The morning light sprinkled on the original wood color floor. Tiny dust particles danced with the light and shadow. The bed, which was only half covered by the sunlight, was bulged up and down slightly.
I don't know how long it was before a soft humming sound came from under the quilt. The messy black hair first came out from under the quilt, and then the young man's face, which was flushed due to lack of air circulation, was revealed. His long curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and his quietly closed eyes struggled to open a little, but were closed by the light. He stretched out his slender fingers to rub his eyes before they were completely open.
Song Xuanhe raised his hand to his forehead to block out the unobstructed light. As his consciousness gradually became clear, the memories of last night were like fragments, which were pieced together in a mess and then came back bit by bit.
He lazily reviewed the past, from the time Xiao Yuanmu asked him about the Song family on the way home to the time Xiao Yuanmu asked him why he pursued him after he returned home, his answers seemed to be correct.
Xiao Yuanmu really became suspicious of him and even took advantage of him being drunk to ask him why he didn't sleep with him. What did he answer?
Song Xuanhe thought about it blankly for a while, and dug out that scene from his memory - Oh, he asked Xiao Yuanmu why they wanted to sleep together.
The expression of Xiao Yuanmu that almost collapsed after hearing his answer appeared in his mind, and Song Xuanhe couldn't help laughing out loud. He had never seen such a wonderful expression on Xiao Yuanmu's face.
What did he say later? Xiao Yuanmu must be so angry!
Song Xuanhe continued to recall with great pride. Sure enough, Xiao Yuanmu pushed him away in anger. Then, he grabbed Xiao Yuanmu and called him - Dad?
dad?
He calls Xiao Yuanmu dad?
The smirk on Song Xuanhe's face froze, and he sat up abruptly, clutching the pillow beside him. His eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness to believe. However, the heat on his back did not go as his owner wished, and extended from his neck to behind his ears. He turned red with a mixture of shame and anger.
Not sure whether he was holding on to the last glimmer of hope or had already despaired, Song Xuanhe covered his head with the pillow and said in a nervous voice: [Ergou, check whether people will have confused memories when they are drunk, or even fabricate memories that are completely inconsistent with the facts. 】
[My memory may be confused, but I will not fabricate it.] 】The system answered quickly, and then said sympathetically: 【You really called the boss daddy yesterday, and you cried and called him daddy while asking him not to leave. Your memory is not wrong. 】
The scene at that time reappeared in Song Xuanhe's mind, completely crushing his last hope. He lay on the bed expressionlessly, thinking about how to face Xiao Yuanmu later.
[By the way, you also mentioned your mother in your words, and asked them not to abandon you. I hope Xiao Yuanmu won’t doubt anything because of this. 】
Song Xuanhe threw the pillow and turned over. He was so shocked that his tone was flat: [No, the original owner's parents separated when he was six years old. At that time, the original owner's mother returned to her parents' home. Song Guochao never cared about the original owner and directly threw him to his grandfather to take care of him. Xiao Yuanmu would not think too much about it as long as he found out about this. 】
The system breathed a sigh of relief and said: [That’s good, but even if Xiao Yuanmu has doubts, he can’t find anything. 】
Song Xuanhe snorted lazily. Thinking that he would see Xiao Yuanmu later, he didn't want to say another word.
The system is very confused: [My data tells me that you are very unhappy now, why? 】
Seeing that Song Xuanhe did not answer, the system analyzed Song Xuanhe's reaction just now and asked: [Because you called Xiao Yuanmu dad? 】
[What's there to be unhappy about? It's just a name, right? I call you big brother too. 】
Song Xuanhe's eyelids twitched, he rolled his eyes at the air and said: [Can big brother be the same as dad? Don't talk to me, I'm upset now. 】
Young Master Song rarely loses his temper, but once he does, almost no one can calm him down.
