Although the Qin family is said to be a big family, but it has been passed down from generation to generation, but no descendant can afford to take on the family business. Mr. Qin is already in power and has become too old to do many things. The management of the family business is loose. , it was already riddled with errors and omissions, and Qin Zhan knew that the entire system was already rotten without the need for evidence.
That's why he never dared to hand over the power of the company to Qin Feng, because he saw clearly that Qin Feng's abilities were too average and he simply didn't have the courage and ability to support the entire group. Most of his other grandchildren were also playboys. By nature, the only one left was his grandson Qin Zhan, who was living in exile. When they first met, he knew that this person could take on a big responsibility.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
What made Qin Zhan completely disillusioned with the Qin family was not Song Ye in the final analysis, but the Qin family's rejection of his biological mother and their indifference to him earlier.
The appearance of Song Ye was just a fuse that completely exploded the insignificant relationship between them.
He is old and dare not gamble anymore, because he knows that if he loses, he will never be able to make a comeback.
In the end, the household registration book fell into the hands of Qin Zhan. After achieving his goal, he led Song Ye out of the door without looking back, showing no nostalgia for a room full of blood relatives.
They won this battle, and they won it brilliantly, leaving the Qin family unable to stand up again.
Then Song Ye accompanied Qin Zhan to the small building. In the top room, he got the tablet of Qin Zhan's biological mother from the cabinet.
"Why is there a corner missing?" Song Ye glanced over from the desk, then frowned and discovered the problem. Even though it is rare to use wooden plaques to commemorate ancestors nowadays, Song Ye also knew that in that era, people were very careful to preserve the belongings of their ancestors, out of respect and memory for the deceased.
But the wooden plaque in Qin Zhan's hand could be seen from far away by Song Ye.
"I found it in the utility room on the first floor when I was fifteen years old." Qin Zhan held the wooden sign and explained in a low voice, his tone was neither sad nor happy, as if he was telling an ordinary thing.
Perhaps it was too long ago, and many emotions have been healed, but when I was young, only a fifteen-year-old boy who was bullied found his mother's memorial tablet in the utility room one day, and only then did he know his mother. He was not enshrined in the ancestral hall, but lay alone in this damp and dark environment. How was Qin Zhan's mood at that time
If he could really be as indifferent as he is now, he would not have resolutely joined the army alone at the age of fifteen and never set foot in the Qin family for ten years.
Song Ye walked over, put his arm around his shoulder, stood on tiptoes and hugged his tall body tightly, "Take our mother home."
Take our mother home.
Her voice was buried on Qin Zhan's shoulder, muffled, but her words were clear, and the ups and downs of her heavy breathing seemed to replace his pain.
There was no extra comfort. All she could do was protect the memorial tablet and accompany Qin Zhan to call her mom.
Feeling that the girl's other hand was carefully guarding the tablet with him, Qin Zhan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the ends of her hair, "It's good to have you here."
No one else matters anymore, as long as you are here.
"Yes." Song Ye understood his thoughts and responded softly before relaxing his movements, lowering his head and focusing his gaze on the tablet.
The name of the petitioner is Luo Yuqing.
"Luo..." Song Ye frowned slightly, a little confused about this surname, "Isn't your biological mother a member of the Zhou family?"
The most beautiful woman in the capital at that time was from the Zhou family. She was the eldest daughter. She was more beautiful than the other sisters and was more knowledgeable. Qin Wenrong fell in love with her at first sight and pursued her fiercely. In order to capture her heart, she was the eldest daughter. He also went to learn how to compose poetry, and it became a legend for a while.
As for the Zhou family, they should be called Zhou Yuqing, why is the surname Luo
"My mother was not born to the mistress of the Zhou family, but just an adopted daughter. It is said that Mother Zhou never liked her. Before she got married, she used the family's surname of Luo. Later, when the Qin family asked to marry her, the Zhou family asked her to change her surname to Zhou in order to gain traction. . Few outsiders know these things. Before her death, this tablet respected my mother's wishes and restored it to Luo Yuqing." Qin Zhan slowly recounted this secret of a wealthy family, summarizing the sad life of a talented woman in an understated way.
Song Ye thought that perhaps it was because the name Zhou Yuqing brought her so much pain that she could not carve this name on the tombstone after her death.
Only the young Luo Yuqing was the time she was willing to stay.
It was just the word "Luo" that made Song Ye feel a little strange. She felt that things might not be so coincidental, but it was hard to ask Qin Zhan for more confirmation.
"Luo Yuqing sounds much better than Zhou Yuqing." She looked at the large gold-lacquered characters on the tablet and whispered.
"Haha, indeed." Qin Zhan chuckled, holding the tablet in one hand and holding Song Ye in the other. There was a rare trace of relaxation in his voice, "Let's go."
Come on, let's go home.
Song Ye nodded, "Well, just wait for me." After saying that, she turned around and walked to the desk, found a bag, and swept away all the various models on the bookshelf.
"Haha, if you like it, I'll find something more refined for you. The workmanship of these is too rough." Qin Zhan saw her putting things in like treasures and carrying them carefully, feeling dumbfounded for a moment.
These were all done when he was five or six years old. He knew how poor his skills were.
But Song Ye shook his head, raised his eyes and looked straight at him, his cold voice full of seriousness, "This is your dream, these are good."
Seeing these things, she could always imagine a little child who had lost his mother, sitting alone at the table making models. No matter what period he was in, she tried her best to understand Qin Zhan.
But the man didn't expect Song Ye to say such words, and he didn't expect that the reason why she valued these models so much was because of him.
Bang bang, the heartbeat began to beat violently from Yue Xiong's cavity again, beating his eardrums, and the sweet and greasy feeling tickled his throat, making him roll his Adam's apple twice unconsciously, and then it seemed as if he could no longer bear it. , suddenly pulled the girl into his arms, hugged her tightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't look at me again, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't want you here."
It's really terrible.
When Song Ye looked at him with such cold eyes and said these words, Qin Zhan felt that his whole heart was grasped by the other party, and the involuntary throbbing made him have to use a hundred words. It takes twenty points of rationality to barely restrain the urge to crush someone immediately.
"Go home and continue." Song Ye turned his head and softly issued an invitation, then he caught the man's red ear with his mouth.