Early the next morning, Song Haiping drove over to pick up Song Yuan and Rong Ting to take the train to the high-speed rail station.
He originally planned to drive home on the highway, but considering that Rong Ting was still young and would be more comfortable on the high-speed rail, he changed his mind at the last minute.
Yung Heng also came over with a paper bag in his hand. He handed it to Rong Ting and said warmly, "These are all your favorite snacks and fruits. You can eat them in the car."
Rong Ting felt a little awkward, but he still took it. His tone was not as enthusiastic as before, and he said very calmly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Song Yuan guessed that Yung Heng probably had something to say to Rong Ting, so he pulled Song Haiping into the car first to give the father and son some time to interact.
Yung Heng looked at his son's expression and felt very helpless, but he still said, "You saw me at the resort that day, right? You misunderstood me. Things are not what you think. I've already explained this matter to your mother. "
In Rong Ting's heart, he was his father and also the king. He could not throw a tantrum in front of his father. Even if his father did not remember anything now, he knew that he was his father. First, he was the king, then he was the father.
He just lowered his head, straightened his body, and said calmly, "I know. Mother has already told me, and I also promised her that I would not interfere in your affairs."
Yung Heng looked surprised, but he quickly concealed it, "Well, it's good that you understand. You have to listen to your mother over there. "
"Well." Rong Ting hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Father, do you really not remember anything?"
Yung Heng grunted, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Father. I'll leave first." Rong Ting did not know how to salute him anymore. He raised his hand and waved at him, then ran to Song Haiping's car, opened the door, and got in.
Yung Heng watched the car leave thoughtfully.
Song Haiping sat in the driver's seat while Song Yuan and Rong Ting sat in the back. The car slowly drove out of the neighborhood. Song Haiping was still complaining, "Why hasn't that Xie guy left yet? Didn't you say you were going abroad? "
Song Yuan said helplessly, "I also want to celebrate the New Year! Besides, it's only two months. It'll pass in the blink of an eye. "
***
There were only a few days left until the New Year. Ji Junpei had been working late every day. He had volunteered to work overtime in an attempt to numb himself with work.
Reason told him that he shouldn't be the kind of person who kept pestering her. Since Song Yuan didn't like him anymore, whatever he did would be futile and would only bring her trouble. However, he wasn't so decisive when it came to feelings. After all, he had liked a girl for several years. How could he stop liking her just like that?
That day, he once again worked late into the night. When he returned to his rented apartment, he habitually turned on his computer to see if there were any new emails.
There were nearly ten unread emails in his mailbox. He opened them one by one. Just as he was about to pour himself a glass of water, he opened an email that was very strange. There was only one attachment. Usually, he wouldn't open an attachment that looked like a virus, but the name of the attachment attracted his attention. The name of the attachment was "Introduction to Song Haiping and Chen Linjing." Of course, he knew that Song Haiping was Song Yuan's father, and Chen Linjing was Song Yuan's mother. In a moment of curiosity, he held his breath and opened the attachment.
The attachment was indeed a brief introduction to Song Haiping and Chen Linjing. These two people were considered very famous entrepreneurs in their hometown. It was nothing more than an introduction to the businesses and assets under their names. Ji Junpei wasn't very willing to look at these. Song Yuan's parents were very rich, which only proved that the distance between them was very far. Just as he was about to close the file, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the company under Song Haiping's name. It seemed a little familiar …
He racked his brains to think. Fortunately, he had a good memory and quickly recalled it.
Back when he was abroad, he also wanted to earn more money. After all, he had only won a scholarship and had to pay for his living expenses. His family's situation wasn't that good, so he had to share the burden. On the other hand, he also wanted to earn money as soon as possible so that he could shorten the distance between him and Song Yuan. He and his senior, who was also an international student, thought of a project. They wanted to find someone to invest in it, but no one was optimistic about it. They hit a wall everywhere. Just as they were about to give up, a company manager took the initiative to contact them and said that he was willing to invest in it. It was a Chinese company. At that time, he and his senior were very touched and felt that their fellow countrymen had helped them.
Although this project didn't succeed as expected, it still made him earn his first bucket of gold. He had always regarded this company as his benefactor. In the end, what did he see now? One of the shareholders of this company was Song Haiping?
Then, what exactly happened back then?
Could it be that all of this was because Song Yuan's father couldn't stand it anymore and chose to help him?
