "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Chapter 150 Little Dream

Fang Yuan and Qiao Weidong exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing hesitation and unease. They seemed to be waiting for the other to speak first, neither wanting to be the first to speak.

Finally, Tong Wenjie could no longer contain her anxiety. Her voice carried a hint of anger: "What is it? What are you two dawdling about? Fang Yuan, you tell me!" Her gaze was piercing, shooting straight at Fang Yuan, making him shiver involuntarily.

Fang Yuan swallowed hard, his lips trembling slightly, clearly nervous. Under Tong Wenjie's intense gaze, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and recount Su Chang and Qiao Weidong's conversation, as well as Qiao Weidong's concerns, in detail.

After listening, Tong Wenjie frowned deeply, her expression growing increasingly serious. She knew Song Qian's personality well and understood that yesterday's unpleasantness had made the current situation even more complicated. She pondered silently, trying to find a suitable solution.

Tong Wenjie frowned in thought, while Qiao Weidong and Fang Yuan stared at her hopefully, their eyes filled with expectation. They hoped Tong Wenjie could come up with a good solution to their current predicament.

Tong Wenjie thought for a while, then her eyes lit up and a hint of confidence flashed in them: "Didn't Teacher Su say before that Yingzi also had psychological problems? Then you can take Yingzi to get checked out, and invite Song Qian along too. I believe she will definitely go. Then you can ask the doctor to give her a check-up as well."

"What if she doesn't cooperate?" Qiao Weidong was still a little worried. His brows were furrowed and his face showed concern.

Tong Wenjie gave Qiao Weidong a disgruntled look and said, "Then you can arrange a time for the weekend, and I'll go with you then." There was a hint of helplessness in her voice; in fact, she wasn't sure whether Song Qian would cooperate or not.

"I feel great," Fang Yuan chimed in.

"Well... alright then." Qiao Weidong had no other choice at this point: "Let's go, it's so late, let me treat your family to something to eat."