The reason why Meng Ziheng was willing to stand up and clarify the rumors was because he received secretly photographed photos of himself and Song Ye going in and out together. He could endure the pressure on him, but he was unwilling to let his friends be implicated, so when the old man of the Meng family proposed to clarify the matter at the banquet, he agreed to the matter.
But I never thought that the old man of the Meng family was a drunkard, and he was caught off guard when he came to the stage.
"Grandpa." Meng Ziheng had a gloomy face, took a long step forward, and walked into the spotlight.
"Zi Heng, grandpa is getting old. The Meng family is the foundation passed down from generation to generation, and you will be responsible for it from now on. Tong'er grew up in my Meng family, and is the child who is most compatible with you. I can help you straighten the entire Meng family in the future. Foundation, grandpa sincerely wishes you all the best." Mr. Meng punched sincerely on the stage, almost bursting into tears, and the audience burst into applause. It was unclear how true and how false it was.
Song Ye stood under the stage holding a wine glass, with the same mockery in his eyes as the others.
When it comes to superficial skills, Jiang is still old. How could Meng Ziheng be Mr. Meng’s opponent? With his ancestral heritage and the old man’s wish, he was given one top hat after another. Meng Ziheng couldn’t object on the spot no matter how unwilling he wanted to be. attack.
"Tong'er, come up." Then, when Meng Ziheng remained silent, Mr. Meng looked to the right and called softly.
Everyone turned their attention, but saw behind the background board of the high platform, Fu Tong'er, wearing a graceful and elegant aqua blue embroidered cheongsam, holding her hair in a bun, walking towards the high platform with picturesque features, and finally stood next to Mr. Meng, looking both charming and charming. Rao, like a pure lotus blooming in the water.
"Tsk, don't tell me. Fu Tong'er is the prettiest and most elegant lady I've ever seen in my life. It's like she was tailor-made for Zi Heng. Mr. Meng chose to put her at this moment. It's a clever move to bring her to the stage." At this time, even a man like Le Mingyu could see the good tricks of the Meng family.
Only a few people close to Meng Ziheng were present to express their sorrow and sympathy for him.
Talented man and beautiful woman, a perfect match.
This is the standard of judgment for outsiders, but no one has ever paid attention to whether Meng Ziheng liked it or not.
At least from Meng Ziheng's tense face, there was no joy for the time being, but even so, the engagement banquet introduced in advance still made the guests and hosts enjoy themselves.
Meng Ziheng stood on the stage, listening to the thunderous applause. His eyes fell on Mr. Meng who was only one step away. Looking at his smiling and satisfied look, as well as Fu Tong'er's premeditated sky silk embroidered cheongsam, his heart stopped. I couldn't help but feel chilly and empty, as if I had fallen into the cold, icy and snowy world for several nine days.
He was raised by his grandfather. He started holding a writing brush when he could just sit down. When other people's children were playing outside, he would sit in the study and memorize books. He would read the instructions at home every day and tell him that he, Meng Ziheng, was The hope of the entire Meng family exists for the Meng family.
His hard work became an instinct over the long period of time, and even he felt that it was his responsibility to protect the Meng family. If it weren't for the matter of getting married, he still didn't realize that his life would have been shackled long ago. And this unexpected engagement party gave him a wake-up call.
The cruel facts told him that he was not the hope of the Meng family, but a slave of the Meng family, carrying the dust destined to be sacrificed under this heavy foundation.
He had no memory of walking down the high platform like this later. When he reacted, he had curled up and sat in the corner of the corridor. A hand fell from above his head and gently pressed his head. The voice came over, "Friends, everyone is looking for you."
Everyone is worried about you.
Meng Ziheng regained consciousness from the stiffness, and then looked up at the young man in white clothes and white trousers in front of him. It seemed that he was not used to making such soothing movements. Her posture was also a little twisted, and she just patted his head. , then put his hands back into his pockets and stood beside him quietly.
There is no extra care and comfort. Meng Ziheng also knows that Song Ye is not good at this. But at this moment, compared to the talkative Gu Yitong, Song Ye's silent company makes him feel more at ease and retains a few feelings. Very sad dignity.
After wiping his face, he stood up again holding on to the wall and moved his numb legs and feet. His face had returned to calmness, "Let's go." No matter when or where he was, Meng Ziheng could not Let outsiders see the joke.
A sixteen-year-old boy actually has a lot on his small shoulders.
He is not as unrestrained and fearless as Song Ye. Song Ye could not understand his shackles and heaviness before.
But this time I saw it, so I took it as a favor to repay him for helping him connect with Les Yu.
"If you want to leave the Meng family, I can help you." Song Ye stood there without moving, and his cold voice was particularly clear in the silent corridor.
Meng Ziheng, who was walking in front, paused, slightly surprised, and then remembered the inexplicable words Song Ye said that day while surviving in the wild.
"Do you really have such ability?" In the past, he might have dismissed such remarks, but after getting along with him during this time, he still had a certain understanding of Song Ye's character.
She would never take action on something she was not sure about.
Song Ye is a person who sticks to his word.
"At least in this stone city, I can still be the master." Song Ye told the truth lightly. In fact, looking at the entire Luo Province, she can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand.
But such humble remarks shocked Meng Ziheng. After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "What if I want to take over the Meng family?"
Song Ye raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said calmly, "It's not difficult either."
This answer was arrogant, even arrogant, but for no reason, Meng Ziheng believed her.
He always felt that Song Ye was not as simple as he seemed on the surface. Even with a status like Wang Qianqian, he would often show fear towards Song Ye. He was not a fool, so how could he not notice the difference.
Thinking of the ups and downs during this period and the actions of his grandfather who he had respected for many years today, Meng Ziheng suddenly looked stern, clenched his fists and said seriously: "I want to take over the Meng family, no matter what the cost."
Song Ye quite appreciated his attitude of not escaping. He stepped forward and walked over, stood beside him, and said lightly, "Hiking is sometimes for better counterattacks."
Stretching your neck forcefully without lowering your head will only make the rope around your neck tighter and tighter, but smart people will know how to go with the flow.