Abandoned daughter from a wealthy family returns after being reborn at full level

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The Song Family Patriarch

The Song family is one of the four wealthy families in Yanjing, so the old house is naturally far away from the noisy crowd, occupying a wide and quiet residential area by itself.

The vehicle stopped at the gate of the old house, and Song Guye went down first to tell the housekeeper who was waiting at the gate.

Behind Sheng Jin was Qi Junyan and Changyi who followed him worriedly.

Because he was afraid that Sheng Jin would think he was nagging again, he kept silent all the way.

It wasn't until he arrived at the Song family that he couldn't help but moved closer to Sheng Jin and said, "The Song family is in a special situation. The children and grandchildren under the head of the Song family are very capable, but the power is still in his hands for so many years."

"Even so, the Song family is harmonious and there are no conflicts."

Sheng Jin responded lightly.

Song Guye turned around after giving instructions to the housekeeper, and his eyes fell on Chang Yi and Qi Junyan.

"Please also invite the two housekeepers to sit in the living room for a while, and I will take Miss Sheng to see my grandfather."

Soon, Changyi took Qi Junyan and left behind the housekeeper.

"Miss Sheng, please."

Song Guye did not go to the main body of the old house in front of him, but to the road on the left. Bypassing this path, a separate attic gradually appeared in the field of vision.

"After grandma passed away, grandpa moved here. It's quieter here. He doesn't like to be noisy, so we let him go."

Sheng Jin carefully looked at the location of the attic.

The environment is quiet, surrounded by green plants, backed by the dense forest of the back mountain, it is indeed a place for self-cultivation.

but--

"That tree is too tall."

She stared at the lush trees next to the attic that almost covered the building itself. The leaves were luxuriant, casting a shadow on the ground, and the sunlight could only sprinkle in sparsely.

Song Guye was stunned for a moment, and he explained helplessly: "This tree was transplanted by grandpa and grandma when they first got married. Grandpa didn't let anyone touch it, and these green plants are usually taken care of by him."

As soon as they approached the attic, a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit their faces.

Song Guye knocked on the door, and not long after, an old servant appeared at the door: "Master?"

"En." Song Guye replied, looking into the attic with worried eyes, "Is the situation of grandpa still not getting better?"

The old servant shook his head regretfully: "Same as before, every time the illness will be worse than the previous one, I don't know how long the Patriarch can last."

Song Guye couldn't help clenching his fists.

The old servant's curious eyes fell on Sheng Jin, and he was stunned: "Who is this?"

"This is Miss Sheng from the Baize Investigation Bureau, recommended by Chief Chang. I'll take her to see Grandpa."

"Oh, Miss Sheng, please."

The old servant was disappointed for a moment, and soon he recovered his emotions and led Sheng Jin and Song Guye inside.

Sheng Jin recalled the look in the old servant's eyes just now, obviously he misunderstood her relationship with Song Guye.

As the old servant walked in, Sheng Jin saw the head of the Song family, Song Changlin, who was ill in bed.

Because of his illness, he had lost a lot of weight, and his facial features were sunken, but he could still see the vigor and vigor of his youth.

Even though he was too sick to move, he still maintained the majesty of the head of the family, without showing a trace of distress or embarrassment.

Sensing the stranger's arrival, Song Changlin raised his head with difficulty, his eyes fell on Sheng Jin for a second, and then moved to Song Guye.

"Guye, who did you bring here?"

"Grandpa, this is Ms. Sheng, a foreign aid from the Baize Investigation Bureau, specially recommended by Director Chang."

Hearing Song Guye's words, Song Changlin didn't have much joy on his face, and he looked at Sheng Jin again.

"When did the Bai Ze Investigation Bureau come to such a young profound master?"

He spoke slowly, his shrewd and sharp eyes fixed on Sheng Jin's appearance, and a trace of trance flashed in his eyes.

He hesitated for a second and asked, "May I ask Miss Sheng's name?"

"Sheng Jin."

Sheng Jin leaned against the door, while casually answering Song Changlin's words, while looking at the layout of the attic.

The layout is very warm, and there is a breath of life everywhere, especially some exquisite small objects, which are obviously carefully selected by the owner.

"Sheng Jin."

Song Changlin's pupils trembled, "The one from the Sheng family—"

Hearing his words, Sheng Jin withdrew her gaze, and her tone was a little strange: "You know me?"

Although the Sheng family is one of the best giants in Yanjing, it is still far behind the four giants.

Song Changlin: "Your father and I were friends after you were sent away."

Sheng Jin couldn't help laughing, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Then I'm sorry, you don't have much time to spend together."

After all, in the second year after she was sent to the temple, her mother died of a strange illness, and her father was depressed because of this, and died in a car accident half a year later.

Now she only has a vague impression of her parents, she only knows that they love her very much and they tried their best.

Song Changlin obviously knew the reason, and sighed regretfully.

It seemed that the memories of the past aroused his thoughts, he lost the sharp edge at the beginning, and a sick haggard gradually appeared on his face.

The old servant said from the side: "The master is tired, and he can only maintain a short period of energy during this time."

The solemn look on Song Guye's face became even more serious.

Sheng Jin suddenly said, "Let me have a chat with Patriarch Song alone, how about it?"

Song Guye and the old servant were startled.

The mysterious masters invited before would walk around the attic to observe, arrange things to dispel evil spirits, and no one would stay to chat with Song Changlin.

Song Changlin's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand slightly: "You guys go out first."

"Yes."

Although he didn't know what Sheng Jin was going to do, Song Guye still chose to believe in Sheng Jin, because of her inexplicably reassuring calmness and determination.

After Song Guye and the old servant left, Sheng Jin came up, lifted a chair and sat down beside the bed.

"You didn't decorate this room, did you?"

Song Changlin snorted and said, "Little girl, I am your grandpa's generation."

"I have a bad impression of my elders, they all expect me to die."

Sheng Jin shrugged indifferently, "If you want to cooperate with me, you should not be my elder."

"Okay, then we will be equals."

Song Changlin obviously knew about Sheng Jin's past, he immediately accepted it calmly, and said instead, "Everything in this attic was arranged by my wife herself."

"She likes the arrangement very much, especially the process of comparing, selecting and arranging in person, which will make her feel at ease."

Song Changlin was obviously recalled by Sheng Jin's words, and the smile on his face deepened, "Besides, she also likes to grow some flowers and plants."

"The ones outside the attic were planted by her. I was busy with family affairs before and left her alone in the old house. She would come here often when she was bored. These are like her children."

(End of this chapter)