But the system did it: [My data tells me that the reason you are unhappy is that you don't want to see Xiao Yuanmu. In this case, you don't have to see him. Anyway, there is no plot that you need to carry out in this month, and the system will not force you to stay with him. 】
Song Xuanhe sat up almost instantly, his eyes sparkling as he swept away his previous decadence. In his excitement, he even forgot to speak in his mind and asked directly: "Really!?"
【certainly. 】The system said: [As far as I know, the next plot that requires you to appear will be in thirty-five days. During this period, you don’t have to see Xiao Yuanmu. 】
One month is enough for him to erase the memory of calling Xiao Yuanmu dad!
Moreover, this is the first time since he came to this world that he can do whatever he wants easily!
Song Xuanhe quickly got out of bed, tidied himself up casually and picked up the car keys. With the help of the system, he drove directly back to the old house without disturbing Xiao Yuanmu who was in the study.
When he heard the sound of the door closing, Xiao Yuanmu paused typing on the keyboard before continuing to reply to the email.
Song Xuanhe got out of the car humming a song in a very good mood. Just as he walked into the garden, he saw the old lady from the Song family coming over. After seeing him, her solemn expression softened a little, and then before he could speak, she immediately made a gesture to stop him from speaking.
"What's wrong?" Song Xuanhe leaned over and asked in a low voice.
Auntie patted his shoulder carefully and said in a low voice, "The woman that Mr. Song kept outside came to the door, and the old man got angry. Young master, you'd better leave quickly, otherwise the old man will vent his anger on you again."
The aunt's low voice was full of pity and concern, but Song Xuanhe's eyes lit up. He almost forgot that Liu Xu had sent the photos to the Song family. This was a good show, and it was directed by him. How could he not go and see it!
"Aunt Zhao, don't worry, I'll be fine." Song Xuanhe suppressed the gloating smile in his eyes and whispered before Aunt Zhao: "I can't not show up for such a big thing at home, and I'm worried about Mom being alone."
Seeing Song Xuan's clear and bright eyes, Aunt Zhao sighed, what a good child! No matter how willful he is, he always thinks about his family. If it weren't for the incident between the gentleman and the mistress, the young master would have been so sensible.
Song Xuanhe had a good impression of this kind-hearted old aunt. Seeing that she was still worried, he softened his voice and said a few more words before Aunt Zhao felt at ease to let him in.
But before he went in, he gave a few more warnings: "Young Master, please don't contradict Mr. Song like you did before. He is not in the right in the current situation, but if you step forward and speak, he will find the reason."
Having spent most of her life in the Song family, Aunt Zhao naturally knew the personalities of the various owners of the Song residence very well. Moreover, how could someone who could gain the respect of several owners of the Song family not have some wisdom? She was afraid that Song Xuan and his young age would be used as a target to divert conflicts, so she couldn't help but give him a few reminders.
Song Xuanhe naturally thanked him obediently, which made Aunt Zhao, who already felt a little sympathetic towards him, even more softened her heart, but she could only watch him enter the door.
The Song family's house is very large. From the entrance to the living room, one has to pass through a sunken courtyard-style sunroom. Only after passing through the sunroom, which is quaint and full of greenery and floral fragrance, can one see the large living room with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides and sunlight pouring in.
When Song Xuanhe came in, the living room became quiet for a moment.
Before Song Yansong at the top could speak, Song Guochao frowned first and said impatiently, "What are you doing back here?"
Song Xuanhe did not answer him, but instead fixed his eyes on the woman who was silently crying beside him, and turned to ask Song Yansong: "Grandfather, do we have guests at home?"
Hearing this, Song Guochao's expression changed slightly.
"Isn't it?" Song Xuanhe looked at the woman curiously, with a blank and innocent expression: "But I don't think I have seen this aunt before. Could this be my aunt who has been abroad? She hasn't been back for so long and is so happy to see mom that she cried excitedly?"
After Song Xuanhe finished speaking, the atmosphere in the whole living room became even more stagnant. Song Guochao opened and closed his mouth, and he just wanted to run over and cover Song Xuanhe's mouth.
