Song Xuanhe pressed the elevator door open button and calmly looked at Song Guochao who was approaching aggressively.
Song Guochao, who had been trying to suppress his anger with reason, suddenly became angry after seeing Song Xuan's almost provocative expression, and was almost about to break through his reason.
After all, having a grassland above your head used as a horse farm by strangers is completely different from having your own horses running on the grassland.
In the eyes of a male chauvinist like Song Guochao, even if Liu Xu was not his, she was once his property. So when he found out that he was forced to transfer 20% of his shares because of a small trick, he was so angry that he just ordered her to be hidden away to teach her a lesson. He never thought that she could be with other men.
What's more, that other man was his son.
However, even though he was so angry that his face turned the color of pig liver, Song Guochao still retained a trace of rationality. After all, he still wanted to save face. So when he noticed the vague gaze of a certain senior executive passing by, he gritted his teeth and said to Song Xuanhe: "Come with me to my office."
Song Xuanhe came out and brushed back her hair, which had not been taken care of that morning. Under her smooth forehead, her eyebrows and eyes showed some doubt: "Why?"
"Asshole!" Seeing Song Xuan's attitude of not respecting him at all and not caring about him at all, Song Guochao suddenly raised his voice. After noticing the surrounding eyes, he lowered it again, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat: "Don't you know what you did?"
"I don't know." Song Xuanhe's innocent eyes drooped in confusion: "I have not been late or left early during this period, and I have not made any mistakes at work. What did I do?"
After Song Xuanhe finished speaking, his innocent expression changed slightly, and his brows wrinkled a little. He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened slightly.
For some reason, Song Guochao had a bad feeling in his heart and subconsciously wanted to stop Song Xuanhe from talking.
However, before he could even open his mouth, Song Xuanhe suddenly realized, "Could it be because I attended the movie premiere yesterday and ended up in the entertainment news?"
The corners of Song Guochao's mouth twitched, and he immediately wanted to open his mouth to interrupt Song Xuanhe.
But Song Xuanhe didn't give him any chance at all. His innocent expression remained unchanged, but his eyes showed some recklessness and carelessness: "There was indeed a female celebrity who pestered me yesterday. I didn't want to pay attention to her, but she kept pulling me. I don't know what her purpose was. But I immediately pushed her away and left. I don't know how it happened and it was on the news this morning."
Hearing that Song Xuanhe belittled the woman he kept outside and even mocked that he would not accept Liu Xu even if she was willing to pay him, Song Guochao was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Unexpectedly, Song Xuanhe continued before she finished speaking: "Don't worry, I have a boyfriend and I won't mess around with a woman of unknown origin. After all, no matter how bad I am, I still have some principles. I won't do those shady things before we break up."
After saying that, Song Xuanhe smiled innocently and said meaningfully, "Boss Song, isn't that right?"
Can Song Guochao say no?
His face turned blue with anger, his cheeks were clenched hard, but he didn't say a word.
Song Xuanhe seemed to suddenly remember that Song Guochao had something to talk to him about, so he asked, "By the way, Mr. Song, what did you talk to me about just now?"
Staring at this face that looked somewhat similar to him, Song Guochao took a deep breath, and the angry words that were brewing on his lips for a long time finally swallowed them, gritted his teeth and said: "I'm ready..."
Song Xuanlin, who arrived late, interrupted Song Guochao. He was tall and had long legs. He walked over to the two of them in a short while, standing right between them, with his usual steady expression on his face: "Boss Song, Director Song just called and said he will be at the company in half an hour. You will hold this month's quarterly meeting, but Boss Zhang from the Finance Department suddenly asked for leave for an emergency, and the financial statements have also been submitted. You may need to share the responsibility later."
Song Guochao's anger was instantly dampened by the sudden urgency. He had prepared for this quarterly meeting for a long time, just wanting to make a comeback. All the PPTs and presentation documents were ready. At this time, something suddenly happened in the Finance Department, so he naturally needed to rearrange it. He didn't even have the mood to look for Song Xuan or cause trouble, so he turned around and walked towards the office.
