The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 412 Determination
The reason why Meng Ziheng was willing to stand up to clarify the rumors was because he received a photo of himself and Song Ye being secretly photographed.He could bear the pressure on him, but he didn't want to let his friends be implicated, so when the old man of the Meng family asked to clarify at the banquet, he agreed to the matter.

But I never thought that the old man of the Meng family was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking, so he was caught off guard when he came on stage.

"Grandpa." Mencius stepped forward with a gloomy face, and his figure stepped into the spotlight.

"Ziheng, grandpa is getting old. The Meng family is a foundation passed down from generation to generation, and you will be responsible for it from now on. Tong'er grew up in my Meng family and is the most suitable child for you. In the future, I can help you straighten the entire Meng family. Jiye, Grandpa sincerely wishes you all." Mr. Meng was so sincere on the stage that he was almost crying, but the applause from the audience was thunderous, and it was unclear how much of it was true and how much of it was fake.

Song Ye was standing under the stage with a wine glass in his hand, with the same sarcasm in his eyes as the others.

In terms of superficial writing skills, Jiang is still old and hot. How could Meng Ziheng be the opponent of Mr. Meng? With the foundation of his ancestors and the wishes of the old man, he buckled down one after another. No matter how unwilling Meng Ziheng was, he could not object attack.

"Tong'er, come up." Then, without Meng Ziheng saying a word, Mr. Meng looked to the right and called softly.

Everyone turned their attention, but after seeing the background board of the high platform, Fu Tonger, who was dressed in a graceful and delicate water blue embroidered cheongsam, walked towards the high platform with her hair in a bun, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and finally stood beside Mr. Meng. Rao, like a pure lotus blooming in the water.

"Tsk, don't tell me, Fu Tong'er is the best-looking and most temperamental lady I have ever seen when I grew up. It seems that it is completely tailor-made for Ziheng. Mr. Meng chose to put it on at this time. Pulling her to the front of the stage is not a brilliant move." At this time, even people like Le Mingyu can see the good tricks of the Meng family.

Only these few people who were close to Mencius Heng were present to express their sorrow and sympathy for him.

Male talent and female appearance, perfect match.

This is the judgment standard of outsiders, but no one has ever paid attention to whether Mencius Heng likes it or not.

At least from Meng Ziheng's tense face, there was no joy to be seen for the time being, but even so, the engagement banquet introduced in advance still made the guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

Meng Ziheng stood on the stage, listening to the thunderous applause, his eyes fell on Mr. Meng, who was only a step away, seeing his smiling and satisfied appearance, and Fu Tonger's premeditated sky silk embroidered cheongsam, his heart stopped. I couldn't stop chilling, feeling empty, as if I had fallen into a cold sky, a world of ice and snow.

He was raised by his grandfather, and he started to hold a writing brush when he first learned how to sit. When other people’s children were playing outside, he had to sit in the study and recite books. The hope of the entire Meng family exists for the sake of the Meng family.

His hard work became an instinct for a long time later, and even he himself felt that it was his responsibility to protect the Meng family.If it wasn't for the matter of getting married, he still didn't realize that his life would have been chained long ago.And this unexpected engagement banquet gave him a blow in the face.

The cruel facts told him that he was not the hope of the Meng family, but a slave of the Meng family, carrying the dust of this heavy foundation destined to be sacrificed.

He didn't remember how he walked down the high platform in this way. When he realized it, he was already curled up and sitting in the corner of the corridor. A hand came down from his head and gently pressed his head. A voice came over, "My friend, everyone is looking for you."

Everyone is worried about you.

Meng Ziheng regained consciousness from the stiffness, and then looked up at the young man in white clothes and white trousers in front of him. It seemed that she was not used to making this kind of soothing gesture. Her posture was also a little awkward, and she just patted him on the head. , put his hands back into his pockets, and stood beside him quietly.

Without extra care and comfort, Meng Ziheng also knew that Song Ye was not good at this, but at this moment, compared with the talkative Gu Yitong, Song Ye's silent company made him feel more at ease, and he also kept a few words. Very pathetic dignity.

After wiping his face, he supported the wall and stood up again. He moved his numb legs and feet, and his face had regained his composure. Let outsiders see the joke.

A 16-year-old boy has actually borne a lot on his small shoulders.

He is not as unrestrained and fearless as Song Ye, and Song Ye could not understand his shackles and heaviness before.

It's just that this time I saw it, so I had the right to repay the favor he gave me to set up a bridge with Le Siyu.

"If you want to leave the Meng family, I can help you." Song Ye stood there without moving, and his cold voice was especially clear in the silent corridor.

Mencius Heng, who was walking ahead, paused, slightly surprised, and remembered those inexplicable words that Song Ye said that day in the wild.

"Do you really have such ability?" In the past, he might have dismissed such rhetoric, but after getting along during this time, he still understands Song Ye's nature to some extent.

She will never take action if she is not sure about it.

Song Ye is a man of his word.

"At least in this stone city, I can still be the master." Song Ye told the truth lightly. In fact, looking at the entire Luo Province, she can be regarded as covering the sky with one hand.

But such a modest statement made Mencius Hengxin startled, hesitated for a moment, and asked again: "Then what if I want to take down the Meng family?"

Song Ye raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said calmly, "It's not difficult."

This answer was arrogant, even arrogant, but for no reason, Meng Ziheng believed her.

He has always felt that Song Ye is not as simple as it seems on the surface. Even Wang Qianqian, who has an identity like Wang Qianqian, often shows a look of fear towards Song Ye. He is not a fool, so how could he not be aware of the strangeness.

Thinking of the ups and downs of this period of time, and the actions of his respected grandfather for many years today, Meng Ziheng's expression suddenly turned serious, and he clenched his fists and said solemnly: "I want to take down the Meng family, no matter what the price is."

Song Ye admired his attitude of not escaping, stepped forward and walked over, stood beside him, and lightly mentioned, "Hidden, sometimes it's for a better counterattack."

Twisting the neck stubbornly without bowing the head will only make the rope around the neck tighter and tighter, and a smart person will know how to follow the trend.

(End of this chapter)