Finally, Song Yansong spoke up: "This is not your aunt. How can such a woman be compared with your aunt? Never say that in the future."
Song Xuanhe blinked, and he repeated Song Yansong's words meaningfully, with a kind and puzzled expression: "What kind of woman is this? If she is not my aunt, then who is she?"
"Guochao..." The woman who had been crying secretly raised her head with a sob. There were traces of tears on her fair skin, but it did not affect her appearance at all. Instead, it made her pure and beautiful face, which still exuded a hint of innocence, even more outstanding. The beauty shedding tears only made people's hearts suddenly ache.
Song Guochao felt distressed, turned around and glared at Song Xuanhe, angrily scolding: "Uneducated thing! Who taught you to talk about elders in this tone?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned by his reprimand, turned to look at Song Yansong, seemed a little hurt, but more confused.
"Asshole!" Song Yansong picked up the vase on the table and threw it at Song Guochao without mercy: "I think you are the one with no manners, kick this woman out immediately, if she sets foot in my Song family again, you will never enter my Song family again!"
Song Guochao was hit on the forehead by the vase that was thrown at him. Blood immediately flowed down, shocking the woman who was crying just now and her eyes widened. She reached out to cover his head in panic, and her trembling voice was full of heartache and worry: "Guochao, are you okay, Guochao!"
"Butler." Song Yansong said with a gloomy face, "Kick that woman out for me."
"Dad!" Song Guochao turned around and said, ignoring his bleeding forehead, "Xiu Ya is the woman who has been with me for most of my life! How can you insult her like this in front of a group of young people? If you kick her out like this, how will she live in the future?"
Before Song Yansong could say anything, Song Xuanhe's expression changed. He looked at Song Guochao and the woman in his arms in amazement. His eyes instantly turned red. He couldn't believe it and said sadly, "This is actually the mistress that Dad has outside?"
"A mistress actually entered our Song family openly?" Song Xuanhe turned to look at Song Yansong, his red eyes making people feel pity: "Grandpa..."
Song Xuanhe lowered his head. The arrogant young man outside finally had all his tough disguise shattered. His shoulders were shaking slightly, as if he was suppressing the grief and anger brought about by this unacceptable blow.
Song Yansong has always been partial to Song Xuan and his little grandson whom he has been raising for a year. Even though the grandson has become more and more arrogant in recent years, he has always protected him so that he has the confidence to confront Song Guochao. Seeing him so sad at this time, the usually cold and hard old man couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
His already gloomy face became even gloomier, and the look he gave Song Guochao became even colder: "You are getting more and more confused as you grow older. You actually brought such a thing to your house and hurt your wife and son's hearts. Song Guochao, I order you to take this woman away immediately, and don't go to the company for this month. Just stay at home and reflect on your mistakes!"
Reflect on your mistakes behind closed doors? Asking him, a man only fifty, to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors? Song Guochao widened his eyes in disbelief. Moreover, if he didn't go to the company for a month, his position as general manager might be replaced in a month.
"I'm leaving!" The crying woman let go of Song Guochao. She fell to the ground and knelt down in front of Song Yansong and said, "Mr. Song, please don't punish Guochao. I didn't recognize my identity and disturbed Mrs. Song. I will never do this again. Please don't punish him. He is so old and can't stand being pointed at by others! If you are unhappy, vent it on me!"
"Xiu Ya!" Song Guochao was moved and sad, and instantly remembered that when his family forced him to marry, it was the woman in front of him who voluntarily sacrificed herself for him and became his underground lover. He didn't expect that at this time, it was this woman who stood up and pleaded for him.
"Father." Song Guochao also knelt down, crying like a weeping old man. He said sadly, "From the beginning to the end, I only loved Xiu Ya! You forced me to marry Li Nian'an for the sake of the family. I'm already married. Li Nian'an has always been Mrs. Song, and Xiu Ya has never resented her. Now I just want to spend the rest of my life with the person I love. I just want her to be more generous and accept Xiu Ya's existence. Isn't this okay?"
