Chapter 178 My younger sister is now in charge

Shen Yu was very busy these days and it was already late at night when he came back. Fu Yun and Shen Changyuan were talking in the living room, discussing the issue of Shuang Xu's household registration.

Shen Yu walked in and looked around: "Where's Xiaojiu?"

"Go back to your room and rest." Fu Yun turned around and said, "Ayu, come here. Your father and I have something to ask you for your opinion."

Shen Yu walked to the living room and sat down: "What do you want to ask me?"

"It's still about moving Shuangxu's household registration out of the Song family."

Shen Yu naturally had no objection to this matter. To him, Shuang Xu herself did not have a deep connection with the Song family. Apart from the page of paper in the Song family's household registration book, there was nothing else.

"We discussed this yesterday," Shen Yu said. "I will do Uncle Song's work. I have an appointment with him to meet in two days. As long as he agrees, I don't mind negotiating some terms with him."

Shuang Xu is still very valuable, and the Song family will not let go of this ready-made daughter easily. If you want them to give in, you must offer them enough benefits to impress them.

It all depends on how big the Song Family Association's demands are.

"Mianzhi is easy to deal with. He still has some sense and doesn't want his reputation to be damaged. It's just that it's hard to deal with your Master Song. But that's not what I want to ask you."

After Fu Yun finished speaking, she winked at Shen Changyuan: You tell me.

Shen Changyuan also felt a little awkward: Why don’t you say it?

Fu Yun: I’m not in a position to ask about this matter.

Shen Changyuan: It’s convenient for me?

Shen Yu looked at the two people exchanging glances and said, "I'm a little tired today. Just say what you want to say."

Shen Changyuan cleared his throat: "Your mother and I want to ask you, if the Song family gives in, do you want Shuang Xu's household registration to be in our family, or to move out independently?"

In fact, there is no difference between the two for Shuang Xu. As long as she leaves the Song family, she will be free.

That piece of paper would not affect their love for Shuang Xu. After all, she was their goddaughter. It was just an additional psychological comfort.

The only thing it can affect is the relationship between Shen Yu and Shuang Xu.

If Shuang Xu's household registration is changed to the Shen family, it will mean that there will be no possibility between Shen Yu and her.

"Of course your mother and I think it would be better for you to be born in our family, so that she can be our legitimate daughter in the future. But this also depends on Shuang Xu's own thoughts. We will definitely respect her wishes first." Shen Changyuan paused for a moment when he said this.

"Your mother and I want to know, what are your plans?"

The nights in late summer and early autumn are cooler than the noisy midsummer. The lights in the living room are brightly lit. As Shen Changyuan finished his words, the air was filled with silence.

Shen Yu took out a cigarette box from his pocket, knocked out a cigarette, lowered his eyes and lit it.

They went around in circles, and what they really wanted to ask was his feelings for Shuang Xu.

He smoked in silence for a while before saying, "I'll think about it."

It was he who picked up the neglected Shuang Xu. As a brother, he loved Shuang Xu more than anyone else. If his feelings for her did not go beyond brother and sister, he would not have hesitated at all about this issue.

Fu Yun looked at his deep and incomprehensible expression and felt sorry for him. She also thought that it was her previous stubbornness that delayed their development and felt deeply regretful.

If she hadn't been framed by the so-called secular perspective and hadn't hindered them, maybe...

Seeing that she was sad again, Shen Changyuan patted her shoulder and said to Shen Yu, "There's no need to rush to make a decision. Your Master Song is a difficult hurdle. It won't be too late to make a decision when things have a result."

*

When He Tingzhou arrived at Lan Ye, Yue Zifeng's game had just begun.

Yue Zifeng was holding a glass of beer, and the first thing he said when he saw him was: "Hey, what a rare guest! How come you have time to come and treat us today?"

He Tingzhou lazily leaned on the sofa, put his two feet on the coffee table, and flirted with her half-heartedly: "I miss you, okay?"

"Don't bother me, my sister must be working overtime again and has no time to deal with you."

Zuo Zhong said: "Sister has returned home today, right?"

"I thought so."

Yue Zifeng took a sip of beer. Everyone in the room was his own. He talked about what happened at the Zheng family last time: "Song Chengren is such a jerk. He dares to push anything on my sister."

"In fact, I'm not surprised that he wants to sacrifice my sister to marry into the Zheng family. What surprises me is that the old man of the Zheng family used to look down on my sister's background, but now he is willing to sacrifice his reputation to snatch her as his grandson's wife."

"What he is trying to snatch is not his sister, but the future of several major families in Yancheng."

"My sister is now tied with the two ties of the Song family and the Shen family. It doesn't matter whether she is favored in the Song family or not. It is most suitable to use her as a pretext for marriage. On the one hand, it ties up the Song family, and on the other hand, it can pull the Shen family. Don't look at the many grievances between the two families before. As long as my sister marries Zheng Zuye, everything will be wiped out. Given how much Shen Yu values ​​her, he will spare no effort to help the Zheng family in the future for her sake."

"To put it bluntly, my sister is now very important. She can change the situation of the wealthy family circle in Yancheng by herself. The Zheng family will not fight for such a big treasure."

"Besides, even if he didn't want her in the first place, he wouldn't have handed over such a key chess piece like her to the He family."

Yue Zifeng understood all these trade-offs and calculations clearly.

What the old man said was right. A marriage between aristocratic families is a political union formed between two families in the name of a marriage contract. What is important is not who marries whom, but the resource exchange behind it.

Zuo Zhong sighed, "I usually think you're stupid, but don't you understand this?"

"You know nothing." Yue Zifeng said, "I'm just great wisdom in disguise."

The two of them chattered away analyzing the situation, while He Tingzhou sat beside them, playing with a dice, with a look of "lacking energy" written on his face.

Yue Zifeng turned around and asked him, "Have you told the commander about you and your sister?"

He Tingzhou rested his head on his temples and said nonchalantly, "He's not that important."

Yue Zifeng rolled up his sleeves in anger: "You said my sister is not important? So now is not the time for you to kill the Zheng family and steal their people..."

"He's talking about his dad!" Zuo Zhong couldn't bear it any longer and dragged him back to sit down. "I praised you too early. Your wisdom comes in waves."

Yue Zifeng sat down: "Then you are also a traitor."

He Tingzhou sneered and threw the dice into his cup: "Eat more to nourish your brain."

"What can this thing make up for?" Yue Zifeng picked up the dice, wiped them with paper, and returned them to him. "I didn't mention it before, but now it's time to mention it. The old man has already taken action, and now this is no longer a matter between you and your sister."

He Tingzhou said nothing, spinning the dice, not knowing what he was thinking.

After three rounds of drinks, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and the scoundrel Zheng Zuye came in with a group of scoundrel second-generation rich people.

"What a coincidence! I heard you guys were drinking here today too, so I came over to say hello."

Zheng Zuye came uninvited and greeted his brothers: "We are all family, find a place to sit."

Yue Zifeng said unhappily, "Are you fucking crazy? Did I let you in? Let me see who dares to sit down today."

Those second generation guys didn't dare to confront us head on, but they didn't leave either. They just stood around, looking quite annoying.

Zheng Zuye was not at all shy. He walked to the middle of the private room, sat on the armrest of Yue Zifeng's sofa, put one foot on the coffee table, and stared at He Tingzhou opposite him.

"Why didn't you bring your lover with you?"