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"But your uncle said that neither he nor Song Xiaoran want to participate in your health care product business." Liu Xiuwen continued.

"What? They are unwilling to invest money?!" Song Zijie jumped out of bed in shock, "How is it possible! How is it possible! Mom, did you convey the wrong message?"

Liu Xiuwen was startled by his sudden yelling and said with lingering fear:

"How old are you kid and you are still shocked? I know your uncle's situation. He is really short of money recently."

Liu Xiuwen hesitated for a moment and did not tell Song Zijie about buying the land in Liujiazhuang. Otherwise, if her daughter wants to secure the land and she lends hundreds of thousands, it’s really hard to explain why her son doesn’t show the same sincerity.

In fact, Liu Xiuwen also believes that Song Zijie's health care products are unreliable.

"As for Song Xiaoran, she has never been of the same mind as us. How can you rely on her? In my opinion, only when she invests money in you should you be careful whether she wants to harm you!"

Speaking of Song Xiaoran, Liu Xiuwen's face was full of distrust.

"Is Song Xiaoran really such a person?" Song Zijie lost his mind for a moment and said dejectedly, "Then if they don't invest, how can I make a comeback?!"

Liu Xiuwen couldn't bear to see her son so discouraged, so she persuaded: "A living person can still choke to death. There are many places where you can get money. When Xiran comes back, our family will do a good job."

Song Zijie grabbed his mother's arm: "Mom, you have to help me."

Liu Xiuwen nodded: "Don't worry. Mom will definitely help you. You are a man, and men must have their own careers. Although Mom doesn't understand the health care products you want to make, your uncle said that this industry is ready. It's very profitable. Your uncle travels all over the world, I believe what he says."

Song Zijie was very excited after hearing this: "Mom, you are right. I will definitely succeed."

Liu Xiuwen changed the subject and said, "I promise to help you, but you also have to promise mom something."

Song Zijie was in a much better mood: "Mom, tell me, I will definitely do whatever I can do."

Liu Xiuwen nodded: "You and Xiaoli can move back to live together. Don't be so quarrelsome with your father. There is no overnight feud between the two fathers and sons. At that time, your father drove you out of the steel factory because of the situation. He was the leader. To eliminate those who use back doors and nepotism in the factory, we must set an example and take action on ourselves first!”

Song Zijie's face was full of displeasure, but at this time he also understood that he could not lose his mother's support again.

It would be best to bring his father in, so that his career can get twice the result with half the effort... Thinking of this, Song Zijie nodded and agreed:

"Mom, I can move back, but only by myself. Li Li wants to divorce me, and I agree."

This time, Liu Xiuwen was shocked: "Divorce? Why are you getting divorced again?"

Song Zijie sneered: "Mom, please listen clearly, she is the one who took the initiative to divorce me this time. Haha, husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, and they fly away when disaster strikes. She dislikes me for being locked up. She wants to protect herself and not hurt her. .”

After hearing this, Liu Xiuwen's tone was full of dissatisfaction with Li Li:

"How could Xiaoli do this? I have always regarded her as my own daughter. No, Zijie, do you have any misunderstanding?"

Song Zijie said with a cold face: "Can there be any misunderstanding? She personally mentioned the divorce to me in my uncle's car. Mom, if you don't believe me, you can ask your uncle. Don't ask anything else, just ask him if Li Li took the initiative to follow me. I want a divorce! If uncle says no, then I won’t divorce you."

Liu Xiuwen didn't pay attention to the trap hidden in Song Zijie's words. Seeing Song Zijie being so decisive, she naturally believed in her son:

"If that's the case, then let's divorce her! This Li Li, after so many years, she really knows people but doesn't know her heart. Oh, it's true that adversity reveals a person's heart! Your father and I encountered so many difficulties back then, and he went bankrupt several times. I never wanted to leave."

Song Zijie sighed: "Mom, how can Li Li compare with you! My dad is where he is today thanks to you being such a good wife."

When Liu Xiuwen heard her son's praise that she felt better, she stood up and said, "Okay. I'll go prepare dinner. What do you want to eat, son?"

Song Zijie smiled and said, "I like to eat whatever mom makes." "You've been sweeter than the second child since you were a kid." Liu Xiuwen cursed with a smile and went to the kitchen.

Song Zijie also stood up, came to the living room, turned on the TV and started watching.

Half an hour later, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Song Zijie looked out through the window and saw his father and his secretary entering the door, walking through the front yard and heading to the living room.

As soon as Song Zijie saw his father, he subconsciously turned off the TV and stood up nervously, feeling like an overheated ant for a moment:

"How would dad react when he saw me? Did Song Xiaoran secretly inform..."

As soon as Song Wenxuan entered the room, he also saw Song Zijie, his brows furrowed slightly: "Come back?"

Song Zijie lowered his head: "Yes, Dad, I'm back."

Facing his incompetent son, Song Wenxuan wanted to say something, but was afraid that he would say something too harsh. After all, he was actually a little happy that his son could come home. In the end, he could only say hum:

"Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

With that said, he took his secretary Yao Haiyang into the study.

Song Zijie didn't say anything when he saw his father gone, and couldn't help but feel completely relieved:

"It seems that I don't know. So does Song Xiaoran. Although he didn't continue to help me, at least he didn't make any secret reports."

Song Zijie couldn't help but relax and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Just then the doorbell rang. Song Zijie stood up and looked out the window at the door. He couldn't help but be shocked:

"Why is it her?!"

The person knocking on the door turned out to be Wang Yumeng!

While Song Zijie was still hesitating whether to open the door, Secretary Yao walked out of the study and explained as he walked: "Brother Song, Mr. Song wants me to see who is outside the door?"

Song Zijie grabbed him and said, "Yao Mi, you don't have to go. I'll just open the door. You hurry up and get busy."

Seeing how determined he was, Secretary Yao could only nodded and turned back to the study.

Song Zijie quickly came to the door, opened the door a crack, stepped out, and closed the door again.

"Zijie, just be okay!"

Wang Yumeng was obviously dressed up carefully today. Even though the weather was only a few degrees, she still put on Song Zijie's favorite skirt and was shivering all the way here.

Song Zijie pulled her to the corner, avoiding the family's sight, and lowered his voice:

"Why are you here! How do you know my home? Who told you!"

Wang Yumeng's eyes were red and he wanted to hug Song Zijie, but he held him down and couldn't help but said aggrievedly:

"I came here to pay my New Year greetings to Director Song. I just came here to see if you were okay, nothing else."

Song Zijie said coldly:

"Now that you've seen it, you can go!"