The assistant who called Song Xuanlin breathed a sigh of relief. He winked at Song Xuanhe, showing an expression of relief for escaping a disaster, and pointed at Song Xuanlin and gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he was very capable.
Not long after Song Guochao arrived, the assistant slipped away to find Song Xuanlin for help. Naturally, he didn't know that Song Guochao had already been dealt with by Song Xuanhe. At this time, he winked at Song Xuanhe and made expressions. Song Xuanhe didn't think anything of it, but the person who watched the whole process in a hidden corner nearby curled his lips in amusement.
He had already understood how eloquent the legendary hot-tempered Young Master Song was, but when he saw his innocent-looking yet wanton eyes again, he couldn't help but chuckle silently a few times, with an innate ruffian spirit and strong interest hidden in the corners of his eyes.
Song Xuanhe and Song Xuanlin didn't notice that there were other people here. After Song Guochao left, they went to the president's office together.
The president's office is very large, and the super-high-rise curved floor-to-ceiling windows offer almost full views of the city, providing a very wide field of vision. However, Song Xuanhe, who was sitting in the meeting area by the window, glanced away without much interest and looked away.
While Song Xuanlin was making tea, he was also secretly paying attention to his younger brother, whom he had not paid attention to for a long time. After seeing the sad expression in his eyes when he glanced across the office, he said, "Grandfather was angry this morning. Have you thought of a solution?"
"Why are you angry?" Song Xuanhe asked knowingly.
In fact, while Song Xuanlin was looking at Song Xuanhe, Song Xuanhe, who was leaning on the sofa, was also looking at Song Xuanlin.
Since Song Xuanhe traveled through time until now, even during the time he lived in the Song residence, he had dealt with Song Xuanlin very few times. Compared with other people in the Song family, he was not very familiar with Song Xuanlin.
Every time I saw him, he looked calm and behaved steadily, and this time was no exception. Even something young people rarely do, such as making tea, he did it very methodically and seemed to be immersed in it, almost the same as in the rumors and the original owner's memory.
Song Xuanlin and the original owner whose middle school period was extended are two extremes. If the original owner's growth trajectory is a template for a bad child, then Song Xuanlin is a template for a good child. He had excellent grades and was well-behaved and sensible when he was a child. When he grew up, he became mature and steady and followed the rules. Even Song Guochao, who didn't like Li Nian'an and her child, was rarely kind to him.
However, Song Xuanlin has always been indifferent to both the original owner's younger brother and Song Guochao, his father. No one expected that he would stand up and speak this time.
Song Xuanhe pretended to be stupid, but Song Xuanlin was not angry. He pushed the tea towards Song Xuanhe, looked at him and said, "Even if you don't like father, don't really break up with him. Think carefully before doing some things. A temporary provocation may make you feel relieved, but it won't solve the problem. Ignoring the consequences will only put you in a disadvantageous position."
This kind of brother-like admonition was the first time for both the original owner and Song Xuanhe. He paused as he was about to pick up the tea and put it back on his lap, as if he was just simply wondering, "You don't like Song Guochao either?"
Song Xuanlin frowned slightly, obviously still somewhat disagreeing with Song Xuan calling him by his first name. He said, "It doesn't matter what you call him in private, but outside, don't let others catch you for a moment's pleasure."
It's preachy, but it contains care.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise. In fact, if the original owner was here, he might have been so happy that he went crazy, because in his memory, even though Song Xuanlin didn't care about the original owner, the original owner truly admired and loved Song Xuanlin as his brother.
It was for this reason that, ever since there were rumors that Song Yansong was observing which of the two brothers to choose as the heir, the original owner directly announced to the public that he was unwilling to take over the company and supported all of his brother's decisions. Even after making the announcement, the original owner secretly hoped that Song Xuanlin would praise him or be closer to him than before.
