TVSFPAG -Chapter 179 And She Is Above My Rules

Chu Jinhan tightened her hand again and led her toward the woman.

The woman had clearly been well cared for. She looked to be only in her thirties, with a gentle temperament, yet she carried an inherent air of authority.

She quietly observed the two of them, her gaze falling on their tightly clasped hands. Although her expression showed no extra emotion, it placed immense pressure on Song Yunfei.

“Mom.” Chu Jinhan stopped in front of the woman. “What brings you here?”

Mrs. Chu smiled faintly. “Can’t I come?”

“Of course you can.” After saying that, Chu Jinhan turned to introduce Song Yunfei. “This is my mother.”

Song Yunfei forced a polite smile. “Hello, Auntie.”

Mrs. Chu looked her up and down. Her gaze appeared gentle on the surface, yet carried a subtle sense of scrutiny—like needles pricking from behind.

As expected, people from wealthy families were like this. Even with a smile on their faces, they still carried a sense of superiority.

Chu Jinhan tightened his grip on Song Yunfei’s hand and said firmly to Mrs. Chu, “Mom, she’s your future daughter-in-law—Song Yunfei.”

Hearing the words “daughter-in-law,” Mrs. Chu’s brow twitched slightly, almost losing her composure.

Still, she maintained her smile and said, “Sit down.”

Chu Jinhan led Song Yunfei to sit on the nearby sofa.

A servant silently brought freshly brewed tea and then quietly withdrew.

Only the three of them remained in the living room, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Mrs. Chu picked up the teacup in front of her. She didn’t drink it, but instead gently used the lid to stir the floating leaves on the surface.

That invisible pressure made Song Yunfei regret her decision to the core.

She almost wished time could rewind—to last night when Chu Jinhan proposed—and that she could have refused him without hesitation.

The fireworks last night had been too loud; they probably had shaken her brain loose.

After a while, Mrs. Chu finally looked up at Song Yunfei and slowly asked, “Miss Song, are you from Haishi?”

“Auntie, I’m from Ancheng,” Song Yunfei replied respectfully.

Mrs. Chu had already thoroughly investigated her background. The questions now were merely intentional—meant as a form of pressure.

Questions about her education, her job, her family background—each one could make her feel exposed and embarrassed.

Just as Mrs. Chu was about to continue, Chu Jinhan suddenly interrupted.

He said to Song Yunfei, “Yunfei, there are still some things in the car that haven’t been brought in. Could you go help bring them in?”

Song Yunfei felt as if she had been granted a reprieve and quickly nodded. “Okay.”

After speaking, she also gave Mrs. Chu an apologetic nod, then stood up and walked briskly toward the door.

As soon as Song Yunfei left, Mrs. Chu let out a light snort and placed the teacup heavily on the table, turning to her son with dissatisfaction. “You’re quite protective. I haven’t even said anything yet.”

Chu Jinhan replied calmly, “Why make things difficult for her? She’s simple by nature and can’t handle your probing.”

Mrs. Chu’s expression darkened further. “You ungrateful brat! Which eye of yours saw me making things difficult for her? You haven’t even gotten married yet, and you’re already turning your elbow outward.”

Chu Jinhan remained silent, but he did not back down.

After a moment of thought, Mrs. Chu sighed and spoke in a more serious tone. “During this time, I’ve already learned about everything you’ve been doing. I also understand your personality—it’s useless to try to persuade you.”

“However, there are still some things I must say to you.” She leaned back against the sofa, her gaze turning solemn. “Jinhan, Mom isn’t trying to make things difficult for anyone, nor am I trying to break you two apart.”

“I just want you to think carefully. Right now, when you look at her, everything about her seems good—novel, interesting, someone who can make you feel relaxed.”

“But you are Chu Jinhan—the successor of Yanjin Group. The environments you’ll face, the people you’ll interact with—you understand them better than anyone.”

“In those settings, if you bring her along, will she truly feel no pressure? Can you cover everyone’s mouths and block everyone’s eyes at all times?”

“People change. So do feelings. Right now you feel that she is indispensable—but what about ten years later? Twenty years later?”

“At that time, you may still be Chu Jinhan. But what about her? A person forcibly elevated to a position that doesn’t belong to her—once she loses your affection and protection, how will she find her place?”

