Chapter 12 Remembering the past

  Yuncheng Song Family

   It was already 10:30 in the evening when Song Fengwan came home from the studio. Song Jingren hadn't come back after going out to socialize, and the house seemed extraordinarily quiet and empty.

   "Miss, you are back. There is still soup in the kitchen. I will serve you a bowl." The woman who spoke was in her forties, everyone called her Aunt Liang, and she had been helping Song Fengwan at the Song family since Song Fengwan could remember.

   "Thank you, Aunt Liang." Since Song Fengwan entered the third year of high school, she had to stay up until one or two o'clock every day before going to bed. Qiao Aiyun was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it, so she asked someone to make soup for her every day.

  There are so many geniuses in this world, but others work harder than you.

  Aunt Liang put the white, thick and fragrant fish soup in front of her, and took another look at the coat she was wearing.

  She has lived to such an advanced age, she can tell at a glance that the workmanship of this dress is extraordinary, and the most important thing is that it is a man's dress.

   "By the way, Aunt Liang...you can help me take this coat outside for dry cleaning tomorrow." Song Fengwan said.

   "Okay." She nodded with a smile, without asking too many questions.

  When Song Feng’s evening soup was almost finished, Song Jingren came back from the dinner. With the support of his secretary, he fell and crashed into the room, reeking of alcohol, squinting at the living room, "Is get out of class just over?"

His body is fluffy, his steps are staggering, his eyes are bloodshot and red, and he obviously drank a lot of wine. The Song Corporation is also considered a leading large company in Yuncheng. No one dares to pour wine for Song Jingren at the wine table. How could he Drink like this?

   "Yeah." Ever since Jiang Fengya's incident, the relationship between the father and daughter has been tepid, and they are very polite.

   "President Song, I'll go first." The secretary helped Song Jingren onto the sofa, then turned his head and winked at Song Fengwan before turning and leaving.

   "Uncle Zhang, I'll see you off." Song Fengwan immediately understood.

   When the two of them walked to the yard, Secretary Zhang spoke.

"Miss, I know that a lot of things have happened at home recently, and you are not at ease. In fact, Mr. Song has also had a lot of troubles recently. There is something wrong with the company's biggest project this year, and the family is like this..." Secretary Zhang said embarrassingly. Euphemistically, "You have nothing to do and comfort him more."

  Song Fengwan listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

  She knew very well in her heart that the company's projects were not the root cause, but the Fu family was the most important.

  Song Jingren used to think that it didn't matter who she or Jiang Fengya married into the Fu family, they were both her daughters anyway, but he didn't expect the Fu family to be so disgusted with Jiang Fengya that they let Mr. Fu come to the door in person.

  If he forcibly matches Jiang Fengya and Fu Yuxiu together, the marriage will fail, the in-laws will fail, and the Fu family will be offended. How can he not worry.

"That Ms. Jiang's identity is as difficult as entering the Fu family. Mr. Song has had less contact with her recently. Don't think too much about it. The most important thing is to study hard." His usual movements are clearer than anyone else.

  Secretary Zhang's meaning was very clear. Song Jingren didn't dare to get in touch with Jiang Fengya too much out of concern for the Fu family. At least for the time being, this woman won't cause any trouble, so let her relax.

   "Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Song Fengwan smiled and sent him to the door of the house before turning back.

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  When Song Fengwan returned to the living room, Song Jingren was drinking honey water, his face was flushed, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.

  She greeted him and went upstairs directly.

  Although Song Jingren was drunk, he was still conscious. If it was the past, Song Fengwan would definitely scold him for drinking too much, but now he is so cold.

  He smiled miserably, and swallowed the remaining half glass of water.

  When Song Fengwan returned to the bedroom, he put down his schoolbag and turned around to search for pajamas in the closet. He caught a glimpse of a black dress out of the corner of his eye and was stunned for a moment.

  Suddenly remembered my first time in a bar many days ago...

  She drank a lot that day, and couldn't remember many things clearly. When she woke up in the morning, she was already at home.

  Because Jiang Fengya officially came to the door the next day, she didn't think carefully about what happened that night, but now it suddenly occurred to her that only one sentence popped out of her mind.

  【Pursuing the third master of the Fu family】

  Song Fengwan's pupils dilated suddenly, my mother, did she say such a thing?

dying.

  She tore the skirt off the hanger, crumpled it up like a mess, stuffed it in the back of the closet, took off her pajamas and ran to the bathroom.

  She took off her clothes and turned on the shower. The steam was warm and smoky, and the whole bathroom was steamed in a cloud of mist. Her thoughts were slowly brought back to the day when she was drunk...

  **

  That day was the fifth day after Fu Yuxiu proposed to break off the engagement with her, and it was also the day she learned that Fu Yuxiu had another new love, and on the same day, she knew that the person named Jiang Fengya was actually her half-sister.

   It was like the plot of a dog-blood TV series, Song Fengwan was in a daze.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that the whole world was on the verge of collapsing. She had always been well-behaved and restrained, and would never go to bars and nightclubs, but she wanted to indulge herself once that day, so she bought a full-fledged dress at the instigation of her friend. In a small black dress, it was the first time I went to a bar.

  Fu Yuxiu's matter is secondary. Although the two are engaged, their relationship is average.

  But the appearance of Jiang Fengya may disintegrate her family. In her heart, Song Jingren has always been a loving father. Now his image has collapsed, and her whole family is in danger. How can she not be in a hurry.

  In the bar, the lights are flickering, and the sensuality is a world of bliss that is completely different from the outside. The deafening music, every drum beat, makes the cells of the whole body jump.

  Song Fengwan actually regretted stepping here.

   "Let's go over there." Some of the people who came with her were regulars here, so no one checked Song Fengwan's identity when they came in.

   "Let me tell you, have fun here tonight, I promise you can forget everything outside."

   "That's right, don't think about it tonight."

  Song Fengwan smiled bitterly, it was too late for her to go back now.

  In the corner on the other side, a few men in black were guarding the outside of the table, and there were only two people sitting in the table inside.

   "Fu San, you want to practice it for me, arrange me to come to the bar, but not allow me to drink?" The man with his head bowed and complained held a glass of iced lemon water.

   "I believe in Buddhism, so I can't drink alcohol."

  The man snorted coldly, "Don't fool me with this, why don't you give up all the meat."

  Fu Chen lowered his head and stroked the Buddhist beads in his hand, but didn't speak. He sat upright with a calm expression, and his arrogance and self-restraint were incompatible with this place.

   "Fu San, you said you are getting old, why don't I find a few later..." The man posted over, "Will you have a meal?"

  Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, "Drink more, I will send you on your way tomorrow."

"Damn, can you talk? I'm on a trip. I'm on the road. Don't be clumsy." The man complained with a smile, not caring about his poisonous tongue, and suddenly lowered his head and pointed not far away, "Hey, that How about it? The one in the black dress looks pretty."

  Fu Chen glanced in the direction of his finger.

  Why is she?

  His ex...nephew and daughter-in-law.

   Hehe... I'm going to talk about the first meeting between the two

   You are very excited.

   By the way, Sanye, your friend is right, why don't you give up all the meat.

   Third Master: You control too much...

I:…

  

  

  (end of this chapter)