However, what he expected never happened.
So, when Song Xuanhe heard Song Xuanlin's tone, which was obviously that of an elder brother disciplining his younger brother, he felt a little melancholy. Of course, the original owner was not a good person. It could even be said that he deserved everything that happened to him. However, Song Xuanhe, who had occupied his body and completely accepted his memories, found it difficult to hate him from an absolutely objective perspective like other readers and Xiao Yuanmu.
How can a person become what he or she is determined by one or two things or one or two people?
Seeing that Song Xuanhe kept his eyes down and didn't speak, Song Xuanlin thought that he didn't like his preaching, so he sighed lightly and said, "I won't say too much, but you are already 22 years old, you need to think more about whether everything you do is right or not."
Song Xuanhe suddenly laughed, and then said lazily: "Didn't mom say that my brother would help me in the future? Why should I think so much? Isn't it right to be happy in life?"
Seeing Song Xuan and the dandy boy's attitude, Song Xuanlin frowned unconsciously: "You are already an adult, so you should be responsible for your own actions, instead of being the responsibility of anyone else. If you can't control yourself, and you cause a disaster that is difficult to resolve in the future, do you think your grandfather and father will ignore public opinion and even the interests of the group for you and do their best to protect you?"
"Don't we still have you, my brother?" Song Xuanhe smiled with an ambiguous look in his eyes.
Song Xuanlin said decisively, without any hesitation or euphemism: "I don't know how to do it either."
Seeing Song Xuanhe's smile slightly changed, Song Xuanlin remained calm and continued, "The only one who might protect you at all costs is your mother. But even if she wants to protect you, she doesn't have the ability to do so. The Li family won't do what the Song family will do. The final result can only be that she is forced to give up on you."
"Didn't I just have a quarrel with Song Guochao?" Song Xuanhe chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to have so many great truths. I didn't know you were so good at reasoning before. If I had known, I wouldn't have made such a fuss."
Song Xuanlin looked at Song Xuanhe's expression, which showed that he didn't take his words to heart at all. Finally, he pursed his lips, finished his tea, and said, "That's all I have to say. The meeting will start soon. Let's go out."
Probably because the three generations of the Song family all had bad expressions, and even the usually sloppy Young Master Song looked thoughtful, this quarterly meeting was very serious. In the conference room, apart from the sound of Song Guochao explaining with a stern face on the stage, there was the sound of senior executives flipping through documents. There was no sound of occasional whispered discussions or opinions as usual.
After Song Guochao finished his part on the stage, he asked the deputy director of the Finance Department to explain the financial situation of Song's company for this quarter. When all the senior shareholders present saw the financial statements for this quarter in the document, their expressions were not very good.
Under low pressure, the deputy financial director finished his quarterly financial report tremblingly, and then hurried off the stage. At this time, the conference room was silent, and Song Yansong's face seemed to be frozen.
Suddenly, he said, "Song Xuanhe, you are the marketing manager. Please tell me the reason for the decline in the company's performance."
Although Song Xuanhe was thinking about something, he was also paying attention to the dynamics of the meeting. When he heard Song Yansong talking, he raised his head in time. Although he was not interested in business, he signed a document every day, so he naturally understood the company's status, so he was not panicked: "I think the main reason for the company's performance decline this quarter is..."
Listening to Song Xuan's analysis, which was neither impressive nor flawless, Song Yansong's expression softened a little, and the people sitting there also breathed a sigh of relief.
The news that Song Guochao had blocked Song Xuan and almost started another fight with the father and son in the morning had spread throughout the company before the morning meeting. Naturally, they also got the news. Although they didn't know what caused it, even Director Song's face darkened, and it seemed to be no trivial matter.
They are the company's shareholder management, but they do not want the conference room to become a battlefield for the Song family. They also do not want to accidentally hear something they should not hear, or see Song Guochao, Song Xuan or any of them being scolded on the spot. So when they heard Song Yansong speak, most people moved their butts, just wanting to leave immediately if they saw something wrong.