“She won’t be able to fit into your circle, nor can she return to her original world. That… is the real cruelty.”

As Mrs. Chu spoke, she sighed again. “I’m not saying this to curse you, nor to look down on that girl.”

“You’ve had everything come too easily since you were young. The only thing you’ve ever been overly persistent and idealistic about is relationships.”

Chu Jinhan listened in silence, his expression unreadable.

He looked up at Mrs. Chu, about to speak, but she interrupted him again. “I know—you have a lot of promises right now, a lot of vows, wanting to prove your determination at this moment.”

Mrs. Chu shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness. “It’s useless. I’ve been young too, so I know how firm you feel right now.”

“But even in your most familiar market, you can’t predict every movement with one hundred percent certainty—let alone matters of the heart.”

After she finished speaking, the living room fell into a long silence.

No one knew how long had passed before Chu Jinhan’s voice slowly broke the quiet.

“Mom, those are two different things. If everything could be predicted using the logic of business, then everything would be known in advance. Life would have no surprises, no anticipation, no meaning—what would it be but a walking corpse?”

“It’s precisely because life is unknown that there is expectation and longing.”

Mrs. Chu froze, clearly not expecting him to say that.

Before she could respond, Chu Jinhan continued, “Besides, you’ve underestimated her. If that day ever comes, she’ll run faster than anyone.”

Ignoring the subtle change in his mother’s expression, he went on, “I may not be able to predict what I’ll become in the future, but while I still love her, I will give her full protection for whatever lies ahead.”

“As for the ‘accommodation’ you mentioned—why should she do that? Why should she accommodate others?”

“We don’t need to live our lives based on other people’s opinions. And even if there are opinions, they’re nothing more than jealousy. They won’t affect us in any way.”

People don’t care about what others have if they already possess it themselves. Only those who lack something will feel envy.

In the end, he looked at the stunned Mrs. Chu and said lightly, though his words carried an undeniable arrogance:

“My life—my rules. And she is above my rules. She does not need to adapt to any of those outdated habits.”

Mrs. Chu was so shocked she couldn’t speak.

Before coming here, she had carefully pondered these words over and over, believing she could enlighten Chu Jinhan.

But she never expected that she would instead be rendered speechless by her own son—and even feel a faint urge to reflect on herself.

Outside the villa, Song Yunfei and Wei Ke stood side by side. The former looked visibly troubled, while the latter wore an apologetic expression.

He truly hadn’t known Mrs. Chu would suddenly appear; otherwise, he would never have allowed the situation to become so awkward.

Only Quanquan was carefree, running around them, occasionally rubbing against their pant legs.

As the two stood there lost in thought, they suddenly heard faint footsteps.

Song Yunfei instinctively turned her head—and saw Mrs. Chu walking out.

Mrs. Chu approached her and examined her from head to toe again. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, yet she said nothing.

After a moment, she sighed in resignation, as if conceding something, massaging her aching temples before turning to walk toward her car.

“Wei Ke, take me back.”

“Yes, madam!” Wei Ke hurried forward at a quick trot, respectfully opening the car door for her.

Song Yunfei stood where she was, watching the car drive away, her heart uneasy.

If Mrs. Chu truly didn’t like her—and if the rest of the Chu family also firmly opposed them—then she would have no choice but to leave Chu Jinhan, even if it hurt.

She didn’t want him to be caught in the middle of family and love.

This time, if she left, she wouldn’t be as heartbroken as before, because she knew Chu Jinhan loved her—and that alone was enough.

No matter how firmly Chu Jinhan had spoken, deep down she still felt she wasn’t worthy of him, nor of a family like the Chu family.

While she was lost in thought, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside her:

“What are you thinking about?”

Song Yunfei snapped back to reality and turned her head, only to see Chu Jinhan standing next to her, his eyes still carrying that guarded look, as though he feared she might disappear the next second.

She forced a small, awkward smile and stammered, “N-nothing. I was just… wondering where Quanquan ran off to.”

Before she could finish her excuse, Chu Jinhan cut her off first.

“You don’t need to think about anything. And you’re not allowed to run.”

……

Song Yunfei’s heart skipped a beat.

How did he see through her? Was she really that obvious?