Resignation! I dumped the abstinent president and returned to the rich club

Song Zhe went back to his room and changed into clean clothes. Ji Zihan was waiting for him in the corridor.

"Tell me what's going on."

Ji Zihan roughly guessed that something must have happened between him and Xie Qingqing in Dian City.

Song Zhe took out a pack of crumpled soft Double Happiness cigarettes from his trouser pocket, poured out a cigarette and was about to light it when Ji Zihan snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

"It's all damp, stop smoking. If you have something to say, just talk about it."

Ever since he knew that Song Zhe had upgraded from a former competitor to his brother-in-law, he had no way to deal with this man. But after all, he was his brother-in-law, so he still had to give him some advice.

Song Zhe pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

Ji Zihan said: "When did you become so worried? You were not like this before."

Think about the first time they met, Song Zhe was still a stupid boy with no brains. His eyes were clear and stupid, and his whole body exuded a youthful aura.

However, in just a few years, his youthfulness faded, he became thinner, and his eyes showed that he had experienced many vicissitudes of life. At first glance, he seemed older than him.

Song Zhe called out softly, "Brother-in-law."

Then he raised his head and looked at Ji Zihan, "What do you think love is?"

Ji Zihan: “…”

"It's really unlike you to suddenly ask such a profound question."

Song Zhe closed his eyes and said, "I really don't understand."

"I envy you and my sister."

"You two went through so much trouble, but in the end you ended up together. But Qingqing and I, we've been together longer."

He stared blankly ahead. "She and I have been together since college. I have always given in to whatever she wanted and whatever she wanted to do. Why, why did it end up like this..."

Ji Zihan sighed, "Love... Actually, I don't really understand what it is."

"But I know that this path won't work if it's just wishful thinking."

"Let's assume that your sister has no feelings for me at all. I believe that even if I keep pestering her, she still won't choose me in the end."

"Besides, everyone's needs for love are different."

"Some people ask for nothing and are content with love, while some people's love needs money to support it. Otherwise, why is there a saying that poor couples are sad about everything?"

Song Zhe said with a sense of loss, "But I have been working hard and making money. Even if I come home exhausted every day, I still take care of her mood and her food and drink. But she doesn't feel sorry for me at all, and even complains that I can't give her a better life."

Ji Zihan was silent for a while and patted Song Zhe on the shoulder.

“The material base determines the superstructure.”

"You guys are living in poverty in Dian City, right? Your family has blocked your credit card and won't let anyone send you money?"

Song Zhe nodded.

"I can actually understand from your perspective."

"You and Xie Qingqing both grew up in a privileged family. You were raised in a well-off environment, like two flowers in a greenhouse. You have never experienced any major setbacks."

"She must have had some psychological trauma since she was rescued from the accident. She consciously wanted to have a better life than before. This is a psychological reflex of people avoiding harm."

"Think about it. You have always lived a life of wealth. This time you go out with no money in your hands. Then you can only work hard every day to make a living. It is tiring and hard. If you have a choice and are allowed to live like this again, are you willing?"

Song Zhe opened his mouth and said hesitantly, "I..."

"I do not know."

He thought about it carefully. After he went to Dian City, he was under financial pressure and had less patience than when he was in Hai City when facing Xie Qingqing's mood swings.

Many, many times, when he came home from get off work in the morning and walked in the dim alley, he had to smoke several cigarettes downstairs before he could muster up the courage to convince himself to go upstairs.

If he were to be honest, he was also afraid to face her.

"So, you're back. Where is Xie Qingqing now? You didn't abandon her in Dian City by yourself, did you? "

Song Yuning suddenly appeared from behind them and patted Song Zhe.

Seeing that Song Zhe and Ji Zihan had not come downstairs for a long time, she came up to check.

But she didn't expect that Ji Zihan, who was not a talkative person, could have such a heart-to-heart talk with Song Zhe.

Song Zhe was shocked for a moment and shook his head quickly, "I sent her back to her grandmother's house..."

"Originally, I had a quarrel with her and was so angry that I wanted to leave. But she couldn't leave by herself, so I had to send her back to Hai City."

Song Yuning nodded, "That's pretty good, not that stupid."

"If you leave her there by herself, you won't be able to escape responsibility if something happens to her. What will your uncle and aunt do then?"

"Since she has returned to her own home, her family will naturally take care of her. Don't think too much about it."

"You've done enough over the years."

Song Yuning did not express her opinion on Xie Qingqing. Anyway, she had been at odds with her since college.

We have done our best by not pursuing the matter of Country A. As for what she went through later, it is pitiful, but it was also her own fault, so I will not comment on it.

"Let's go downstairs to eat."

"You must be hungry..."

She dragged Song Zhe downstairs.

At the dinner table, when Mr. Song saw Song Zhe, he was so angry that he trembled.

Their family had few children. The eldest daughter died early, and the youngest son, Song Lan, was their only son. The family doted on him, fearing that he would suffer. Now it seemed that they had spoiled him for the wrong reason.

At first, he had hoped that Song Zhe would be able to support the Song family together with Song Yuning in the future. Now, it seems that it is really hopeless...

If Song Zhe could be half as capable as Ji Zihan, he wouldn't be so angry.

"you you!"

"It's really useless!"

He waved his hand, not bothering to respond.

Song Yuning made him a cup of tea and advised him kindly, "Okay, okay, the most important thing in the world is eating."

She looked at her uncle and aunt again, "No one is allowed to curse at the dinner table."

Lu Xiaoyue curled her lips and said, "Humph, this is Xiaoji's first visit, so for his sake, I won't mention it."

Song Yuning replied, "That's right, let's talk about it after dinner."

Old Master Song glanced at Ji Zihan and suddenly an idea came to him.

He called out to Ji Zihan, "Xiao Ji."

Ji Zihan was surprised to be called out and was stunned for a moment.

He still had some respect for Old Master Song. After all, he was the man who could even make his father obey him.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" He put down his chopsticks obediently.

Mr. Song smiled and asked, "How is your work usually like? Are you busy?"

Ji Zihan's eyes paused. Why did she suddenly care about his work?

Maybe you’re afraid that he’s too busy at work and can’t take care of the family.

"Fortunately, I'm not too busy. I still have time to spend with Ningning and Hanhan." He explained.

Mr. Song laughed, "I'm not worried about that. I just want to ask if you need a follower."

He glanced at Song Zhe.

Ji Zihan understood immediately.

It seems that Mr. Song wants to send Song Zhe to his place to gain some experience. After all, the Song family has such a large business, and it cannot all be placed on Song Yuning alone.

Although he saw that Song Zhe also had a slight headache, he couldn't refuse since the old man had spoken.

In order to make his wife feel more relaxed in the future, he had to say, "We still need a driver."

Shi Yi, who was far away in Hai City, sneezed suddenly. He rubbed his nose: Why do I feel like I'm going to be unemployed?

Seeing Ji Zihan agreed, Mr. Song waved his hand and said to Song Zhe, "Okay! Song Zhe, pack up and go drive for your brother-in-law tomorrow!"

He didn't care whether Song Zhetong agreed or not.

Lu Xiaoyue said in a sarcastic tone, "Xiao Ji, you better be careful then."

"Don't let him drive the car into the ditch."

Song Zhe said in a low voice, unconvinced, "I'm not that bad."

Lu Xiaoyue wanted to say something else, but Song Lan immediately blocked her mouth with a piece of meat.