The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 612 Luo Yuqing

Although the Qin family is a big family, but it has been passed down, none of the sons and grandchildren can afford the family business. Mr. Qin is old enough to hold the power alone. Many things are already beyond his will, and the management of the family business is loose. , has already been full of mistakes and omissions, and Qin Zhan does not need to produce evidence, he also knows that the whole system is already rotten.

That's why he never dared to hand over the power of the company to Qin Feng, because he saw very clearly that Qin Feng's ability was too ordinary, and he didn't have the courage and ability to support the entire group, and most of the other grandchildren were dudes Cheng Xing, the only remaining grandson Qin Zhan in exile, the first time he met, he knew that this person could be a great leader.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

It was not Song Ye who made Qin Zhan feel completely chilled towards the Qin family, but it was the Qin family's exclusion of his biological mother and disregard for him earlier.

The appearance of Song Ye was just a fuse, which completely shattered the insignificant and superficial relationship between them.

He is old and dare not gamble anymore, because he knows that if he loses, there is no way to make a comeback.

In the end, the household registration book fell into Qin Zhan's hands. After achieving his goal, he led Song Ye and walked out of the gate without looking back, without any nostalgia for the whole family of blood.

This battle, they won, and they won completely beautifully, which also made the Qin family unable to stand up again.

Then Song Ye accompanied Qin Zhan to the small building, and in the top room, got Qin Zhan's biological mother's tablet from the cabinet.

"Why is there a corner missing?" Song Ye only glanced over from the desk, then frowned and found the problem.Even though it is rare to use wooden plaques to pay homage to the ancestors now, Song Ye also knows in which era, people are very careful about keeping the things of the ancestors, this is out of respect and nostalgia for the dead.

But the wooden sign in Qin Zhan's hand, even Song Ye could see its dilapidation from a long distance away.

"I found it in the utility room on the first floor when I was 15 years old." Qin Zhan explained in a low voice holding a wooden sign, neither sad nor happy, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

Maybe it’s been too long, and many emotions have been healed, but when he was young, only a 15-year-old boy who was bullied one day picked up his mother’s memorial tablet in the utility room, and only then did he know that his mother was innocent. Being enshrined in the ancestral hall, but lying alone in this damp and dark environment, what was Qin Zhan's mood at that time?
If he could really be as indifferent as he is now, he would not have joined the army alone at the age of 15 and never set foot in the Qin family for ten years.

Song Ye walked over, wrapped his shoulders with one hand, stood on tiptoe and hugged his tall body tightly into his arms, "Take our mother home."

Take our mother home.

Her voice was buried on Qin Zhan's shoulder, muffled, but her words were clearly pronounced, her heavy breathing seemed to be replacing his pain.

There is no extra consolation, all she can do is to protect the tablet, and accompany Qin Zhan to call mom.

Feeling that the girl's other hand was carefully protecting the tablet with him, Qin Zhan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the tip of her hair, "It's good to have you here."

Others are irrelevant, as long as you are here now.

"Yeah." Song Ye understood his thoughts, and after a soft reply, he relaxed his movements, lowered his head and looked at the tablet.

The name of the letter is Luo Yuqing.

"Luo..." Song Ye frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled by this surname, "Isn't your biological mother from the Zhou family?"

At that time, the most beautiful beauty in the capital city came from the Zhou family. She was the eldest daughter, but she was more beautiful than the other sisters, and she was knowledgeable and talented. I also went to learn how to compose poems, which was passed down as a good story for a while.

According to the Zhou family, it should be called Zhou Yuqing, how could the surname be Luo.

"My mother was not born to the Zhou family's mistress, but only an adopted daughter. It is said that Zhou's mother has always disliked her. Before she got married, she used the family's Luo surname. Later, the Qin family asked her to marry her, and the Zhou family asked her to change her surname to Zhou in order to cling to her. Few outsiders know about these things. Before she died, the memorial tablet respected my mother's meaning and became Luo Yuqing again." Qin Zhan slowly narrated this story of a wealthy family, summarizing a talented woman's sad life in an understatement.

Song Ye thought, maybe it was because the name Zhou Yuqing brought her too much pain, so she couldn't engrave this name on the tombstone after death.

Only the young Luo Yuqing is the time she is willing to stay.

It's just that the word Luo made Song Ye feel a little strange. She felt that the matter might not be so coincidental, but it was not easy to ask Qin Zhan for more confirmation.

"Luo Yuqing, sounds much better than Zhou Yuqing." She looked at the golden characters on the tablet and said in a low voice.

"Hehe, indeed." Qin Zhan chuckled, holding the memorial tablet in one hand and holding Song Ye in the other, with a rare sense of relief in his voice, "Let's go."

Let's go, let's go home.

Song Ye nodded, "Well, just wait for me." Then, she turned and walked to the desk, found a bag, and wiped out all the various patterns on the bookshelf.

"Hehe, if you like it, I'll find some more exquisite ones for you. The workmanship of these is too rough." Qin Zhan saw that she put the things in like a baby, and carried them carefully, a little dumbfounded for a while.

These were all done when he was five or six years old. He knew how poor his skills were.

But Song Ye shook his head, looked up at him, and said in a cold voice, "This is your dream, these are good."

Seeing these things, she could always imagine the figure of Tong, a little child who lost his mother, sitting alone at the table making models. No matter what period Qin Zhan was in, she tried her best to understand it.

But the man didn't expect Song Ye to say such a thing, and he didn't expect that the reason she valued these models so much was because of him.

Bang bang, the heartbeat began to beat violently from Yuexiong's cavity again, agitating the eardrums, the sweetness was so sweet that itchy throat made him unconsciously roll his Adam's apple twice, and then he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore , suddenly hugged the girl into his arms, hugged her tightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't look at me again, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't want-you-you here."

It is too terrible.

When Song Ye looked at him with such cold eyes and said these words, Qin Zhan felt that his whole heart was being held by the other party, and the involuntary throbbing made him have to spend 120 minutes Only the rationality can barely restrain the urge to overwhelm people immediately.

"Go home and continue." Song Ye turned his head to the side, softly sent out the invitation, and incidentally grabbed the man's red ears.

(End of this chapter)