Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

The sky was gloomy, and the gate of Changchun Garden was still closed. Song Bingjue looked at Changchun Garden, which hadn't been seen for a long time, and the impatience between his brows and eyes became more and more serious. If it wasn't for the unknown situation, he would have rushed in now.

Han Xiuxing walked over in a hurry, his complexion still not good, "The drone we sent out just now has been discovered, and Ji Yunhua sent someone to shoot it down."

"...Is there any other way?"

He turned his head to look at his subordinates, the tiredness and heaviness in his eyes was shocking, and his chin was determined:

"Since there is no better way, I have to use my own method to solve it."

"President, what do you mean..."

Can't help frowning, Han Xiu guessed what he was thinking, and hurriedly stopped:
"No, this is in the mainland. What's more, because of Shen Yu's incident not long ago, there has been a lot of turmoil here. If you act rashly, you will only leave others with excuses!"

"Don't I know what you're talking about?"

Unable to sneer, Song Bingjue shifted his eyes to the door plaque of Changchun Garden, "Isn't this what he wants to see?"

Ji Yunhua has planned for many years, until now he intentionally exposes himself to everyone's eyes, he has already laid out the plan, and now he is just waiting for him to jump down.

He doesn't know what role he's been playing all these years, but if that's the only way to get her back, then so be it.

"Han Xiu, you have been with me for a long time, and you are very familiar with the operation of the entire group and organization."

The rain gradually came down, and fell bit by bit on Song Bingjue's three-dimensional face, which was as firm and decisive as a shipwreck:
"No matter what happens after I walked in today, you have to guard the Song family, keep a low profile, and stabilize the overall situation. The Song family... This is my mother's property, and I don't want it to be buried in my hands."

"President! What nonsense are you talking about! The group is the brainchild of Madam, you can't—"

"It is precisely because it is my mother's painstaking effort, so you must guard it even more."

With a hand knife, Han Xiu, who was about to pull him to dissuade him, was knocked unconscious. Song Bingjue handed him over to the two bodyguards behind, "Take him back, if he wants to do something impulsive, let him Think about what I said today."

Although these two bodyguards were also members of "Dragon Palace", they didn't know him as well as Han Xiu after all. They only knew how to obey his orders. They nodded and quickly carried the unconscious Han Xiu back into the car.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and after a while, Song Bingjue's suit was drenched. He watched the black vehicles go away. After the street returned to calm and deserted, he walked towards the gate of Changchun Garden step by step.

Seeing him coming again, the guards at the small pavilion by the door hurriedly stopped him:
"Don't come here, I won't open the door if you say anything else. As I said, you want to go in unless our young master speaks—"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gun was silently pressed against his abdomen. The porter turned pale with fright, and his lips trembled:

"You, why do you have a gun?!"

"Can you open the door now?"

Smiling evilly, Song Bingjue looked at the camera hidden above the eaves. He knew that Ji Yunhua must be watching behind the screen, "Huh? Ji Yunhua?"

The fact is exactly the same. Sitting in front of the monitor, Ji Yunhua looked at Song Bingjue, who seemed to have changed before and after, and showed a meaningful smile:

"He finally showed his true colors..."

Uncle Jiu naturally didn't understand what he meant, but he was also happy when he saw the smile he hadn't seen for a long time:
"How could Song Bingjue be our young master's opponent? It's already in our plan to push him to this point."

"Uncle Jiu, ask the concierge to let people in."

If he didn't open the door again, Ji Yunhua wasn't sure if Song Bingjue would really shoot and kill people, after all, he was famous for his ruthlessness in the past.

Song Bingjue, who was passed by, went all the way unimpeded, and was brought to the living room by Uncle Nine. Song Bingjue looked at Ji Yunhua, who was sitting on the large Chinese sofa, who was not surprised, this young man who had been planning for a long time, with dark eyes:

"I underestimated you, Ji Yunhua."

"I also underestimated your affection for her."

Ji Yunhua raised his eyes lightly, looking at the few variables in his plan, "However, your meeting was a mistake."

"There are too many mistakes in the world, but in the end they all come together in an encounter."

Song Bingjue, standing here, also confirmed his previous conjecture when looking at Ji Yunhua's seemingly calm eyes, which were actually turbulent:

"There are too many desires and unwillingness in your eyes, as if you are asking me, why me?"

