Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 909 Mr. Song reveals the family scandal
The car quickly stopped outside the apartment where Lin Jingqing lived.

Zhan Mochen and Song Jing got out of the car and went upstairs together.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Song Jing suddenly looked stern.

"What's wrong?" Zhan Mochen noticed something was wrong with Song Jing's expression.

Without saying a word, Song Jing walked quickly to the door, entered the password and opened the door. What he saw was a messy room.

There were signs of fighting in the living room, and several bodyguards were lying on the ground, unconscious.

The other rooms were empty.

Lin Jingqing is missing!

Zhan Mochen followed up and when he saw the situation, his face instantly darkened: "What's going on?"

"Someone kidnapped Lin Jingqing!"

Song Jing directly called the surveillance camera to check, and the surveillance picture quickly and clearly appeared in front of the two of them.

Song Jing stared at the fighting scene on the surveillance camera. His eyes fell on the group of men in black who came in. After looking at them for a moment, he suddenly let out a soft snort.

"Let's go." After Song Jing said that, he turned around and left.

Zhan Mochen followed: "Do you know who took her away?"

"Oh, I see."

The two got into the car, and the car turned around and drove quickly toward the west of the city.

More than 20 minutes later, a harsh brake sound sounded, and the car stopped at the door of the Song family mansion.

Zhan Mochen was surprised: "Did your old man kidnap someone?"

"Yes." Song Jing nodded and went straight to the main courtyard with a cold expression.

In the main courtyard, Mr. Song was making tea leisurely in the Zen room.

The windows of the Zen room are round windows with a slightly ancient style. Outside the window, a touch of bamboo is used to shade the scenery, which is picturesque.

A gust of wind blew by and the bamboo shadows swayed. Mr. Song glanced out the window, picked up the freshly boiled spring water and started making tea.

"The brat is back."

Master is back?
The old housekeeper standing aside quickly looked through the window, and sure enough he saw two tall and slender figures walking towards the Zen room in a hurry.

The one walking in front was Song Jing with a stern expression.

The old housekeeper couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "Old Master, what will the young master do now that he knows about it?"

"Just do whatever you have to do. If I dare to bring the person back, I won't be afraid of him knowing."

Mr. Song didn't care at all whether his grandson would come to challenge him.

Anyway, he had already captured the person, and the initiative was in his hands. Song Jing wanted to challenge him, but he was still almost in trouble.

The boiling water is poured into the purple sand teapot, the tea leaves are tumbling in it, and soon a wisp of green mist emerges.

When Song Jing opened the door and came in, Mr. Song had already poured tea into the teacup, as if he was waiting for him.

Song Jing strode to the table, frowned and looked at Mr. Song: "Where is the person?"

Mr. Song glanced at him and pushed the tea in front of him towards him: "No hurry, drink tea first."

After saying that, he waved to Zhan Mochen, who was standing behind Song Jing: "Mo Chen, come and have a cup of tea too. This guy can't hold his temper and makes you laugh."

Zhan Mochen nodded slightly and stepped forward to greet Mr. Song: "How are you doing, Mr. Song?"

"Okay, very good. Come, sit down."

Mr. Song pushed another cup of tea in front of Zhan Mochen.

Zhan Mochen's eyes lingered between the grandfather and grandson for a moment, and he knew that behind the tense atmosphere between the grandfather and grandson, there must be some reason that was not common to outsiders.He didn't ask or say much. He sat down smoothly, picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea silently.

Song Jing stared straight at Mr. Song, confronting him for a moment, and finally sat down without saying a word because Zhan Mochen was beside him.

Mr. Song's tea art was very good. The tea was fragrant and sweet. Zhan Mochen and Song Jing each had a cup of warm tea in their stomachs, and their moods became much calmer.

Just the three of them sat opposite each other, each in silence, and the meditation room was even quieter than before.

Mr. Song looked at Zhan Mochen with a smile: "This kid came back to make trouble with me. Where is Mo Chen? You came to see me too?"

Zhan Mochen nodded slightly and frankly explained his purpose: "I have a few questions to ask Lin Jingqing, and I hope Grandpa Song will grant them."

"You want to see Lin Jingqing?"

Mr. Song's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes showing surprise.

Lin Jingqing's past was only related to the Song family, but this boy from the Zhan family wanted to see her?
He wanted to know the reason, but it was difficult to ask about Zhan Mochen's personal affairs. After thinking for a moment, he agreed: "Someone, take Mo Chen to see Lin Jingqing."

"Yes."

A bodyguard soon came in outside the Zen room and respectfully raised his hand to Zhan Mochen: "Mr. Zhan, please."

"Thank you sir."

Zhan Mochen stood up, thanked Mr. Song, turned around and followed the bodyguard out.

Before leaving, he winked at Song Jing without leaving any trace.

Song Jing's eyes flickered downward slightly, indicating that he understood.

Since the old man can still let Zhan Mochen go see Lin Jingqing, it means that Lin Jingqing is still alive, and at least her personal safety is not worried for the time being.

After Zhan Mochen left, the meditation room fell into silence again.

Mr. Song picked up the teapot, added another cup of tea to Song Jing, and broke the silence first: "Xiao Jing, grandpa wants to tell you the truth, do you want to recognize Lin Jingqing as your mother?"

Heat rose again in the teacup, rising all the way up, blurring Song Jing's eyes.

After a moment, he shook his head: "It's not that I have to admit her. I won't admit her until I find out what happened back then."

Song Jing answered sonorously and forcefully, and Mr. Song's originally tightened brows relaxed instantly: "Okay, okay, you still have some brains!"

"What do you mean by grandpa?" Song Jing raised his head and frowned at Mr. Song: "Just because I don't recognize her doesn't mean that grandpa can do whatever he wants with her."

"Don't worry, I don't intend to take her life directly. I just think it's not worth it to separate our grandfather and grandson for such a woman."

Mr. Song shook his head and sighed.

After being glared at by his grandson last night, he didn't seem to care, but he was angry and aggrieved in his heart.

He felt that he was doing this for Song Jing's good, but Song Jing didn't appreciate it.

He thought deeply for a whole night and decided that instead of letting his grandson find out the scandal, it would be better for him to take the initiative to speak out. The sinister intentions of that bitch Lin Jingqing must not be allowed to succeed!
Mr. Song's unexpectedly frank attitude made Song Jing slightly surprised, and he also had a bad premonition.

He subconsciously didn't want to hear it, but he still calmly asked: "Grandpa, what happened back then?"

"The car accident that year... Well, to put it bluntly, it was just a fig leaf for our Song family."

Mr. Song shook his head and sighed: "Back then, there were so many well-matched, cheerful and capable daughters from aristocratic families, but your father looked down on him and insisted on marrying Li Rong, a woman who always pretended to be pitiful and weak. Although I am not satisfied with Li Rong, in the end I Let Li Rong come in and fulfill your father's wish."

"It's just that I never expected that a woman like Li Rong would be so dissatisfied. As the young mistress of the Song family, she actually disliked your father for not being considerate and romantic enough. She hooked up with another wild man outside and wanted to elope with him."

"That day, your dad was in a meeting at the company and suddenly received a call saying that your mother had left with a man. Your dad immediately drove away alone and chased him. I saw that he was in a state of despair. I was really worried and asked someone to follow him quickly. I thought it was still a step too late!”

Mr. Song thought of his son Song Ye, who died innocently and in vain, and his slightly cloudy eyes flashed with water.

"In order to chase her back, your father drove too fast, had an accident, and died on the spot! But that bitch was nowhere to be found and disappeared completely!"

(End of this chapter)