Xiao Wu didn't dare to ask more questions. When he heard the name Old Master Song, he knew that whatever Song Jiaye was about to do must be a major event.
After dropping Song Jiaye off at the Mingyue Hotel, Xiao Wu quickly called Old Master Song.
Song Jiaye didn't go to see Old Master Song last night. Instead, Song Yunsheng was on tenterhooks all night. He probed Old Master Song indirectly. Old Master Song sensed something was wrong, so he asked Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu hadn't made up his mind whether to tell him or not. But seeing Song Jiaye's state today, he had no choice but to speak up.
So he gritted his teeth and not only told Old Master Song about Song Yunsheng bypassing Song Jiaye and privately meeting Li Qiyu last night, but also truthfully reported his speculation that Song Jiaye and Li Qiyu might have quarreled today.
Old Master Song was enraged when he heard this. He was still planning to pass on his family fortune to his grandson. What on earth did this Song Yunsheng want to do? Was he trying to sow discord between his grandson and granddaughter - in - law?
However, when he heard from Xiao Wu that Song Jiaye had invited him over, he felt both nervous and a bit uneasy.
"Xiao Wu, what does he want with me?"
"Judging from Mr. Song's appearance, he should have something to talk to you about."
Normally, Old Master Song should be happy that Song Yi'an had taken the initiative to invite him. But at this moment, all he felt was panic. He asked on the phone, "Xiao Wu, tell me the truth. Is there something going on between Song Yunsheng and Li Xiyu?"
Hearing this, Xiao Wu quickly explained, "Old Master Song, you've misunderstood. Madam and Song Yunsheng are innocent. Madam took someone with her when she met him yesterday. She didn't go alone."
Only after hearing this did Old Master Song feel relieved.
"Xiyu is a very steady girl. She doesn't seem like the type to do such a thing."
Old Master Song agreed to Song Jiaye's invitation and asked his secretary to arrange for the ticket.
At this time, in the Mingyue Hotel, Song Yunsheng, who had just woken up and was still in his pajamas, was informed by the hotel manager that Song Jiaye was looking for him. After thinking for a while, he didn't even change his clothes and went straight to the restaurant.
It was still early. Most of the people dining in the restaurant at this time were hotel guests, mostly wearing bathrobes. In contrast, Song Jiaye was in a suit and tie, looking out of place in this environment.
That's why as soon as Song Yunsheng entered the restaurant, he easily spotted Song Jiaye at a window seat.
Song Yunsheng casually sat down opposite Song Jiaye and imitated Xiao Wu, calling him, "Mr. Song."
"Mr. Song has so much leisure time early in the morning. Did you come to find me for tea?"
Of course, Song Jiaye didn't have the time to chat with him. He got straight to the point. "Last night, you bypassed me and privately met my wife. As her husband, I have the right to ask what your business was."
Song Yunsheng glanced at Song Jiaye and said meaningfully, "You wouldn't understand the past between her and me even if I told you."
Hearing this, Song Jiaye's anger flared up. He tried hard to hold back his temper and said a name. "Zhou Donglin?"
Song Yunsheng looked up in surprise and exclaimed.
"She told you everything?"
Wasn't it said that the relationship between Li Xichi and Song Jiaye wasn't close?
Song Jiaye let him misunderstand and didn't explain. He said, "I know you're not Zhou Donglin, and I hope you'll stop using this to deceive and harass her."
Song Yunsheng sneered coldly. "You don't know anything. She just hasn't adapted yet. When she figures it out, she'll understand."
"I don't know anything?" Song Jiaye leaned back into the sofa, crossed his arms, looked at him, and said a phrase, "Thousands of Letters."
"What?" Song Yunsheng was confused by his sudden out - of - the - blue words and cursed under his breath, "Crazy."
Song Jiaye sneered coldly. "Didn't you claim to be Zhou Donglin? This is a poem you wrote in Spring and Yu Collection. How can you forget it?"
Caught red - handed, Song Yunsheng's face looked ugly. "So many years have passed. Who can remember every single word in a whole poetry collection?"
Song Jiaye didn't want to listen to his excuses anymore.
He knew that if it were really Zhou Donglin, he wouldn't have said such things.
He would remember every little detail about Li Qiyu.
Moreover, every word in this poetry collection came from the bottom of his heart.
Song Jiaye stood up. "Song Yunsheng, everyone has a bottom line."
"What? Are you threatening me?" Song Yunsheng's expression also turned cold.
"It's not a threat. It's a warning. This is the first and last time I'm warning you. Stay away from her."
Song Yunsheng's expression turned gloomy and ugly, but Song Jiaye clearly didn't care whether he was happy or not. He exposed Song Yunsheng's clumsy trick, only hoping that he would stop harassing Li Qiyu.
In his dream, Li Qiyu jumped off a building and died in front of him. He could only watch helplessly.
In reality, he had the opportunity to protect her. He would clear away all the dangers for her and escort her.
After Song Jiaye left, Song Yunsheng's good mood for the whole morning was gone.
"This damned Song Yi'an!"
He didn't know what he was being so arrogant about!
In Song Yunsheng's view, everything Song Yi'an had now should be his.
Yes, including his identity and status.
The Song family originally had a national surname, and he looked exactly the same as his ancient self. He must be his descendant.
However, Song Yunsheng had no good impression of such a descendant who didn't respect the old and love the young at all.
A father should be respected by his son, and besides, he was an ancestor.
The world is getting worse!
Of course, Song Yunsheng never fought a battle without preparation.
Once Old Master Song died, Song Yi'an's arrogance would come to an end. By then, he would take back both the Song family and Li Qiyu.
Old Master Song took the fastest flight and saw Song Jiaye in the afternoon.
Song Jiaye went to pick him up in person.
When Old Master Song saw Song Jiaye, tears welled up in his eyes. He never thought in his life that he would receive such treatment.
Song Jiaye took Old Master Song to a restaurant near the airport to welcome him. Along the way, Old Master Song was flattered.
He pinched himself and asked, "Am I not dreaming? Xiao... Jiaye."
Old Master Song didn't even dare to call him "Xiao An" in front of Song Jiaye because in the capital before, Song Jiaye was afraid that Li Qiyu would notice something was wrong, so he had strictly ordered Old Master Song to change his address.
This time, Song Jiaye said主动, "You can call me Xiao An."
The meaning of this sentence was far more than just a change of address.
"Do you... mean that you're willing to recognize me as your grandfather?"
Song Jiaye looked up at Old Master Song sitting opposite him.
It was impossible to say that he wasn't bothered.
This old man had once separated his parents, forced his pregnant mother to leave the Song family and become a single mother. He was also indirectly the murderer who caused his mother's death.
If he said he forgave him now, it would seem like he was betraying his mother.