He suddenly remembered the Chinese manager's meaningful smile when he signed the contract and said that he was very lucky …
Now, what else did he not understand? Ji Junpei smiled bitterly and then laughed loudly. His smile was sad and bitter. He originally thought that others had taken a fancy to his talent and wanted to shorten the distance between them. In the end, his first bucket of gold actually came from her father. Was this charity? Ji Junpei picked up his phone and dialed Song Yuan's number. Almost instantly, he hung up. He got up and staggered into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water and looked at himself in the mirror. Suddenly, he calmed down. What was he doing? Was he denouncing him?
No matter what, he should thank Song Yuan's father. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be in this state today. Perhaps Song Yuan's father had good intentions.
In an instant, Ji Junpei understood a lot of things. He even seemed to accept that Song Yuan no longer liked him.
He opened WeChat and seriously sent a message to Song Yuan: "Yuanyuan, I'm very sorry for causing you trouble during this period of time. You're right. People should look forward. If you need my help in the future, don't hesitate to ask. Finally, thank you. "
He deleted the email and pretended that he had never seen it. The shareholders of that company were still his benefactors. He would never forget this.
***
When Song Yuan returned home, she was so excited that she didn't fall asleep until eleven or twelve o 'clock. Then, she received Ji Junpei's WeChat message. She read it a few times and wanted to reply, but she didn't know what to say. In the end, she didn't reply to the message. Actually, she was very happy that Ji Junpei could think it through and let it go. After all, he was really good. He shouldn't keep wasting time on her.
The bed at home was still the most comfortable! Although the house in Beijing was also hers, she always felt that this was her home. Gugu seemed to feel the same way. He was in a good mood the whole day. After returning home, he even went to give the mother-to-be next door some specialties from Beijing.
Just as she was playing with her phone, there was a sudden knock on the door. Then, she heard Rong Ting's crisp voice shouting, "Mother, it's already very late. Don't play with your phone anymore. Don't stay up late!"
Song Yuan: "… Got it!"
She didn't expect Rong Ting to get up to go to the bathroom tonight. She had miscalculated.
She quickly turned off the lights and placed her phone on the bedside table. She really couldn't sleep, so she started counting sheep again. As she counted, she fell asleep. This time, she started dreaming again.
In her dream, the young man brought her into a big house. His voice was bright as he introduced it to her. "I've seen all the houses in the city that are for sale, but I haven't found a suitable one. It wasn't easy to find this one. It's also very close to the General's Residence. It's only two streets away. You said that you like the pavilion in the middle of the lake. There's one here, but that lake isn't as big as the one in the General's Residence. This house even has a small garden, which you'll definitely like. Oh right, although there's no bamboo forest here, I saw that the original owner planted fruit trees.
She followed him through the long corridor and asked him in a perplexed tone, "Brother, this house is very good, but what do you want to do with it?"
The man she called Gege turned around and looked at her with a smile. He originally wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but his hand was in the air when he put it down. "This is my gift to you. A few days ago, I heard you ask the housekeeper how much money you need to build a residence outside. I have an idea in my heart." He took out some banknotes from his chest and held it in front of her, "Although I don't have much money on hand, but I can still gather a few hundred taels in banknotes. I have calculated, even if you and Zi Heng can't find a livelihood for a while, this is enough for you to live without worry for a few years."
She was stunned and took a step back. "No, this won't do. This is brother's money. How can I take it? Also, this house is too expensive. I can't accept it!"
"You're the young miss of the General's residence. Your marriage must be grand. Father and Mother will also prepare a dowry for you. If you don't accept it, won't you treat us as outsiders?" The man looked at her with a faint reluctance. "In the future, when you and Ziheng get married, you have to tell me if you have any difficulties. You can't bear it alone. The General's residence is your maiden home and will support you for the rest of your life. I will always be your brother. In the future, Ziheng will be your husband. He will stand behind you to protect you, and brother will stand behind the two of you to protect you. Don't treat brother as an outsider. "
Her nose was slightly sour. The moment she opened her mouth, she was already choked with sobs. Her eyes were also red. "Brother …"
"Yuanyuan, you must be happy. You must be happy."
"Yes!"
Song Yuan woke up from her dream and sat up straight. She subconsciously grabbed the collar of her pajamas. She only felt that it was difficult to breathe and was very uncomfortable.
But this time, it was different from the past.
In the past, every time she dreamed, she couldn't see the face of the person in her dream clearly. Even after she found out that Yung Heng was the Emperor, she still couldn't see him clearly in her dreams. This time, she actually saw the face of the person she called brother clearly in her dream. Even now, she still hadn't forgotten it. That face was firmly engraved in her heart.
But what was the use of it?
Song Yuan hugged the pillow. For a moment, she was extremely disappointed.
The brother in her dream was so good to her. Could it be that he was the God of War that Gugu mentioned?
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