The Qin family, a top wealthy family, has always been in power for many years. Mr. Qin has been in charge. The lack of outstanding qualifications of his sons has always been a pain in his heart. But when it comes to his grandchildren, it is not easy to have two young and promising people, but one of them was caught. Nowadays, one person is not willing to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan.
A birthday party was held in the operating room, and Mr. Qin was completely embarrassed.
The Qin family lives in the famous Fengshan Mountain in Beijing. Every autumn, the maple leaves all over the mountains and plains are as red as fire. Even in summer today, they are lush and lush. Looking at the winding mountain road winding up from a distance, the villa located halfway up the mountain will give people a sense of wonder. An ethereal feeling of a fairyland on earth.
Living in isolation and stationed in a high-rise building like this seems to deliberately widen the distance between him and the common people, demonstrating his noble identity and status.
Driving all the way up from the foot of the mountain, there will be a checkpoint almost every distance. There is more than just the Qin family living here in Fengshan, and all the people living here are wealthy families from the capital.
Song Ye got into the car and all the way up to now, all he saw was Qin Zhan closing his eyes and concentrating, opening his eyes and looking intently. There was no nostalgia or familiarity at all after not returning home for ten years.
After entering the front yard of the Qin family's mansion, the car drove around the spacious courtyard for ten minutes before actually stopping at the door of the house.
There were three or five servants standing in front of the brown carved door to greet them. As soon as Song Ye got off the car, he saw a large and luxurious villa standing in front of him. On this day fifteen years ago, seeing such a high-end and luxurious building made people feel a sense of wonder. A sense of déjà vu fifteen years later. Nowadays, most of the streets and alleys in the capital are still made of bricks and tiles, filled with a strong rural flavor. Compared with the Qin family in front of them, it makes the huge gap between the rich and the poor even more obvious.
"Mr. Song, Second Young Master, all the elders of the Qin family are in the living room. Please go this way first." The housekeeper got out of the car and led the way, pointing in the direction of the Qin family's living room.
Qin Zhan did not move, and raised his hand to block Song Ye from moving. When the housekeeper looked back with doubts, he said in a cold voice: "The only person Song Ye wants to see is the old man. Don't pay attention to other unimportant people."
"This..." The housekeeper hesitated for a moment. After all, the people sitting in the living room were all direct relatives of the Qin family. He also heard that Song Ye was coming early this morning, so he kept waiting. He couldn't go there now... After hesitating, He continued to tactfully say: "Second Master heard that you recognized a younger brother and said that he wanted to meet and have a good chat."
The old man of the Qin family has three sons. The second master mentioned by the housekeeper refers to Qin Zhan's father, who is the second in rank and is known as the second master Qin.
Song Ye also knew that the housekeeper's move out of Qin Zhan's father was just to put pressure on the other party. Unfortunately, "The others have nothing to do with Song Ye. Take him to see the old man."
This biological father fell into Qin Zhan's mouth and turned into someone else. In the eyes of others, this seemed somewhat cold-blooded and ruthless.
The butler's face suddenly stiffened, and he was a little unable to get off the table. Finally, he had to compromise and changed direction, "The master is in the study on the third floor. Mr. Song is coming with me."
Song Ye nodded. In fact, he was not willing to get involved in the fight between the wealthy families of the Qin family. Seeing that Qin Zhan was standing still and had no intention of accompanying him, he walked up to follow the housekeeper.
After confirming that Song Ye had gone up the stairs, Qin Zhan also turned around and walked towards the independent building behind the villa.
As for the Qin family members who had gathered together early in the morning, they could only wait eagerly.
Song Ye went up to the third floor and saw doctors and nurses walking in and out of the corridor. There were two bodyguards in black standing at the door of the study. He sneered secretly in his heart. For such a big family, it doesn't matter if there is no family member to take care of him when he is sick. , but also have to worry about being assassinated, how sad.
The housekeeper went into the house first and announced, and then two people went out.
Mrs. Cao's old face was so long that she felt disgusted when she saw Song Ye. Now that she was kicked out, she felt even more unhappy and walked away without even saying hello.
"Mr. Song, please come in." The housekeeper took the order directly from Mr. Qin. Without any fear of Mrs. Cao's expression, he bowed and invited Song Ye to come in.
In the study room, the warm yellow light shines on the antique bookshelf and desk, giving off an ancient tone. Mr. Qin is sitting on the Taishi chair behind the desk. After two days of tossing, his rickety body looks increasingly weak and old. There was still a needle stuck in his left hand for infusion, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.
Seeing Song Ye entering the room, Mr. Qin coughed twice, then smiled and said, "Mr. Song, please sit down."
He is neither a country boy nor a brat. This sentence by Mr. Song made Mr. Qin's position clear.
Song Ye was not polite. He sat down opposite the old man calmly and calmly. His cold voice was rigid and without any warmth, "The old man doesn't look good." Not only was it not good, judging from the old man's gray face, the situation was simply terrible. Thoroughly.
"Ahem, it's okay, it's okay." Mr. Qin coughed a few words and waved his hands. It took him a long time to catch his breath, took a sip of water, and continued: "Mr. Song is young and promising. He has offended many people at the banquet before. , please forgive me."
"Old man, you're welcome. My background is not high. This is a fact." Song Yeyun was calm and kept a distance from the Qin family both in and out of words.
"Haha, Mr. Song is A Zhan's recognized brother, and he is a member of my Qin family. Past events are nothing. If you are willing, you can also call me grandpa like A Zhan." Mr. Qin is here At this time, he extended an olive branch, opened the door wide, and actively invited Song Ye to enter the palace of a top wealthy family.
"Grandpa?" Song Ye chewed on these two words, fingertips lightly twitching on the armrest, his eyes as cold as water, "As far as I know, the honorific between eldest brother and you is just "old man." I think, I It’s better not to do anything for you.”
He wanted to use Qin Zhan to win her over, but at least he had to clear things up in advance. This family could even measure the value of their own grandchildren by the value of their interests. It was not that easy to pull her out of this muddy water.
After being blocked by this sentence, Mr. Qin felt short of breath again, his chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was heavy.
"Old man, let's get straight to the point. I know exactly what you want." Song Ye didn't want to anger the old man into the operating room again later, so he simply opened the skylight and spoke frankly.
Hearing this, Mr. Qin was startled, and then his expression turned gloomy, "You have indeed been prepared." She said this because she had long expected that the Qin family would come to her door to ask for the blood stone in her hand.
"Did you take that blood stone?" Mr. Qin asked immediately. He had not forgotten that the young man in front of him was also a direct beneficiary of this accident.
"Old man, accusations require evidence."