Half an hour later, their car arrived at the Tianmao Plaza.

Secretary Song got out of the car first and opened the door for her.

Xie Youyou, sitting in the car, put on a new mask.

As the car door opened, Xie Youyou tentatively stretched out her right leg, her elegant high heels touching the ground.

The young girl’s legs were as smooth and white as peeled eggs, delicate and tender, looking extremely tempting and beautiful under the lights.

At this hour, the mall was still bustling with people. Xie Youyou, with only her stunning eyes visible, accompanied by Secretary Song, took the elevator up, looking every bit the kept woman of a powerful man.

Xie Youyou entered a luxury store and took a liking to a pair of shoes. The saleswoman, noticing their attire, eagerly introduced the shoes to her.

“Miss, this is a limited-edition pair. Our store only has one pair. They would look great on a slim and tall girl like you. Would you like to try them on?”

“No need.” Without much hesitation, Xie Youyou, seeing that she liked them and they were her size, asked the saleswoman to pack them up.

Secretary Song took out a card and paid for them. Xie Youyou then continued shopping at other stores.

With Secretary Song by her side, she didn’t look at the prices. The saleswomen, seeing her generosity and youth, and the man following her closely, assumed she was the kept woman of some powerful figure and didn’t dare to be negligent. They brought out the best items in the store.

They had seen this kind of thing too many times.

After finishing shopping, Secretary Song was carrying several paper bags with brand logos. Xie Youyou checked the time; they had been shopping for two hours, and it was time to go back.

It was past ten, and the mall was about to close.

When Xie Youyou went downstairs, she noticed that there were far fewer people at the entrance, with only a few heading towards the subway.

The night wind blew on her legs, feeling a bit chilly. She regretted not wearing stockings, as the weather was prone to getting cold in the evenings.

Secretary Song went to put the things away, and Xie Youyou noticed a store across the street that was still open, selling stockings and pajamas. She decided to buy a few pairs and told Secretary Song she would go over there.

As Xie Youyou reached the other side of the street, she suddenly heard people arguing, and it sounded quite intense.

Since there were hardly any people on the street, Xie Youyou hesitated for a moment but still walked a few steps to look under the light. She was surprised to see familiar faces: it was Shen Feibai and his son standing by a car with a Beijing license plate, arguing.

Shen Zhong, now 15 years old, was as tall as his father, wearing a black jumpsuit that highlighted his youthful figure. He looked very angry, shouting at his father.

“You, Shen! I know you hate me, your son. No matter what I do, you’re not happy, you’re not satisfied. You just want to find an excuse to have another son with some other woman! Fine, I see right through you. You just want to send me abroad so you can live happily with your new son!”

“I’m telling you, Shen Feibai, dream on!”

Shen Feibai stood in front of him, his stern face illuminated by the bright lights, a vein pulsing on his forehead, his voice filled with fatherly authority.

“You’re talking nonsense! I can’t stand you? You’re only a teenager, and you’re already fighting with hooligans over a girl, skipping classes, and going on dates. If I hadn’t come to the school today, who knows what trouble you would have gotten into.”

Here we go again!

Shen Zhong hated it most when his father acted like he knew everything while understanding nothing.

Just because he had more life experience? Wait until he was in his thirties, he could have the same aura and control over people.

Shen Zhong scoffed, “No matter how much trouble I get into, it’s better than you. You haven’t had your fair share of trouble with women?”

He was good at exposing his father’s past, like now, seeing Shen Feibai’s stern gaze, he was still scared, shrinking his neck and shutting his mouth, like a quail.

Deep down, he was truly afraid and respectful of his father.

But many times, he knew how to strike first, though who he took after was unknown.

Xie Youyou never imagined she would stumble upon such an awkward scene—seeing her benefactor and his son arguing heatedly by the roadside.

The benefactor she knew was always calm and collected, never showing any emotions.

But now, she realized that Shen Feibai, as a father, also had his helpless moments, like the genuine expression he had when arguing with his son just now.

Both father and son were tense, and Xie Youyou took a step back, planning to leave quietly before they noticed her. Unexpectedly, she stepped on a manhole cover, her high heel getting stuck, and she twisted her ankle.

It hurt a bit; she might have sprained it.