The wife is rebellious, and the boss surrenders obediently

Chapter 100 Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger
Song Ziyang still remembers vividly what happened to him in the maple forest.

He had never been tied up and insulted by any woman, and he had always been the one to play with others.

Qin Moli was the first one to treat him like this.

That’s not all. The key point is that Song Yizhuo rushed over and beat him up again.

He hid himself away to recuperate until now.

Finally he recovered, and he saw Qin Moli again.

But when they met, she was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Qin Moli just glanced at him coldly and called out faintly: "Fifth brother, long time no see!"

Song Ziyang went with her to see Song Zhenhua. When they stood outside the study door, he moved closer to her and smelled her fragrance. "Qin Moli, I will definitely get you."

By then, make her as obedient as a dog.

"How dare you act so presumptuous in front of Grandpa?" Qin Moli smiled calmly, "Aren't you afraid of being kicked out of the Song family?"

She discovered that all the people in the Song family were of the same character: they were very persistent.

Some people are obsessed with power and will not give up until they get it.

Some people are obsessed with wealth and try every possible means to make money.

Some people are obsessed with acting and can even become movie emperors.

Some people are obsessed with women, and being beaten once is not enough.

Song Ziyang's face changed and he immediately turned into a grandson.

Qin Moli knocked on the door and went in, and Song Ziyang also came in.

Song Zhenhua is practicing calligraphy. Although he is getting older, when he holds the pen, the words he writes are still as vigorous and powerful as flying dragons and snakes.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

As she stood aside and watched, Song Ziyang immediately shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back!"

Song Zhenhua nodded to Qin Moli and ignored Song Ziyang.

He finished writing a piece of calligraphy and handed the brush to Qin Moli, "Do you know how to do it?"

"I understand a little bit." Qin Moli took it.

She rolled up her sleeves and wrote down the eight characters: "May you live as long as the Southern Mountains and be as blessed as the Eastern Sea."

Song Zhenhua nodded repeatedly, "The handwriting is very good, it seems that your mother has raised you well!"

Qin Moli didn't explain. Her father liked calligraphy and she had been practicing with her father since she was a child.

Later, her father died, and when she missed him, she would pick up a pen and write.

"Grandpa, why are seventh sister's and third brother's handwriting the same?" Song Ziyang said from the side.

Song Zhenhua took out Song Yizhuo's calligraphy and looked at it. "How is it the same?"

Qin Moli was a little nervous. She had seen Song Yizhuo practicing calligraphy before and she had learned it secretly.

But today in front of the old man, she used her own style, the handwriting belonging to the Qin family.

Song Ziyang said this on purpose. When he saw Song Zhenhua testing him, he said that he didn't understand either.

"Fifth brother, do you want to write?" Qin Moli handed him the pen.

Song Ziyang took it and wanted to step on Song Yizhuo and take his goddess away.

As a result, the characters were horrible, like chicken feet, dog crawling, and some were blurred into a ball, looking like a pile of feces.

"What a disgrace!" Song Zhenhua scolded, "Kneel down!"

Song Ziyang was so scared that his legs went limp and he dropped his pen on the table.

"Do you know where you went wrong?" Song Zhenhua put his hands behind his back, looking as majestic as the wind.

"Do I want to marry Seventh Sister?" Song Ziyang was a timid man, but at this moment, he took the risk.

Song Yizhuo found him and asked him to go back to find his grandfather.

He also knew that his grandfather would definitely want a result regarding the matter between him and Wen Xin.

During the days when he was injured, his dreams were all about this woman Qin Moli.

If he must marry Wen Xin, he also wants to make a final struggle. Can he marry Qin Moli?
Qin Moli had no idea what he was up to, and was so frightened that his face turned pale and he stared at him with wide eyes.

However, she was not like other girls of the same age who yelled and lost their temper. After hearing this, Song Zhenhua said nothing and hit the kneeling Song Ziyang with his cane.

He didn't dare to hide at first, and said stubbornly: "Grandpa, I like Seventh Sister, I want to marry her..."

Song Zhenhua hit him so hard that he crawled around the study and only after he crawled under the desk could he not be hit.

Qin Moli's palms were sweating. She wondered if Song Yizhuo would be beaten if he said he wanted to marry her in front of his grandfather.

But she knew that if Song Yizhuo was beaten, given his personality, he would definitely not avoid it.

Then, how painful it must be for him!

Song Zhenhua was also tired of beating her, so he threw away his crutches and sat on the sofa. "Qin girl is the granddaughter of our Song family. No man in the Song family can marry her. Haven't you studied law? Marrying a close relative? Song Ziyang, do you still want to piss your fourth uncle off the coffin?"

Qin Moli understood after hearing this.

The old man is really good at making a show of force to scare the tiger!

She is just a pawn of the Song family, and the marriage brings benefits to the Song family.

The Song family's empire was inherited by the men of the Song family.

He used the useless thing Song Ziyang to intimidate all the men of the Song family and let them know what he meant.

"Grandpa, I just like Seventh Sister." Song Ziyang cried out in pain, but did not forget to confess his love to her.

"Who in our Song family doesn't like Qin? She's pretty and talented!" Song Zhenhua praised her first, then changed the subject, "Besides, Qin is already engaged to Gu Zhengcheng. Aren't you afraid that Gu Zhengcheng will break your legs? And you still say that our Song family is uneducated!"

Song Ziyang could only sob in pain.

Qin Moli naturally didn't say anything, she just watched Song Zhenhua's performance quietly.

She didn't know whether Song Zhenhua had noticed anything, but she remained unchanged in the face of all changes.

"Qin girl, are you scared?" Song Zhenhua looked at her at this time.

Qin Moli just smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm fine."

Seeing how calm and collected she was, Song Zhenhua looked at her with a different eye. It would be great if she was really a descendant of the Song family.

"Your calm temperament is quite good."

"I have been in the Song family for so many years. I have received the favors and training of the Song family. I have been influenced by them and naturally became more stable."

Qin Moli's attitude is still online.

"Very good!" Song Zhenhua nodded, "You are more clear-headed than Ziyang!"

Qin Moli never thought that one day she would become a member of the control group in the Song family.

"Grandpa, I am your biological grandson!" Song Ziyang couldn't help but mutter.

"Get out!" Song Zhenhua shouted.

If he was not the biological grandson of the Song family, he would have kicked him out of the house long ago.

Song Ziyang crawled out from under the desk and ran away, crawling and rolling.

Qin Moli saw that Song Zhenhua had no intention of letting her go, "Grandpa, I'll tidy up the desk."

"Okay!" Song Zhenhua closed his eyes.

When Song Ziyang went out, Song Yizhuo also arrived.

He didn't know what was going on inside. He met Song Ziyang, who was covered in wounds.

Song Yizhuo was worried about Qin Moli, so he ignored Song Ziyang's smug smile and strode in quickly.

He thought there would be chaos and war, but he actually saw a peaceful life!

Song Zhenhua was dozing on the sofa while Qin Moli was sorting out calligraphy and paintings.

She felt the visitor's gaze on her, and when she looked up, her eyes met Song Yizhuo's.

At that moment, her heart, which had been lifted up, seemed to land again.

But soon, she calmed down her emotions, withdrew her indifferent gaze, and continued with the things at hand.

Song Yizhuo stood there, looking at her quiet and pleasant appearance. She clearly saw him, but pretended not to see him.

There is an undercurrent in the air.

But Song Yizhuo didn't care about that. He strode towards her, just wanting to know if she was okay.

(End of this chapter)