Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 45 The elders talk, but the younger generation interrupts!

Song Zhiren's face was gloomy when he was asked, how could he, who was so scheming, fail to understand Song Qiyan's implication?
Song Qiyan didn't seem to notice his sudden change of expression, sat down on the only vacant seat at the main table, picked up a glass of untouched water and took a sip slowly, speaking in a slow and calm tone.

"When my father reorganized the Lan family back then, there was a big change of blood. If the Song family fell into the hands of outsiders today, will all the uncles present here still be able to sit here to participate in father's birthday next year?"

Song Qiyan's warning words made several high-level members of the Song family look very different, and there were flickers in their expressions.

As long as their determination to support Su Hengfeng begins to waver, this is enough!
Song Qiyan's downcast eyes flashed a sharp and cold light, and he put the water glass back on the table in a leisurely manner.

Contrary to his leisurely self-satisfaction, Song Ranqin couldn't hold back any longer, and yelled at the table: "Dad, listen to what he said!"

Song Zhiren's face was pale and white, he clenched his hand on crutches tightly, and just stared at Song Qiyan with his mouth pursed.

And Song Ranqin's ear-piercing voice continued: "What is an outsider? Hengfeng is my son, my father's grandson, with half of my father's blood on him. Could it be that he is helping my grandfather take care of the Song family?" Is there something wrong too?"

"This." Song Qiyan paused, and soon smiled: "I appreciate your kindness for my father. Now that I am back, I will naturally help my father share the burden. What do you think, father?"

Song Qiyan looked at Song Zhiren symbolically: "Or do you also think that I am not capable of helping you manage the enterprise, and you need to take back the water that was thrown out?"

Song Zhiren frowned, and was forced by Song Qiyan to step back, especially in front of so many people!

"My God, my God... what are you talking about, do you want to drive us all out?"

Song Ranqin was so angry that she clutched her temples and swayed. Su Hengfeng quickly supported her, seeing her mother being incoherently agitated by this man who appeared suddenly, she pursed her thin lips and frowned.

"No matter what purpose you are here tonight, please pay attention to your words!"

Song Qiyan looked down at his neatly manicured nails, then raised his head to look at Su Hengfeng, squinting his eyes involuntarily: "According to what your mother said just now, you should call me uncle, right?"

Forced to be lowered for a generation, the expression on Su Hengfeng's face also changed indefinitely.

Looking at Su Hengfeng's stiff face, Song Qiyan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his hands and sneered in the corner of his mouth: "Isn't it rude for you, a junior, to interrupt when the elders are talking?"

Su Hengfeng was speechless by Song Qiyan's venomous rhetorical question, and just stared at Song Qiyan coldly.

"Puchi!" An uncontrollable laugh sounded from the corner.

Before everyone could look for it, Yin Li raised his hand consciously, apologizing in a perfunctory manner: "I accidentally lost my breath, you go on, go on!"

Jin Ziqi raised his eyebrows and crossed his eyes at Yin Li who had a playful face, but in the blink of an eye, he met Su Hengfeng's gaze.

Just looking at each other for a moment, Jin Ziqi quietly averted his gaze.

She even felt that Su Hengfeng's gaze was still on her face.

But she just looked down at the exquisitely crafted desserts in front of her with her eyes lowered and the corners of her lips curled up, calmly staying out of the way.

The audience was silent and the atmosphere was tense, but Jin Zhaodong suddenly got up and bid farewell tactfully: "Mr. Song, today is a big day for your father and son to meet each other. You must have a lot to say. We outsiders will not disturb the situation here. Another day Be sure to invite Mr. Song to have a good drink."

Jin Zhaodong had spoken out the aspirations of all the old fried dough sticks present, and no one wanted to take this muddy water again.

Sometimes hearing about the grievances of wealthy families and listening to them on the spot are completely different things.

Song Zhiren's face made it clear that he didn't want to deal with family affairs in front of outsiders, otherwise why didn't he speak up?
So when Jin Zhaodong opened his mouth like this, Song Zhiren answered immediately, nodded and said politely: "Then everyone go back and have a good rest, please forgive me for the poor hospitality!"

"Song Weng is too modest!"

"Then let's say goodbye!"

During the exchange of pleasantries in twos and threes, Jin Ziqi also got up and followed the guests out of the venue. When he walked out the door, he couldn't help but slow down and look at Song Qiyan who was still sitting there.

As if in agreement, Song Qiyan also happened to turn his head to look over, and met Jin Ziqi with worried eyes, the already deep and unfathomable eyes became even deeper.

Jin Ziqi hurriedly turned her eyes away, and walked out of the banquet hall without stopping any longer. She vaguely heard Song Zhiren's sigh full of vicissitudes: "Are you blaming me?"

"Why should I blame you? After my grandfather and I were killed at sea, if you hadn't been working hard to take care of Lan's, it is unknown whether I would still have the opportunity to see Lan's building."

She heard Song Qiyan's casual answer, and when she turned her head, she saw only a slowly closing door, which cut off all the scenes in the banquet hall.

When Jin Ziqi returned to the room, he had a slight headache, and quickly took medicine from the suitcase before he got better.

In a car accident four years ago, she suffered severe head injuries, lost her memory, and suffered from occasional headaches.

Leaning against the head of the bed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples, he was about to fall asleep drowsily.

After an unknown amount of time, the doorbell of the room rang, and Jin Ziqi went to open the door.It's Jin Zhaodong.

"Why is your face so ugly? Do you want to invite the private doctor on the cruise ship to come and take a look?"

Jin Ziqi shook his head lightly, poured a glass of warm water for Jin Zhaodong: "I'm just a little tired, I don't want to bother the doctor."

Looking at Jin Ziqi's slightly pale face, Jin Zhaodong seemed uneasy: "The doctor happened to be nearby to diagnose your Aunt Qin, and it wouldn't take much effort to come here."

Jin Ziqi's movement of pouring water froze, and he looked at Jin Zhaodong in surprise: "Didn't Aunt Qin be fine just now?"

"You also said it was just now." Jin Zhaodong sighed, and glanced at Jin Ziqi who was holding the water glass: "After we left, there seemed to be a row in the banquet hall. Your aunt Qin was carried out by the waiter."

Passed out with anger?Jin Ziqi raised his eyebrows curiously, but didn't really ask.

She took a sip of water, to clear away the bitterness in her mouth.

Jin Zhaodong tapped his fingers on the table, pondered for a while, and then looked at Jin Ziqi and said, "How long have you known Song Qiyan?"

"Not long, probably the time shown on the information you got."

Jin Zhaodong probably came out at night to verify the truth because he had learned about what happened between her and Song Qiyan.

It is better to tell the truth directly than to hide it.

(End of this chapter)