Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

He hugged Weng Huizhu, patted her back gently with his hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't you understand me yet? What ridiculous things I can do is just to bankrupt the company..."

"After Tan Yanxi's mother and I divorced, I completely calmed down. I originally wanted to come back to see you and Wen Jing from a distance, but I didn't expect that my father was seriously ill. As the eldest son, I should be filial by my side. and……"

"I realized that I don't have any feelings for you."

Song Chengyi was very gentle, smiled slightly, and was completely different from He Tan Yanxi who had just spoken harshly.

Song Wenjing's eyes were half-squinted, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was secretly sarcastic. She was about to give Song Chengyi an Oscar statuette.

In this acting skill, he is really inferior.

He glanced at his mother again, and she turned out to be following this trick. His expression softened a lot, and he said, "Of course I believe you. I know who you are."

No one with a love brain can do this to her.

Song Wenjing suddenly thought of Shi Sheng.

Maybe three years of marriage had worn away Shi Sheng's love brain, and she no longer acted emotionally or had to rely on him, but why was Weng Huizhu still so devoted to Song Chengyi after being abandoned for more than ten years?

Song Wenjing couldn't figure it out.

Song Chengyi glared at Tan Yanxi with warning in his eyes.

Tan Yanxi knew that she couldn't take Song Chengyi away today.

She sighed, tilted her head slightly, and a wry smile escaped her lips.

Weng Huizhu didn't want to talk to Yan Xi and brought the topic back to before: "Just let your father work in the company. Look at how those netizens scold you now. They say you are unfilial."

"I am just not filial, my father is not kind, why should I be filial? What a joke, Mom, when did I care about the opinions of netizens? Who are they to me? I am so busy every day, but I don't have that much time."

There are so many people scolding Song Wenjing, including netizens, competitors, and people who want him dead, but Song Wenjing never cares.

Weng Huizhu tightened her lips and sat down directly in Song Wenjing's office: "If you don't arrange work for your father today, you won't be able to go to work well."

Song Wenjing:......

What a bummer.

However, after these two incidents, Song Wenjing finally saw Weng Huizhu clearly.

Indeed, as Shi Sheng said, he has no brains and only thinks about men.

Song Wenjing closed her eyes, turned back to her office, and began to process official documents: "You can do whatever you want."

Seeing that he really didn't care, Weng Huizhu was furious.

Tan Yanxi felt that she shouldn't stay any longer. She glanced at Song Wenjing and said calmly: "Song, Mr. Song, I'm leaving first."

Song Wenjing ignored it.

Tan Yanxi glanced at Song Chengyi again, bit her lip, and said nothing.

She really couldn't change what Song Chengyi had decided.

Seeing Tan Yanxi leaving, Weng Huizhu snorted heavily.

On the other side, in the hospital, Shi Sheng fed Mr. Song some food. The doctor said he shouldn't eat too much for the time being, so although the old man still wanted to eat, Shi Sheng wouldn't let him eat.

It is said that if there is an old man in the family, it is like having a treasure. Shi Sheng even coaxed him for a long time.

Then she looked at her phone and found that Song Wenjing had sent her a lot of messages.

[Shengsheng, Song Chengyi is coming to the company to work. 】

[Shengsheng, how can we let him go? 】

[Shengsheng, how is grandpa? If he knows about this, please help me comfort him and tell him not to worry. 】

Shi Sheng read them one by one, and finally saw that Song Wenjing secretly took a photo of Weng Huizhu and Song Chengyi in his office. The two were cuddling together. The scene had an indescribable... strange feeling.

Shi Sheng thought, maybe it was because it was Song Wenjing's office.

After all, Song Wenjing's office is black and white, cold, ascetic, high-end, and luxurious. It doesn't look like a place where you can flirt, and it even has a sense of oppression.

Shi Sheng silently felt sorry for him for three seconds.

At this time, Mr. Song suddenly said: "Did that brat send you the message?"

Shi Sheng raised his head, put away his cell phone to avoid being seen by the old man, and slowly shook his head: "It's not him."

Unexpectedly, the old man said in confusion: "Other than Wen Jing, who else can make you laugh so happily?"

Shi Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Grandpa, am I smiling happily?"

Mr. Song nodded: "Yes, but you didn't feel it yourself."

Shi Sheng touched her face. Did she show it so obviously?

Later, when I saw the smile on the old man's face, I realized that he was teasing me.