MTL - Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub-Chapter 81 She must hate him

  Chapter 81 She should hate him so much

  Song Ziyun didn't answer directly.

  After so many years, she has already figured out her own father's thoughts very clearly.

   "Dad, anyway, I'm not in a hurry about getting married. I'll tell you as soon as I have good news." She purposely spoke speciously, leaving room for speculation.

   Sure enough, Song Chunsheng was very straightforward, and even expressed his satisfaction and appreciation to her, "Okay, but as soon as possible. You are already twenty-four this year, and the older girls are, the less popular they are. You need to hurry up."

   Fang Ru felt elated, but she didn't expect her daughter to know the next heir of the Yan family! It can be regarded as giving her a long face.

  Song Yueliang's ability is of no use. She conceived before she was married, leaving her with a bad reputation.

  A woman who works hard in the business district and shows her face in public can only earn a small real estate company.

  Where can it be as good as her daughter? In the future, as long as she marries into Yan's family, her daughter will hold half of the business empire in her hands. Song Yueliang will only look up to her in her life!

  The atmosphere at the dinner table changed from the initial stalemate to harmony.

   At this time, the phone rang on Song Ziyu's waist.

  After he answered the phone and answered a few words, he stopped eating, got up and went out, "Yanqin asked me to drink, I'm leaving first, you guys eat slowly."

   To be honest, he was not interested in the conversations at the dinner table.

  Anyway, regardless of whether you are marrying or getting married, you must first calculate the benefits.

  It's the same for any big family, even he himself will be sold in the future.

   Very boring.

   Crown Clubhouse.

  Song Ziyu parked his car and went straight to the booth on the second floor. When he passed the winding corridor, there was a noise in front of him.

   "Stinky bitch, it's for your face to let you drink with me! How can you pretend to be aloof in this kind of place!"

   "A poor waiter dares to disrespect me, don't you want to do it?"

   "Fuck, give me a drink! Hahahahaha!"

  The middle-aged obese man, who was drunk, held down a waitress at the entrance of the booth, and poured alcohol into her mouth to humiliate her for fun.

   "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The waitress struggled hard, and the drink poured her all over her head and body, and she was in a panic.

   Song Ziyu was ready to go around as soon as he turned his heels.

   This kind of thing has happened a lot in entertainment clubs, it's the norm.

  He glanced in that direction lightly, and when he looked back, he saw the face of the waitress forced to look up.

  Pale and weak, she should have been lovely and pitiful.

  But her eyes were cold and unyielding, revealing a determination that was completely different from the appearance.

  The eyes are dark and bright, like a black vortex hidden, which can attract people.

   "Stop."

  …

  Song Ziyu went to the agreed booth, five minutes later.

  Yanqin sat behind the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, fully watching the scene of his hero saving the beauty.

  In the entire deck, he was the only one there, looking empty and deserted.

  If it weren't for the blaring music coming from downstairs, the atmosphere of this booth would not be like being in an entertainment venue at all.

   "Aqin, why are you the only one here?" Song Ziyu was sensitive to the strangeness, and half-jokingly said something after taking his seat, but he raised it in his heart.

  The man on the opposite side was dressed in black and black pants, sitting on a large sofa, with half of his body sunk in the shadows, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

  In the swirling light and shadow, the man raised his head slightly, and a cold light flashed from the gold-rimmed mirror frame on the bridge of his nose.

   "Zi Yu, how long have we known each other?" Yan Qin asked.

   "Ten years." Song Ziyu replied.

  On the low table between the two of them, there was a high-concentration foreign wine. Song Ziyu took the wine glass and poured a full glass, then drank it with his head raised.

"Ten years of friends, I thought we should have everything to say between us, enough to entrust trust." Yanqin's face was half-lit, and all emotions seemed to be buried under the swirling light and shadow, "But until now, you You didn't tell me the truth, what happened back then, I don't know?"

  Song Ziyu was dumb, and after a while, he reached out and wiped his face, "Young Master Qin, I'm sorry for you in this matter."

  Actually, when he received Yanqin's call, he vaguely guessed Yanqin's purpose for asking him out.

  As a brother, it was indeed his fault that he concealed that incident from Yanqin back then.

   "We have been brothers for so many years, probably only I know how much you liked Song Yueliang back then."

   "You want to be with her, and in order to be able to marry her, I have seen all the struggles you have made with your family."

   "So I found out that she was pregnant. I really don't know how to tell you about it. Do you want me to tell you directly that the person you like so much put a cuckold on you?"

  In addition, the family attached great importance to the marriage with the Yan family, so when his father forced Song Yueliang to kill the child, he didn't stop him, and was even secretly happy.

  Maybe that child is gone. From then on, as long as everyone doesn’t mention it, they can pretend that it never happened.

   When the two families get married successfully, the Song family will be happy, and Yanqin will be happy. Isn't that the best of both worlds?

   It's just that he didn't expect that Song Yueliang would be so stupid that she would rather die than marry the Yan family, and from then on, she regarded the Song family and Yanqin as enemies.

  He didn't understand, what's wrong with marrying into Yan's family?

  Yanqin is good-looking, rich and capable, no matter how many people ask for marriage, they can't get it!

   "You guys, how did you force her?" In the shadow of the sofa, the man opened his lips, his voice low and hoarse.

  Song Ziyu looked over, and for a moment, he caught the man's eyes behind the lens, which was so cold and stern that his heart beat violently.

   "Young Master Qin..."

"Song Ziyu, when I still consider you a friend, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise, my friendship with you and the Song family will come to an end." Yan Qin leaned forward, expressionless, but the domineering aura followed his Move, tyranny pressed forward, "You know, my methods are never gentle."

   "Grass!" Song Ziyu stroked his hair vigorously, and said angrily, "I'll tell you everything, let's do it!"

   It was late at night when we left the clubhouse.

  The street lights and neon lights are still there, but the street has become deserted.

  Yanqin sat in the car, told the driver the address, and leaned on the seat to look out the window.

   This is the seat she sat in when we met last time.

  At that time, she was looking out of the window like this, so that he could not see her expression.

   At that time, was her heart as heavy and cold as his now?

   I'm afraid there are more than that.

   She should hate him very much.

  If it wasn't for him to get married, she wouldn't have suffered those pains at all.

   "Young Master Qin, do you want to stop here?" The driver ahead asked cautiously.

  This is an ordinary low-rise residential area. There are roads between buildings and flower beds.

   But that's all, there is no garage, a bunch of bicycles, motorcycles and even small cars can only be parked next to each other next to the flower garden.

   From the driver's point of view, this kind of place does not meet the status of Qin Shao.

  Yanqin came back to his senses, looked out, and hummed, "You can get off work, I will drive the car back by myself."

  The driver hurriedly got out of the car and left, and only looked back when he was far away.

  The black car was parked on the side of the road, and the man had already got out of the car. His tall and tall figure was leaning against the front of the car, quietly and motionless.

  Under the night, only the scarlet light between the man's fingers flickered on and off.

  At this time, the residents in the building have already fallen asleep, and there is darkness everywhere, and they don't know what Qin Shao is doing here.

  (end of this chapter)