Hearing Song Guochao's shameless words, Song Xuanhe almost laughed out loud.
Not only Song Xuanhe, but everyone present was shocked by Song Guochao's shamelessness, except Zhang Xiuya who looked very touched.
"Okay." Mrs. Song, who had been sitting aside with a cold face, finally spoke. From Zhang Xiuya's begging to Song Guochao's confession of love, the expression on her face had not changed. Even now, her slightly drooped eyes and slow, pleasant voice revealed dignity and disdain: "I will take the initiative to abdicate and not be a stumbling block between you and your first love. I will give her the title of Mrs. Song. What do you think?"
Zhang Xiuyan's eyes lit up, but Song Guochao spoke almost at the same time as Song Yansong: "Absolutely not!"
Seeing that Song Guochao was not that stupid, Song Yansong felt relieved. He turned to look at Mrs. Song and said slowly, "Nian'an, this is not the time to lose your temper. Guochao did go too far. Dad will teach him a lesson for you. This woman will never be able to enter our Song family. Don't worry about that."
Song Guochao also nodded repeatedly at this time and said, "I just want to be with Xiu Ya, and I didn't say I want to divorce you."
Li Nian'an sneered, stood up and walked to Song Guochao, looking down at Zhang Xiuya's tear-stained face, and said, "I was thinking of turning a blind eye to it. After all, every man has a few playthings. It's not impossible for me to turn a blind eye. But since she has come to you, and you also said that I am taking advantage of her, then shouldn't I, the one who is occupying her nest, have to move out of my position?"
Song Guochao was choked by her cold and disdainful tone and his face turned red. Zhang Xiuya next to him gritted her teeth but could only sob with her head down.
Instead, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had not had much contact with the original owner's mother before. In his memory, she doted on the original owner without principles in order to make up for abandoning the original owner when he was a child. He really didn't expect to see such a domineering side of her.
Li Nian'an glanced at Zhang Xiuya's lowered head, walked past them to Song Xuanhe, and seeing that he was still lowering his head and unwilling to accept it, he softened his voice out of pity: "Xuanhe, don't be sad, go sit over there with your mother."
Song Xuanhe raised his head. After seeing his red eyes, Li Nian'an spoke softer, "Don't worry about Mom. Mom is fine."
As she spoke, she pulled Song Xuanhe over the kneeling Song Guochao and Zhang Xiuya and sat down next to Song Xuanlin.
Song Yansong glared at Song Guochao coldly. Seeing him kneeling there without saying a word, he could not help but feel even more disappointed in him. He could only speak out to comfort his daughter-in-law: "Nian'an, listen to Dad. This woman is just a thing that is not worthy of being on the stage. You are lowering your status by arguing with her. Why bother? Dad will definitely handle this matter to your satisfaction."
Li Nian'an grabbed Song Xuanhe's hand and answered Song Yansong's words with a much more respectful tone: "Dad, I don't care about Song Guochao finding women outside. I also know that this is a common thing in the circle, but I am the only one who is forced to come to my house by a mistress! If this matter is not handled well, how can I have the face to attend the banquet in the future? How will others view my son? How will they view the Li family? More broadly, if this matter gets out, how will they view the Song family."
Li Nian'an's eyes also turned red. "I have been enduring for the sake of this family, for the sake of the Song family. I know that once we divorce, it will mean the separation of the Li and Song families, which will cause turmoil in the stock market. So I have been enduring for the sake of this family and my two children."
"But!" Li Nian'an looked at Song Guochao and Zhang Xiuya with a pair of cold eyes: "But everything I worked so hard for has been destroyed by them! My son will be criticized in the future, and the Song family will be plagued by scandals! Since the result is like this, I don't want to struggle anymore. Dad, I'm tired too..."
