Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 81: He must have hated her
Song Ziyun did not answer directly.
After all these years, he had understood his father's thoughts very clearly.
"Dad, after all, I'm in no hurry to get married. I'll tell you as soon as I get the good news." He deliberately spoke in a face-to-face manner, leaving room for speculation.
Sure enough, Song Chunsheng was very forthright, and even expressed his satisfaction and appreciation to her, "OK, but as soon as possible. You are twenty-four years old, and the older the girl is, the less popular they are. You need to hurry."
Fang Ru was overjoyed, but she did not expect her daughter would find out the next heir of the Yan family! It could be considered giving him a long face.
Song Yueliang's ability was useless. She was pregnant before marriage, leaving a bad reputation for her.
A woman who works hard in the business district and shows her face in public can only earn income from a small real estate company.
Where can be as good as his daughter? In the future, as long as she married into the Yan family, her daughter would hold half the business empire in her hands. Song Yueliang would only admire him in his life!
The atmosphere at the dining table changed from being initially dead-end to being harmonious.
Right now, the phone rang on Song Ziyu's waist.
After he answered the phone and answered a few words, he stopped eating, got up and went out, "Yanqin asked me to drink, I left first, you guys eat slowly."
To be honest he was not interested in the conversation at the dinner table.
Anyway, regardless of whether you are going to get married or are going to get married, you have to first calculate the benefits.
As with any large family, even he himself would be sold in the future.
Very tedious.
Crown Club.
Song Ziyu parked her car and headed straight for the counter on the second floor. As he passed through the winding corridor, there was a noise in front of him.
"The whore stinks, your face lets you drink with me! How can you pretend to be alone in a place like this!"
“Poor maid dares not respect me, won't you do it?”
"Fuck, give me a drink! Ahahaha!"
The fat middle-aged man, who was drunk, held a waiter at the entrance of the booth, and poured alcohol into his mouth to humiliate him for the sake of having fun.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The waiter struggled hard, and the drink ran all over his head and body, and he panicked.
Song Ziyu was ready to go around once she turned around.
Things like this happen a lot in entertainment clubs, it's commonplace.
He glanced in that direction lightly, and when he looked back, he saw the face of the servant forced to look up.
Pale and weak, she should be beautiful and pitiful.
But his eyes were cold and unyielding, revealing a determination completely different from his appearance.
His eyes were dark and bright, like a hidden black vortex, which could attract people's attention.
"Stop."
…
Song Ziyu went to the agreed booth, five minutes later.
Yanqin sat behind a glass wall from floor to ceiling, fully witnessing the scene of her hero saving beauty.
On the entire deck, he was the only one who was there, looking empty and desolate.
Were it not for the music blaring from below, the atmosphere of this booth would not have been like being in an entertainment venue at all.
“Aqin, why are you the only one here?” Song Ziyu was sensitive to weirdness, and half jokingly said something after sitting down, but she raised it in her heart.
The man across was wearing black and black pants, sitting on a large sofa, with half of his body submerged in the shadows, emitting a cold aura all over his body.
In the swirling light and shadow, the man raised his head slightly, and a cold light emerged from the golden-framed mirror frame at the base of his nose.
“Zi Yu, how long have we known each other?” Yan Qin asked.
At the low table between the two of them, there was a foreign wine with a high concentration. Song Ziyu took out a glass of wine and poured a full glass, then drank it with her head raised.
"Ten years of friends, I think we should say everything between us, enough to entrust trust." Yanqin's face half glowed, and all the emotions seemed to be buried under the swirling light and shadow, “But until now, you, you didn't tell the truth, what happened back then, I don't know?”
Song Ziyu was stupid, and after a while, she reached out and wiped her face, "Young Master Qin, I apologize to you in this matter."
In fact, upon receiving Yanqin's call, she vaguely guessed the purpose of Yanqin asking her out.
As a brother, it was indeed his fault that he hid the incident from Yanqin back then.
“We've been brothers for many years, maybe only I know how much you liked Song Yueliang back then.”
“You want to be with her, and to be able to marry her, I have seen all the struggles you have with your family.”
"So I found out that she was pregnant. I really don't know how to tell you about it. Do you want me to tell you in person that the person you like so much has betrayed you?"
Moreover, the family placed great importance on marriage with the Yan family, so when her father forced Song Yueliang to kill the child, she did not stop him, and was even secretly happy.
Maybe the kid is gone. From then on, as long as everyone didn't mention it, they could pretend that it never happened.
When the two families managed to get married, the Song family would be happy, and Yanqin would be happy. Isn't that the best of both worlds?
It was just that he had not expected Song Yueliang to be so stupid that he would rather die than marry into the Yan family, and from then on, he had considered the Song and Yanqin families as enemies.
She did not understand, what harm was it in marrying into the Yan family?
Yanqin was handsome, rich and capable, no matter how many people asked to marry, they could not get it!
“You guys, how did you force it?” Under the shadow of the sofa, the man opened his lips, his voice low and hoarse.
Song Ziyu turned her head, and for a moment, she saw the man's eyes behind the lens, which were so cold and hard that her heart was pounding.
"Young Master Qin..."
"Song Ziyu, while I still think of you as a friend, you better tell me the truth, otherwise my friendship with you and the Song family will end." Yan Qin leaned forward, expressionless, but a domineering aura followed his movements, tyranny pressed forward, "You know, my methods have never been gentle."
"Graze!" Song Ziyu stroked her hair firmly, and said angrily, "I'll tell you everything, let's do it!"
It was late at night when we left the clubhouse.
Street lights and fluorescent lights are still there, but the streets are deserted.
Yanqin sat in the car, told the driver her address, and leaned back in the seat to look out the window.
This is the chair she sat in when we met last time.
Just then, he was looking out the window like this, so he could not see his expression.
At that moment, was his heart as heavy and cold as his heart now?
I'm afraid there's more to it than that.
He should have hated her so much.
If not for her getting married, she would not have suffered that pain at all.
“Young Master Qin, do you want to stop here?” The driver in front asked carefully.
This is an ordinary low-rise residential area. There is a path between the building and the flower bed.
But that's it, no garage, a bunch of bikes, motorbikes and even small cars can only be parked next to each other next to the flower garden.
From the driver's point of view, a place like this did not meet Qin Shao's status.
Yanqin regained consciousness, looked out, and hummed, "You can go home from work, I'll drive the car back myself."
The driver hurriedly got out of the car and left, and only looked back when he was already far away.
The black car was parked on the side of the road, and the man had already gotten out of the car. His tall and tall figure was leaning on the front of the car, silently and motionless.
Under the night, only the red light between the man's fingers flickered.
Right now, the occupants of the building were already asleep, and there was darkness everywhere, and they had no idea what Qin Shao was doing here.