Reborn with his cute dad to pick up trash at sea

eight pm

Tong's Hotel Banquet Hall

Inside the presidential suite on the top floor of Tong’s Hotel.

He looked at the Chinese man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him, from the time Xiao Di's body was salvaged, to the time it was cremated and finally scattered into the sea.

This man was present from beginning to end. George still remembered the first time they met, the man's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to eat him alive. He seemed to regard him as a murderer and wanted to cut him into pieces.

Uh……

Although he did not directly cause Xiao Di's death, Xiao Di did die because of saving his son.

As the heir to a top consortium, he had one of the few remaining consciences and a hint of regret.

So, he brought his wife and children here, wanting to make up for it as much as possible.

But now, this man stopped him from attending the banquet, and George felt offended and couldn't understand it.

So he was not very happy: "Song, I need an explanation."

Since George obtained the status of heir, he seldom encountered anyone opposing him. He only got to know Song in the past few days. He realized that Song, a Chinese, was indeed capable of gaining a foothold in the financial market of the United States, and he admired him very much.

But that's just appreciation.

The inequality in status made him look down on the other person to some extent.

Song Jingchen held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, turning them gently, his long eyelashes covering the sadness in his eyes.

"She doesn't like it."

She doesn't like these flashy things, and she doesn't like the world of fame and fortune that exposes human nature.

What's more, the banquet held in her name would not let her rest in peace even after her death.

"?" George was confused.

He specially held this party just to thank Xiao Di and let her be remembered. Besides, such banquets are very normal in the West.

"Your ideas are not what she wants."

"Song, I'm curious, are you really just her friend?"

George looked at Song Jingchen playfully. When they met for the first time, he asked him who he was to Xiao Di.

He remembered that at that time Song Jingchen was like a balloon that had been punctured. He quickly wilted and restrained all his emotions before answering.

"friend."

After these few contacts, he could feel that Song Jingchen was like a lone wolf whose partner had passed away.

Facing this world's top heir, Song Jingchen never showed any disrespect on his face and remained calm.

"Is Mr. Watson really here for compensation?" Song Jingchen said indifferently: "As far as I know, Chris has suffered from hydrophobia since he drowned."

George put away the nonchalance on his face, straightened his back, and his blue eyes shone sharply.

No one knew about this except the family doctor.

"Song, I don't know where you got this information from. I don't want to hear this again."

Song Jingchen did not comment.

"You want your child to get up from where he fell. This method is not unique to your family."

Song Jingchen looked at George's unhappy face and continued:

"I heard that Mr. George has a research project and wants to enter the Chinese market."

George looked at Song Jingchen with a scrutinizing gaze, with a hint of fear in his heart.

This information is top secret. How could the Weir Group, which has just established itself in the financial market, get this information?

"Song, do you want a piece of the pie?"

George did not deny Song Jingchen's words. This time, in addition to treating Chris's injuries, he also came to find a partner.

"No." Song Jingchen shook his head: "I just want her to die in a pure way."

At the following banquet, how many people came purely for her?

This is a banquet to commemorate the deceased, a place of fame and fortune to expand one's network, and a trade fair for those who are actively seeking personal gain.

Reality is sad, but there is nothing we can do about it.

This was the last thing he could do for her.

George: "..."

Is there anything pure in this world?

However, he did have some concerns. Once Chris's illness became known to the outside world, it would cause considerable unrest, and the Watson family was not a monolithic group.

At this moment, the door was opened.

A young woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure appeared in front of the door. She had the typical blue eyes of a Westerner, white skin, and golden hair.

She was accompanied by her two children, Chris and Ann, holding hands.

The young woman smiled and asked softly, "Dear, are you done talking?"

George held out his hand and the young woman placed it in his.

"Lucy, I'm afraid we can't come to the party tonight."

Lucy had a puzzled look on her face, "Why?"

George touched her head: "Because you are sick."

Lucy Onassis, the daughter of the shipping magnate of the United States,...

"Ok, I'm not feeling well."

As expected of a married couple, although Lucy Onassis was hesitant for a moment, she immediately agreed, as her husband would not do anything meaningless.

It just so happened that she was playing with her two children in the room and was not bored at all.