Song Yansong's face was gloomy at first because of the hidden threat in the first half of Li Nian'an's words, but when he heard the second half of her words with a tearful tone, he felt a little guilty. No matter what, it was indeed their Song family who was sorry for Li Nian'an.
Because of this, he couldn't let Li Nian'an really divorce Song Guochao!
Putting aside the scandal that might break out at that time, he has a very good relationship with Li Nian'an, and marrying the younger sister of one of the eight great chaebols will never let it go!
"Dad knows you've been wronged." Song Yansong's expression softened, and the fatigue on his face also leaked out. The vigorous old man seemed to have aged ten years at this moment. He said hoarsely: "But even if Dad begs you, just give Dad a chance this time. Dad will definitely handle this matter cleanly and make you satisfied."
Seeing that Li Nian'an remained silent, Song Yansong continued, "Dad knows that saying this is embarrassing for you, but you also know that this matter is very serious. The Song family can't withstand too much of a blow, Song Guochao is not up to the task, Xuanhe and Xuanlin still need time to grow up, and Dad is also struggling to support them, just waiting for them to grow up!"
After Song Yansong finished speaking, Song Xuanlin, who had been frowning all the time, had red eyes. "Grandpa..."
Song Xuanhe noticed Song Yansong's gaze and cursed him inwardly as an old fox, but still raised his head cooperatively and looked at him with a moved expression. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't shout out.
Silence is better than words at this time.
Song Yansong felt more confident after seeing the reactions of his two grandsons. When he looked at Li Nian'an's expression, he found that she had indeed calmed down a lot.
Although Li Nian'an felt sorry for her son, she was not going to let it go. She pursed her lips and said, "Dad, I know the seriousness of the matter. But when Song Guochao brought Zhang Xiuya in just now, not only my family saw it, but outsiders were waiting to see our family make a fool of themselves. If Zhang Xiuya can't handle it properly, how can I face people in the future! How can I explain to my parents who care about me!"
Song Yansong's expression changed. Li Nian'an's last sentence was to remind them that she was not someone who could be fooled or manipulated. Behind her stood the Li family and her own sister who joined one of the eight major chaebols.
Song Guochao, who had been silent all this time, also came to his senses. Although he wanted to be with Zhang Xiuya, he was unwilling to bear the pressure from the Li family for her, and he was even more unwilling to offend Li Nian'an's sister who had married into a chaebol family!
He loved Zhang Xiuya, and he knew that she had suffered injustices and how difficult it was for her to hide behind others and be with him. However, when he thought that she might be excluded from the upper circle in the future, lose her position in the Song Group, and never be able to raise her head in front of people again, these grievances and difficulties of Zhang Xiuya were not so important.
What's more, he has given Zhang Xiu Ya a comfortable life over the years. If he has nothing now, then wouldn't Zhang Xiu Ya also have nothing by then!
Xiu Ya has always been gentle and considerate, she will definitely forgive him.
Song Guochao comforted himself, but when he thought of his possible tragic end, he was so frightened that he quickly called out, "Father!"
"I was wrong!" Song Guochao ignored his bleeding forehead, pushed Zhang Xiuya away, and said with a guilty look, "I was confused just now. I never thought of divorcing Nian'an! And I will never divorce Nian'an! I didn't even know Zhang Xiuya came to my house! You just saw how surprised I was when I got out of the car and saw her. I never thought of letting her appear in front of Nian'an!"
Song Yansong snorted coldly and said, "Are you talking to me?"
Song Guochao was stunned, and quickly turned to look at Li Nian'an, saying: "Nian'an, I know I was wrong. How could Zhang Xiuya compare to you? She was too greedy and came to me crying and begging me, so I softened my heart. If you are angry, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't divorce me."
Li Nian'an glanced at the pale-faced Zhang Xiuya sarcastically, curled his lips and sneered, "Then you don't mind if I deal with your first love as I please?"
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