80 widows in the control group, eating melons and raising cubs are poor and happy

Bai Liu didn't want to meet Song Jingyun. She didn't want to attract Song Jingyun's attention.

She was vaguely aware of Song Jingyun's rejection of Song Jiaying and even the Song family in Shanghai, otherwise she wouldn't be unhappy even if Tangdou called him uncle or grandpa.

Now Song Jingyun's attitude towards Tangdou can't be called good, but it's not bad either. It's just right to maintain a balance.

It would be bad if it was self-defeating because of her appearance.

But Lu Pingwan specially asked her to go there with Tangdou. There was nothing she could do if she met Song Jingyun. She didn't have much initiative.

Only one step at a time.

Tangdou is a child with a free-spirited personality, and because he has been running around with Song Jiaying since he was very young, he is not afraid of anything at all.

Therefore, in just a few days, she had become very familiar with the service staff at the hotel where Lu Pingwan was staying. Of course, they probably did it for Lu Pingwan's sake.

The third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, no wonder everyone wants to climb up. Sure enough, there is a different scenery.

Tangdou took her straight to the top floor where Lu Pingwan was staying. Lu Pingwan had already booked the entire floor. It was said that this hotel was just built last year. The investor was Song Jingyun, and the equity was owned by both Mainland China and Song Jingyun.

She didn't know the specific things, nor should she, but she could get a glimpse of the Song family's wealth and status.

With Tangdou in front of her, she wouldn't have to go through many levels like the last time she met Lu Pingwan. Under the guidance of an assistant, she walked directly to a living room.

The door to the reception room was not closed, and there was a faint sound coming from inside.

"Didn't you say you were going back to Hong Kong City today? Why didn't you leave?"

"If I want to leave, I will take you back with me. Otherwise, it won't be the same wherever I go. Do you remember that you haven't returned to Hong Kong for half a year? Why should I go back alone?"

"Really? Didn't you say that you want a son? Of course you want to return to Hong Kong to choose a concubine so that you can have a son when you are old."

Listening to Lu Pingwan's angry words, Song Jingyun said helplessly: "Am I the one who cares about this? Forget what others say. If you say that, I will make trouble. Otherwise, should I change my surname to show my determination?"

Lu Pingwan sneered: "Do I care about your last name? If you want your son to speak frankly, you don't have to let others come and make insinuations -"

Song Jingyun hurriedly retorted before he finished listening: "This is pure nonsense. If I wanted a son, why would I have to..."

"Sir, Mrs."

The assistant looked at the door and avoided it, and the two people who didn't sound right had to interrupt.

Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan looked outside the door in silence.

Bai Liu could not wait to find a place to hide. It involves the secrets of wealthy families, and it is not a good thing to hear too much.

Since ancient times, there are endless stories of scandals among the rich and powerful. There are women who crawl into bed just for money and profit, and there are also gentlemen who lose their morals after becoming complacent... In short, compared to the poor, status has never meant anything. Moral nobility.

To a certain extent, the higher the status of people, the more they ignore secular morality, or they have another set of moral principles.

It was difficult for Bai Liu to guess whether Lu Pingwan and Song Jingyun were true gentlemen or hypocrites. She only needed to use their good images outside to buy a little buffer time for her and Tangdou.

When some secrets are discovered, they have to be involved.

She walked to the living room indifferently, but thought about quitting.

"Go and get a document for me..." Lu Pingwan said something to the assistant.

After a while, only Song Jingyun, his wife and Bai Liu's mother and daughter were left in the huge living room.After a brief introduction, the atmosphere turned tense. Bai Liu couldn't understand Lu Pingwan's intention of asking her to come over, and even wondered whether it was because of Song Jingyun's presence that it was difficult for Lu Pingwan to speak.

After all, when she was at the door, she heard Lu Pingwan questioning him with her own ears.

The embarrassment continued to spread, and still no one spoke.

"Bai Liu, how much do you know?"

Lu Pingwan suddenly spoke up, and the question he asked was confusing.

Bai Liu thought for a while and couldn't figure out whether to ask Song Jiaying or something else. He could only reply carefully: "Ms. Lu, if you want to talk about Song Jiaying's current situation, I don't know. Song Jiaying said that you helped him find Lu Fei's identity. I heard him talk about your relationship with him. You are his second aunt, second uncle, or we should call you uncle."

When a sister marries a brother, it doesn't matter what they call her.But according to traditional thinking, she should be addressed by the man. Considering that Lu Pingwan is not a woman dependent on men, she must not be willing to hear her called aunt.

Lu Pingwan nodded when he heard this and chuckled: "Yes, the news that Song Jiaying learned was also told to him by me. His mother was unwilling to say this, and his nominal father was even more so-"

As she spoke, she looked at Song Jingyun and continued: "No one wants to mention the past, maybe it's just my imagination."

Bai Liu's head was pounding after hearing this, but her expression did not change. She even followed Lu Pingwan's eyes and looked at Song Jingyun, neither humble nor arrogant.

Song Jingyun remained motionless, but his eyes looked helpless, or rather annoyed.

She couldn't understand. Sure enough, rich people in capitalist society couldn't think with common sense.

"Sorry, I don't know many things, and my relationship with the Song family in Shanghai is not very good." Bai Liu didn't know why she was apologizing. She subconsciously thought that Lu Pingwan was not an unreasonable person.

"It's my fault." Song Jingyun met Lu Pingwan's gaze and apologized good-naturedly.

Lu Pingwan didn't look at him, but instead looked at Bai Liu and Tangdou. She called Tangdou to come to her.

"Sit down first. Let's talk slowly if we have anything to say." Lu Pingwan took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I didn't call you here to accuse you. These things have been in the past for a long time. I can look back on the unpleasant past calmly. I hope you can Understand my decision after I say it.”

Bai Liu endured it, but couldn't hold it back and retorted: "My understanding is not important."

Who can she change?Who is she to understand?

Lu Pingwan smiled slightly, with calmness and seriousness in his eyes: "No, your understanding is very important."

Bai Liu wanted to say something else, but Lu Pingwan motioned her to calm down and started to speak.

"... We three sisters were born to three mothers respectively. My father is trendy and traditional, and my mother is a young lady who has not had a wife for many years and dare not refuse to take a concubine, so I am the legitimate daughter but not the eldest daughter. It's hard to say I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune, but we three sisters grew up together. The lack of brothers makes our relationship deeper, and of course, we are even more merciless when we stab each other in the back.”

"I was busy with work at that time, and my younger sister dressed up like me and drugged Song Jingyun to have sex with her. When Lu Lewan was pregnant, my eldest sister was seriously ill. I didn't suspect that she was reclusive because of her lively and active nature. In the end, the two of them teamed up to deceive me. Lu Lewan and I gave birth on the same day. To be precise, I heard that I was born prematurely. My child probably hated this birth, so he left."

"Lu Qingwan's child is Song Jiaying."

Bai Liu's eyes widened and he subconsciously looked at Song Jingyun.

Song Jiaying's biological father.

! ! !Sorry, I finished writing it yesterday, and I vaguely felt it was time.

As a result, the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. Ah, ah, I almost forgot.