Chapter 311: Being Able to Hold Your Own Isn’t Without Reason

Yang Yifan’s drinking was different from Song Qingtian’s. Song Qingtian didn’t blush when she drank; in fact, if there were no trace of alcohol on her breath, you’d never even know she’d had a drink.

Yang Yifan, on the other hand, would get a bit flushed after a few drinks.

But even with that flush, he wasn’t drunk—not by a long shot.

Yang Yifan said somewhat awkwardly, “I just get red when I drink!”

Song Qingtian glanced at Yang Yifan’s glass—it was only half empty.

“Let’s eat,” she said.

This was exactly the reaction Song Qingtian was aiming for, so as not to seem too timid.

After dinner, Song Qingtian said she had a bit more business to attend to and took Yang Yifan with her.

In the car, Yang Yifan asked, “Young Madam, where are we going? Should we tell General Ling?”

“I don’t need to report to Ling Hanyu when I go out, Secretary Yang… Just follow me and handle things as they come up.”

It was fine that Song Qingtian hadn’t mentioned it, but now Yang Yifan felt even more uncertain.

Still, since he’d already agreed, he could only brace himself and say yes.

Uncle Lin drove according to Song Qingtian’s instructions, taking both Song Qingtian and Yang Yifan to where Bai Ge and her daughter were staying.

As soon as they got out of the car, Song Qingtian told Uncle Lin to wait where he couldn’t be seen.

Then she led Yang Yifan to knock on the door of Bai Ge’s villa.

The housekeeper was startled to see Song Qingtian.

She’d heard the Madam say that Miss was the one who caused all this trouble, but how could Miss suddenly recover when she’d been in a vegetative state?

The housekeeper still found it hard to believe.

Yet here was the Madam bringing Miss back—Miss was covered in an allergic rash and was even lying in bed cursing Song Qingtian.

There was no longer any room for doubt.

“What can I help you with?” the housekeeper asked Song Qingtian.

“We’re here to see Song Yinyin. She came over to my place before, and I made a joke at her expense. Now that I think about it, I’m really sorry. Could you please tell her I’ve come to apologize?”

The housekeeper looked skeptical. If Miss was cursing so viciously, could it really be a misunderstanding?

But thinking about it, it didn’t make sense. No matter how the housekeeper looked at Song Qingtian, she always seemed up to no good—let alone coming to apologize.

“Just a moment,” the housekeeper said, then went to inform Bai Ge.

Secretary Yang turned to Song Qingtian, puzzled. “Madam, you’re really here to apologize?”

“Of course!” Song Qingtian replied with a laugh.

Yang Yifan just couldn’t believe it.

Song Qingtian was the kind of person who would apologize—if anything, he wouldn’t believe it.

When Bai Ge heard that Song Qingtian had come to apologize, her heart skipped a beat.

The more she thought about it, the more something didn’t add up.

Song Yingtang sat on the sofa, watching Bai Ge. “Don’t worry—she wouldn’t dare do anything.”

Bai Ge sat down. “She wouldn’t dare? If she really didn’t dare, she wouldn’t be here now. She ruined her own daughter like that—you saw it yourself.”

“That happened at Ling Hanyu’s villa. Here, we don’t even know how she died.”

Bai Ge was still worried. “If someone who didn’t even die in a crash can suddenly come back to life, she must have ulterior motives. You know how she threatened Yinyin before—she must be holding some leverage. As for my affair with Chen Jianxiu, I’ve accepted it. What I’m afraid of is that you… might get dragged into it too. What should we do?”

Song Yingtang smiled. “No need to worry. If she really does have something up her sleeve, at worst we’ll strip her naked and throw her out onto the street. I simply can’t believe she’d still have the nerve to live after being exposed like that.”

Bai Ge looked at Song Yingtang and realized he had a point.

“Then let her in—what’s the worst that could happen if she doesn’t behave?”

Bai Ge turned to the housekeeper. “How many people are there?”

“Two—one of them wears glasses.”

Bai Ge immediately guessed it was Yang Yifan.

“Let them in,” she said.

One Yang Yifan—Bai Ge didn’t take him seriously at all.

Song Yingtang stood up. “I’ll go to the back.”

“Okay.”

Song Qingtian followed Yang Yifan into the house, where only Bai Ge was left in the living room.

Yang Yifan instinctively glanced at the coffee table and saw cigarette butts still in the ashtray.

“Young Madam…”

Yang Yifan whispered a few words in Song Qingtian’s ear.

Song Qingtian didn’t even look at the coffee table; she just nodded. “Got it!”

Secretary Yang looked at Bai Ge, who was sitting on the sofa. She was dressed in a snow-white outfit, but the fabric was all cut-out, making her look both sexy and elegant.

What kind of man was Yang Yifan?

And what kind of woman was Bai Ge? It was clear at a glance.

She had a great figure, beautiful looks, and even better skin.

You could practically squeeze water out of her if you pinched her.

Her curves were especially pronounced—her chest seemed ready to burst right through her clothes.

Such a woman truly embodied the ideal of “round and smooth.”

Yet paradoxically, Bai Ge’s figure was perfectly standard—under fifty kilograms.

And among women under fifty kilograms, very few could achieve such a look.

You could say that at first glance, it was extremely rare!

So it made perfect sense that Bai Ge could hold her own among a crowd of men.

End of Chapter 311: Being Able to Hold Your Own Isn’t Without Reason