"Yeah, why you."

His mind was exposed by him, Ji Yunhua was not embarrassed or embarrassed, the original warm light in his eyes faded away little by little, the usually gentle young man seemed to be swallowed up by another person with the same skin:
"I watched this butterfly that belonged to me grow up day by day. One day, when the time is right, she will return to my hands... She is my wife, so what are you?"

"You didn't hold her tight, and you didn't protect her well. How can you say she will come back to you?"

With a sarcastic smile, Song Bingjue looked at Ji Yunhua with a gloomy face, "If I'm not wrong, you knew her whereabouts a long time ago. But you didn't tell the Cheng family, but let her wander for so many years, even without Take her under your wing."

Seeing that his face was gloomy, but he didn't refute, he realized that his guess was correct, and he sneered:
"You regard her as a pawn you use, thinking that she will live under your control for the rest of her life. But one day, this pawn breaks free from your shackles and has a life of her own. Only then do you remember in a daze that she is Your wife—Ji Yunhua, don't you find it ironic?"

"What do you know?"

The cynicism between his words made Ji Yunhua slightly emotional. He stepped over the sofa and grabbed Song Bingjue's jaw:
"You were born with smooth sailing, no hatred, and you don't have to think hard about running for your family or your parents. You can live a bright and honest life and do whatever you want! You stole my wife, and you're still here brazenly trying to take her away! Song Bingjue, Do you think I will watch her fall into your arms?"

"No matter what you think, do you think you can still influence her thoughts now?"

Pulling off his hand vigorously, Song Bingjue had a mocking smile on his face, and he looked at him:
"Isn't it because you have nothing to do with her that you use this method of breaking the boat? When you met her in England, you should be very clear about her attitude, right?"

"She was just confused by you for a while."

Frowning, Ji Yunhua turned around, picked up the goblet from the sofa and took a big sip, then looked back at him with gloomy eyes:

"She is my butterfly, whether in the past or in the future."

"What are you thinking?"

The girl who was distracted while playing the piano was startled by the man's abrupt words, and pressed a wrong key with her finger. Suddenly, the piano made a chaotic sound, and her face suddenly turned pale:
"You, why did you come back so early today?"

"It's all over."

While talking, Xie Ning loosened his bow tie, this action immediately made her take two steps back, Lin Weihai picked up the music score that he had left on the ground, lowered his head and said:

"I'll go up first."

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? What have you done to offend me?"

Sitting down on the piano bench, the man casually pressed the black and white keys a few times, and then there was a look of disgust on his face:
"My mother bought this piano when I was four years old. She said that the family business of the Xie family would be inherited by Xie Sen, and I just needed to be an artist who may be outstanding or mediocre. She gave me I chose a pianist as my future career."

She didn't want to be in the same room with such a dangerous person, but his experience always carried an irresistible attraction, tempting her to stay.

"As she wished, I was very attentive in learning the piano. She thought that my education was successful, and I would not compete with Xie Sen for the family fortune. I am a child who keeps my own place. Apart from completing my studies, I spend half of my life every day. The time is given to the piano, and I will chat with the young piano teacher, describing to her the good life of the Xie family, the troubles between my parents, and my father's preferences."

At the beginning, Xie Ning's fingering was still a little strange and flawed. As the story unfolded, his fingertips jumped up and down on the keys like a fluttering butterfly:

"I could tell at the first glance that this piano teacher's mind was not well-behaved. On the day she first came, she was wearing a fake famous brand. Her real thoughts. Weihai, no one's small thoughts can escape my eyes...do you have anything to say to me?"

Shocked by the direction of the story, Lin Weihai's heart skipped a beat. She remained calm and looked at the man who was still playing the piano gracefully:
"What should I tell you? Isn't my life under your watch?"

"It seems you don't want to say it."

As he said that, the tune of Xie Ning's subordinates changed, from the previous random playing to the prelude to Debussy's "The Sea". :

What did he discover again?
"Xie Sen wants to take this position back? Impossible."

After playing a piece, Xie Ning seemed to be talking to himself. He glanced at the girl with pale lips, "This time you think you have a choice? What a naive child."