Chapter 10: Chicken Soup with Goji Berries? Sign-In Reward!
“Su Bai, head back to your room and read for a while. I’ll handle this,” Song Qian said before turning to the intercom camera and shouting, “You’re not welcome here! Leave now!”
No one knew Song Qian better than Qiao Weidong.
Hearing her angry tone, he understood she was genuinely furious. If he didn’t leave now, Song Qian might do more than just call security—she could very well report him to the police.
Qiao Weidong also knew why Song Qian was upset: it was all because of Xiao Meng.
He hadn’t wanted to bring Xiao Meng here, but she insisted, leading to the current situation.
Understanding that he had no other choice, Qiao Weidong decided to back off for now and wait until Song Qian calmed down. After all, there were other ways for him to see his daughter—he owned property in the same complex.
With that thought, Qiao Weidong turned and left.
Watching his retreating figure, Song Qian angrily switched off the intercom and returned to sit with Tong Wenjie.
“Song Qian, you really seem to hold a grudge against Qiao Weidong,” Tong Wenjie remarked.
“It’s not a grudge. It’s just that some things became irreparable because of him,” Song Qian replied.
Not long after Qiao Weidong left, Fang Yuan arrived at Song Qian’s home carrying two roasted ducks.
“Alright, everyone, dinner’s ready. Roast duck is served!” he announced.
Song Qian quickly gathered everyone from the rooms.
“Xiao Bai, this is Uncle Fang Yuan,” she said, introducing him.
“Fang Yuan, this is Su Bai.”
“Of course. I’ll pack some for you later,” Song Qian replied with a knowing smile.
The two women exchanged a subtle, understanding glance.
“Soup’s ready! Come on, we’re waiting for you!” Fang Yuan called out.
“Coming!” they replied in unison, bustling to serve the dishes.
Song Qian, an expert at making soups, had prepared more than one kind.
The special soup initially meant for Su Bai ended up being served to Fang Yuan, while Su Bai and the others were given a different one.
Song Qian knew Su Bai didn’t need any extra “nourishment” and made adjustments accordingly.
With everything set, everyone sat down to enjoy the roast duck, and the atmosphere became lively and harmonious.
“Would you like to sign in?” The system’s voice suddenly echoed in Su Bai’s mind.
“Sign in!” Su Bai responded without hesitation.
“Congratulations! You’ve been awarded ownership of a yoga studio,” the system announced.
Details about the studio immediately appeared in Su Bai’s mind, accompanied by a stack of documents that materialised nearby.
This wasn’t just any ordinary yoga studio—it included the entire building where the studio was located, a prime multi-floor property in the capital. Its value was substantial.
The studio itself was thriving, with excellent annual profits according to the system’s information.
For Su Bai, this unexpected windfall was a welcome surprise. After all, who would turn down a multi-million yuan property handed to them for free?
Excited by the prospect, Su Bai jumped up, quickly organising the documents and stuffing them into his backpack.
“This is my asset now. I should visit it soon,” he thought, already making plans to check out the studio.