Now that Song Xuanhe had safely passed Song Yansong's inspection, their eyes involuntarily turned to Song Guochao, whose expression was not too good.
Song Guochao was indeed unhappy. One of the reasons why he presided over the meeting so hard this time was because he held the hope of getting back his shares. When he saw what happened to Song Xuanhe on TV in the morning, he was indeed very angry. But when he saw Song Yansong's equally unexpected look, he realized that this was an opportunity.
That's why he came to the company early in the morning to arrest Song Xuanhe. As long as he took Song Xuanhe to the office and scolded him, given Song Xuanhe's personality, most of him would leave the company directly. Song Yansong was already angry, and Song Xuanhe was absent from the quarterly meeting. When the time comes, he will mention this matter, and maybe the shares will come back again.
However, Song Xuanhe did not act according to his expectations at all. Not only did he block him from speaking in front of everyone early in the morning, he also analyzed the report in an orderly manner in the conference room, making all his hopes dashed in an instant.
After listening to Song Xuanhe, Song Yansong waited for him to stand for a while before saying calmly, "The reasons you found are all obvious. In the future, focus more on your work and spend less time fooling around outside."
After knocking gently, Song Yansong looked at Song Guochao and said, "You presided over the entire meeting. You should be most familiar with the company's current situation. Please tell me the reasons for the decline in the company's performance."
Song Guochao froze. The reasons were just what Song Xuanhe had just said. How could he come up with any other reasons?
Naturally, Song Guochao repeated what Song Xuanhe had just said in his own way, adding almost no opinions of his own and without making any changes.
Song Yansong's expression, which had just improved, darkened again. He slammed the table and said, "You are the general manager, but your vision is so narrow? You keep talking about obvious things. What's the point of asking you to answer?"
Song Guochao's face trembled. Although he felt humiliated, he still knew his place and didn't dare to talk back.
Song Yansong sighed in frustration and turned to look at Song Xuanlin: "You say."
"The company's performance has declined due to the reasons mentioned by the two presidents Song just now, as well as the price limit policy that has just been implemented..."
Song Xuanlin easily made an in-depth summary of the reasons for this period's financial decline, and finally proposed an improvement plan to stimulate performance growth.
Compared with Song Xuanlin, the scene of Song Guochao being reprimanded just now seemed particularly profound. As for Song Xuanhe, everyone knew that he didn't care about the company's affairs at all. It was already an improvement that he could say so much without making any mistakes.
Song Yansong's expression finally softened. He looked at his first grandson, who had already grown up for a long time, with some complicated feelings. However, his eyes couldn't help but glance at Song Xuanhe over there who didn't care about all this at all. He sighed heavily in his heart, and his persistence in certain decisions wavered a little.
Song Xuanhe didn't know what Song Yansong was thinking, because after hearing Song Guochao copying his words, he was speechless and surprised at the same time. Although he had always known that Song Guochao had no talent in business, it was still different to see it with his own eyes.
The reasons for the decline in performance of a large company cover a wide range, so it is naturally impossible to just mention the three or five points he mentioned. Song Xuanhe only mentioned those. Firstly, he only saw these when he signed the document, so he only mentioned a few definite points. Secondly, he did not pay too much attention to these things.
But Song Guochao has been in the business world for two or three decades, and the Song family is ambitious, but he can't even see such a simple problem. It's not just that he has no talent. He shouldn't be in business at all.
When the meeting ended, the oppressive atmosphere caused by the three generations of the Song family suddenly dissipated, and senior shareholders couldn't wait to leave.
Song Guochao and Song Xuanlin also left. Only Song Xuanhe was pulled aside by Song Yansong and carefully talked to for a few words before he was finally allowed to leave.
