In the next few days, I heard that Shiran’s father and his teacher met Mr. Duan together. I don’t know what the specific conversation was about.
However, everything started slowly as planned.
On the other hand, Mrs. Song's natal villa made a huge noise.
"What are you doing?"
Mrs. Song held her chin and looked at her brother.
"Sister, you actually imprisoned me?"
Now Mrs. Song's brother just wants Mrs. Song to leave the house.
"..."
Mrs. Song calmly watched her brother get up from the ground.
"Sister, you are a member of the Song family. You gave me everything in your family. Now you can let go."
"Who is the real master?"
"Sister, how could you do this to me? I am the master now."
Mrs. Song yawned impatiently: "But you are so disobedient. You are not as obedient as Dad."
"I don't understand sister. Don't you feel uneasy if you owe them so much debt?"
"What's there to be uneasy about? The business in the west is over, and the Song family's money belongs to me as well. Now all that's left is to harvest the fruits."
Knock, knock, knock.
Mrs. Song walked towards her brother, and the sound of high heels on the ground echoed through the corridor.
"..."
Mrs. Song's brother's lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.
"My pitifully stupid brother, you just inherited your father's stupidity." Mrs. Song smiled coldly, raised her hand and slapped him on the face. "There's nothing to worry about, except your own ignorance."
After saying this, Mrs. Song touched her brother's cheek with her fingertips.
"..."
Mrs. Song's brother's face became distorted with fear and anger, his eyes widened, and he stared at her angrily.
Mrs. Song sneered.
"I will turn a blind eye to your mistake this time, do you understand?" Mrs. Song whispered in a very friendly voice: "You will follow my instructions in the future, so that you can continue. Enjoy your life as the master. Don’t forget who made you the master you are now. I can make you come up and I can let you go down.”
Mrs. Song slowly took a step back.
"No! You can't do this!"
my brother yelled.
"It's pointless resistance again." Mrs. Song sighed and looked at her brother with shrinking eyes, full of impatience. "Do you think it's useful?"
"Sister, do you think everything in the Song family belongs to you?"
"if not?"
Mrs. Song asked slowly, with a strong murderous look in her eyes.
"Obviously, my sister was kicked out during the Xicheng Project. It is obvious that Song Yanzhe seems to be a good-for-nothing person who is favored by my sister. Everything in the Song family will not fall into Song Yanzhe's hands. Song Sichen, this time for the Xicheng Project, Song Sichen is doing it all, and everyone knows that he is a very capable person, while Song Yanzhe is just a waste."
Snapped!
Like a gust of wind blowing.
Mrs. Song's hand hit her brother's face hard, with such force that she collapsed to the ground after being slapped.
The ring she was wearing scratched her brother's face, causing blood to flow instantly.
"Arrogant and rude, how dare you talk nonsense to my son."
Mrs. Song stared at her brother with fierce eyes.
Even if the person in front of her was her biological brother, there was no trace of affection in her eyes.
Too.
When bad news comes from her father, all she cares about is profit.
What is family affection?
it's wired.
Seems completely unaware.
"My husband will never hand over the Song family to Song Sichen. That despicable thing was born with a mistake. Moreover, if something like that happens..." Mrs. Song stared meaningfully and did not say that sentence. "My son will get everything from the Song family. He doesn't need to do anything. I will help him."
She suddenly chuckled.
"From now on, just do what you like like now, be obedient, like you, and listen to me."
"ah!"
The younger brother suddenly shouted.
Not a breakdown, but knowing that she was planning something.
"You... you are a terrible woman..."
"We'll see."
After saying this, Mrs. Song turned and left.
High heels made a clicking sound in the corridor.
Mrs. Song's side seemed tense, but Shi Ran's side was very festive.
Something good is happening!
"Grandpa!" A clear voice sounded throughout the whole family. "Happy birthday to you!"
The person who said this was Toki Ran.
Today is the birthday of the old man of the Shi family.
Shiran held his grandfather's arm and looked at the time. It was already past the agreed time. He pouted and said, "Dad is late."
Tokikawa doesn't look like someone who can be late for his grandfather's birthday.
Shiran was a little worried, afraid that something might happen to his father.
"Don't worry too much. Maybe you're too busy with something. It'll be here soon."
"Grandpa, let's go out."
Shiran pushed his grandfather's wheelchair outside and came to the table.
After my grandpa's last illness and coma and the surgery, his knees became much worse and he was in a wheelchair just like in his previous life. It’s not that I can’t move, I just feel pain if I stand for a long time.
Pushing grandpa to the main seat of the dining table, Shiran returned to his seat.
The twins came over pushing the dining table.
Shiran looked at what the twins pushed over and smiled.
Everything on the dining car is Shi Ran's favorite things.
Is this specially prepared for her?
It was obviously grandpa's birthday, but there was a feeling that she was the protagonist.
"Ah!" Shi Ran picked up a piece of fruit with a fork and chewed it slowly. "It should be like that. Dad is very powerful now and is indeed very busy!"
As he spoke, Tokiran moved towards the top seat.
People were crowded around Grandpa, but no one spoke to Grandpa.
Although we got together to celebrate grandpa's birthday, everyone was talking about their own things, as if they had forgotten what day it was.
"Where are you going, Tokiran?"
Chang Ping, who had just gotten up from his seat and was putting honey and milk into Toki Ran's tea, blinked and asked.
"I have something to give to Grandpa."
Shiran walked to his grandfather carrying the handbag he had prepared in advance.
"grandfather!"
But grandpa might have been lost in thought and didn't hear Shi Ran's voice.
Shiran deliberately spoke louder.
"Grandpa, happy birthday to you!"
"Thank you, my beloved granddaughter."
After grandpa finished speaking, he took Shiran's hand and pulled her to sit next to him.
"Grandpa, let's celebrate our 100th birthday in good health."
"Hehehe..."
Grandpa didn't say anything, but he laughed heartily and stroked his dyed hair.
"Shi Ran knows that grandpa doesn't like to receive gifts on his birthday, but this is different. Please accept it."
Shiran took out a red envelope from his handbag and handed it to his grandfather.
"What's this?"
"This is an open-air banquet to be held in a week. Please be sure to come, grandpa. Shiran will be very happy."
