Chapter 163 Shouldn't I have paid a visit?
Acheng is twenty-two years old. He started following Song Jingyi when he was ten, and he knows that his boss always keeps his word.
But compared to the past when I would settle scores on the spot, I always feel a bit frustrated.
"So we're just going to wait for him to come back? Letting him be so carefree now? Isn't that too merciful?" A-Cheng rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming. "He bullied that little girl so much, how about we break an arm or a leg first?"
Song Jingyi put down his wine glass. "We'll settle the score slowly. I want him to kneel before the child and I'll finish him off with a knife, one cut at a time."
"Hiss," A-Cheng poured Song Jingyi another glass of wine, "This little girl seems timid. What if you pull out a knife and scare her?"
Song Jingyi paused his wine glass at his lips, recalling the reproachful look in Shen Yanzhou's eyes when Acheng stabbed the waiter that night.
The irritability in my heart surged up again.
If the child Yan Qihang sent back then was her, then she wouldn't have turned so pale at the sight of a little blood.
He downed the ice-cold liquor in one gulp, chewed on an ice cube, and asked, "Has Chen Mo returned yet?"
“No, didn’t you tell him to go with A-Dong to follow the little girl?” A-Cheng touched his bald head. “I’m clearly the most handsome, okay? Just because they discriminate against my hairstyle, they won’t let me go. Chen Mo isn’t as handsome as me.”
Whenever we go out, the girls always swarm around me.
Song Jingyi was annoyed with him. "Adong, go with him yourself. Tell Chen Mo to come back. I have something for him to do."
"What is it? Chen Mo can do it, but I can't? I don't care, just tell me first." Acheng plopped down on the ground, acting like a rogue.
“Shen Zhiye and his wife came to my son’s one-month celebration a while ago. Now that I’m in Beijing, shouldn’t I pay them a visit? Have Chen Mo come back and prepare a gift.”
Of all his people, Chen Mo was the most reliable in handling matters.
“I can prepare gifts too, why do I need him for such a small thing?” Acheng retorted.
Song Jingyi glanced at him sideways. "What kind of gift are you planning to prepare?"
“Let me think,” Acheng said, perking up. “I’ll bring two guns to Shen Zhiye, brand new German ones; a few sets of jewelry for his wife; and for the little girl, a supercar, and two men for her.”
Then, Acheng was kicked twice and kicked out.
Having long been used to being beaten, he stood at the door, utterly puzzled.
That's right, don't men and women love these things?
Why did I get beaten up again?
Shen Zhiye was somewhat surprised when he received the call from Song Jingyi saying that he would be visiting his home in two days.
In their early years, when Song Shuchen was still in the capital, the two were young and had drunk together a few times, getting along well.
Later, Song Shuchen moved his family to Italy, and the two lost contact with each other.
We occasionally make a phone call, or when we visit each other's cities, we meet up for a drink.
A while ago he said he had his first grandson, so he took Lan Xinyan there for a visit, and also had some fun.
Song Jingyi was the eldest son of Song Shuchen.
This person is no pushover, and certainly not the kind of person who would be so polite as to visit someone's home.
"The Song family?" Yan Buyu sat at the table peeling lychees. "The family you gossiped about to me, Uncle?"
“It’s him,” Shen Zhiye said happily, taking the lychee that Yan Buyu handed him. “Good boy, you can eat it yourself.”
"Who is it? Tell me." Shen Yunqi came downstairs and sat down next to Yan Buyu.
Song Shuchen's business dealings in Beijing were shady, and it took him nearly ten years to clean up his name.
He had planned to make a name for himself in Beijing, but his youngest daughter suddenly fell ill and died, and his wife began to have mental health issues from that time on.
He simply took his family and left the place that had hurt his wife.
His eldest son, Song Jingyi, is two years older than Shen Yanzhou and is twenty-eight years old this year.
A few years ago, I took over the family business and expanded the business considerably.
Their overseas arms business is thriving.
"Ah, you mean that guy who doesn't even have a wife but has a son?" Shen Yunqi peeled a lychee and handed it to Lan Xinyan. "How did he manage that? Did he start something and then abandon it?"
“No,” Yan Buyu was very excited. This gossipy uncle had shared this with her. “His father was pressuring him to get married, so he found a surrogate.”
“You can’t be like him!” Shen Zhiye suddenly said. “Don’t learn the good things but learn these messy things. Even if you don’t get married, don’t do these things that make me and your mother angry.”
Shen Yunqi gave him a speechless look. "Old Shen, do you think I'm bored? Why would I have a child? Besides, what's legal abroad isn't legal in China. Would I, a law-abiding citizen, do something like this?"
Shen Zhiye hummed in agreement, then looked at his eldest son, "When you're all home, I'll introduce him to you. Even if you don't have any contact with him in the future, you should still know that such a person exists."
"I understand, Dad," Shen Yanzhou replied.
Looking at the three children surrounding her, Lan Xinyan sighed, "Our children are the best."
Friendly and harmonious, with sound values.
Shen Zhiye put his arm around his wife's shoulder and said, "Yeah, they're all so envious of me."
"He had a younger sister?" Shen Yunqi took a bite of the peach. "How did she die?"
“His mother wasn’t in good health when she was pregnant with his sister, and the child was born with a weak constitution.” Shen Zhiye sighed. “She was just unlucky. I met her once when she was eight years old. She was spoiled rotten by her family.”
If he were alive today, he would be an arrogant and domineering person, relying on his family background.
After Shen Zhiye finished speaking, he glanced at Yan Buyu, who was sharing fruit with his brother.
If that child survives, he'll be about the same age as his little princess.
But in the end, it's all about fate.
Song Shuchen had a daughter, but he could not enjoy the happiness of having his daughter around him.
He didn't have a daughter, but he has the best and most well-behaved baby girl in the world.
"I'm so lucky," Shen Zhiye sighed again.
Lan Xinyan frowned and slapped him, "Only old people have these kinds of idle sentiments."
"Yes, yes, yes, my wife is right." Shen Zhiye laughed.
On the day Song Jingyi came to visit, Yan Buyu also stayed at home.
They didn't come suddenly; they gave us a few days' notice. If our family wasn't home, it would be incredibly impolite.
When they went to Italy before, it was Song Jingyi who arranged and hosted them.
The appointment was for dinner, so Song Jingyi got ready early and changed into a casual suit that was appropriate for meeting elders.
It's still black.
Acheng insisted on following him before leaving, but was ruthlessly abandoned by him, because: Baldy doesn't look like a good person.
Ah Cheng stood in front of the full-length mirror for a long time, holding a bottle of wine.
Isn't this society all about looks? Why is it that when it comes to him, it's all about hairstyle?
Isn't this blatant discrimination?
They talk as if they're some kind of good people.
Especially Chen Mo, he's even worse than him, he talks so little, he won't be able to liven up the atmosphere at all.
I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.
Mingming used to always have him accompany him when he went out on business.
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