When Song Xuanhe returned to the office, Xiao Yuanmu was already waiting there. Ever since he moved back to the apartment and Xiao Yuanmu started cooking again, the place for lunch every day had moved from the cafeteria to his office. This had been going on for a while, and Song Xuanhe, who had long been accustomed to it, would go to see the lunch dishes the first thing he did when he saw Xiao Yuanmu.
Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and a soup, a very standard home-cooked meal, placed in a light-colored food box with good color, aroma and taste, tempting Song Xuanhe who was already starving.
He walked over, sat down and picked up the chopsticks. Xiao Yuanmu also started eating, and a quiet lunch passed by.
After the assistant took the lunch box out to wash it, Xiao Yuanmu asked calmly, "I heard that you and Mr. Song had a quarrel in the elevator on the top floor this morning, and you even said that you would never cheat on someone during your relationship."
Song Xuanhe paused and went over what he had said in the morning. He withdrew his hand and nodded, "Yes."
Xiao Yuanmu casually said, "What if we are in a long-distance relationship?"
"Long-distance relationships are also romantic relationships." Song Xuanhe leaned back in his chair, hugged his pillow, and spoke lazily, "Since we are in a romantic relationship, of course it's the same."
Xiao Yuanmu hummed lightly, as if he had just asked casually.
Song Xuanhe suddenly became interested. The novel was not finished. It did not describe who the boss, who would be surrounded by various men in the future, would end up with or develop into an evil 8P relationship. It also did not reveal what his view on love was. So the curious Song Xuanhe asked, "What about you?"
"Me what?"
"You're playing with two women at the same time." Song Xuanhe curled up in the sofa, looking at him with curious eyes.
"Won't."
Xiao Yuanmu answered straightforwardly. He had never even thought about owning a boat, so it was natural that he would not waste his time and energy on getting involved in more troublesome emotional entanglements.
Song Xuanhe suddenly felt a little disappointed after hearing his decisive answer. He threw an extra pillow on the ground and said calmly, "That's hard to say."
Hearing his question, Xiao Yuanmu's expression didn't even change, nor did he want to defend himself. He glanced at the time and stood up to leave.
However, just when he was halfway there, he heard Song Xuanhe suddenly say, "Tell me, if there is a person who everyone thinks is extremely bad and is indeed very bad, and you accidentally know his pitiful past and the reasons why he is pitiful, will you change your opinion of him?"
Xiao Yuanmu paused, but did not turn around, and said indifferently: "What does it have to do with me?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned and looked at his back without saying a word.
There was no sound behind him. Xiao Yuanmu raised his legs and continued to walk out. When he reached the door, he suddenly heard Song Xuanhe say, "If you had a brother like this, would you teach him to turn back from his wrong path?"
"No." Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and his eyes were cold, but his tone was very calm: "I don't have a brother. Even if I do, it's his own business to turn back from the wrong path. It has nothing to do with me."
After Xiao Yuanmu left, Song Xuanhe stared at the closed door for a long time before lying back on the sofa.
After coming out of Song Xuanlin's office just now, he has been thinking, if Song Xuanhe in the book had heard Song Xuanlin's words before his personality was determined, would he still become that person in the future.
He didn't think of the answer, but he remembered his cousin who loved to compete with him, and his uncle and aunt who taught his cousin strictly but indulged him.
If he had not been pulled back into the sunshine in time by Zhou Yunyang, a preachy and stubborn naive person, perhaps he would have become a similar person to the original owner and then walked a similar path.
After suddenly realizing how ridiculous he had been in the past, Song Xuanhe began to resent his uncle and aunt who had deliberately raised him to be useless. He kept thinking that if his uncle and aunt were willing to teach and take care of him just once, he would not have walked alone in the dark swamp for so long.
However, Xiao Yuanmu's words just now made his years of hatred disappear in an instant.
Even if they were the closest blood relatives, there was no logic that one had to be responsible for the other, not to mention that they were several layers apart from him and they were afraid that he would compete with their son for the family property in the future.
He was lost, so he always looked forward to having a real home again, so eager that he forgot that he had been homeless for a long time.
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