Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 100
Song Zhiren dropped a white stone, looked up at Guanshi Ming's flat expression, "Minghui, I have always regarded you and Minzheng as my own children, did I put too much pressure on you because of this?"

Manager Ming sat there without replying. Song Zhiren sighed slightly, "I'm afraid he won't let you go after I die. You should go abroad then."

Manager Ming just listened quietly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "If that's the case, why did the chairman do this?" He knew that forcibly matching the young master and Miss Bai would break the young master's scales?

There was a faint smile on the corner of Song Zhiren's mouth, making it difficult for people to understand the connotation of the smile for a while.

"Because the wife the heir of the Song family wants to marry should be Shuyuan from a famous and clean family even if she doesn't hold a lot of power. It just so happens that the daughter of the Jin family lacks the word 'innocent'."

Steward Ming frowned slightly, and dropped a black spot, "Does it have to be so exhausting and tricky?"

Song Zhiren smiled lightly, "I just play a game of chess with my son."

"So, is the young master a pawn in the chairman's hand? Like...Master Hengfeng?"

Song Ranqin's heartbeat stopped at the door, and Song Zhiren's voice could already be faintly heard from the crack of the door.

"Do you know what the essence of chess is?"

Minghui didn't answer, Song Zhiren didn't take it seriously, and placed white pieces to surround black pieces, "If a chess player can't concentrate, he will be defeated by his opponent."

"To me, getting the best heir is above and beyond."

In the quiet study room, chess pieces made crisp sounds as they landed on the floor.

Song Zhiren's almost cold-blooded words made Song Ranqin's pupils tighten outside the door, disbelief, disappointment, and anger flashed in her eyes one by one.

The love between father and daughter and grandfather and grandson for so many years is so dispensable in Song Zhiren's eyes!

As soon as Song Qiyan appeared, was he so eager to hand over the company?

Thinking of Song Qiyan's thunderbolt tactics at the meeting that day, Song Ranqin's sense of crisis gradually rose.

If Song Qiyan really inherited the Song family, where would she have a foothold?
The deep laughter in the study was like a dagger piercing Song Ranqin's heart, it hurt but was cold to the bone.

Song Ranqin's mind was filled with all kinds of guessing images, and she was suddenly anxious. She would never allow things to develop in the direction Song Zhiren hoped for.

She was unwilling to be kicked out like this, unwilling to let all these years of hard work go to waste!

Song Ranqin could no longer hear what was being said inside, she staggered towards the stairs, bumped into the servant and didn't have time to reprimand her as usual, she was only thinking about how to stop Song Qiyan.

Just as he was about to run to the second floor, he saw Song Qiyan walking from outside with a phone.

He seemed to have just finished answering a phone call, so he didn't walk into Bai Sangsang's room immediately.

Song Ranqin felt her tense heartstrings relax instantly.

She adjusted her ferocious expression, smiled and greeted Song Qiyan who went upstairs.

"Qiyan, I finally found you! Dad asked me to tell you that the light in room 223 was broken, so I asked Ziqi to go to the opposite room 221. Don't go wrong!"

Song Qiyan looked up and down at the panting Song Ranqin with a smile on his face, "That's really hard work for you."

Song Ranqin hurriedly stopped Song Qiyan who was about to take a step over him, facing Song Qiyan's fleeting black eyes, pulled the corner of his own stiff mouth, "You are not familiar with this place, let me take you there."

"Don't bother me, isn't there a servant here?"

"How about servants? They are clumsy, let me take you there!"

When Song Ranqin heard that Song Qiyan didn't want her to lead the way, she felt as anxious as an ant on a steamer. Without saying a word, she went upstairs and beat him, "It's just a few steps, and I'll take you there."

If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.Song Qiyan understood this truth.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the enthusiastic Song Ranqin, "Okay, then I won't be polite."

Looking at Song Ranqin's smiling face as if he had been pardoned, Song Qiyan's eyebrows twitched.

She tried every means to lure him to room 221, what exactly was Song Ranqin planning?
However, when the door of room 221 was opened and seeing Jin Ziqi beside the door, Song Qiyan felt that he had a villain's heart and a gentleman's belly.

"I brought him here, you guys talk slowly, I have to talk to Dad."

With a smile on her face, Song Ranqin greeted Jin Ziqi at the door, and then walked back.

"Why did she bring you here?" Jin Ziqi looked at Song Ranqin's back in puzzlement and asked Song Qiyan.

Song Qiyan glanced at the jumping figure walking away at the corner of the corridor, and while Jin Ziqi was still confused, he quickly squeezed into the room and closed the door behind his back.

"Where is so-and-so?" Song Qiyan looked around as soon as he entered the room, but he didn't see his precious son.

Jin Ziqi followed and walked over, "When I was washing his face just now, I got wet from playing with his clothes. I was worried that I would catch a cold, so I asked him to take a hot bath to get rid of the cold."

After she finished speaking, she found that Song Qiyan didn't respond, and raised her head curiously, only to see that his eyes were tightly glued to her body, no, to be precise, it was glued to the hip-wrapping skirt on her body.

Jin Ziqi couldn't help blushing, and pulled the hem of the skirt with both hands in embarrassment.

She didn't understand how that steward Ming sent her such a sexy skirt with wrapping hips.

The white vest covered the hips barely enough to cover the hips, revealing two slender, straight long legs. The sleeves were made of transparent white chiffon, and the collar was too low, which made the chest a little bare.

Jin Ziqi noticed that Song Qiyan's eyes fell on his collarbone, and quickly raised his hand to cover it, while making excuses to escape his sight: "I don't feel at ease with a certain person in the bathroom, go and see..."

But before she took two steps, she was grabbed by Song Qiyan, and she staggered back a step.

The waist inadvertently bumped into the back of the sofa next to him, followed by an imminent momentum.

Song Qiyan walked up to her in two steps at a time, pressed his right hand on the back of the sofa behind her, looked at her fixedly, and made her heart beat faster.

Jin Ziqi tried not to let himself be upset, "The water in the bathtub is getting cold, I have to get clothes for so-and-so."

Her reason was very clumsy, and in fact, she couldn't find a reason that would make each other less embarrassed.

She didn't expect that Song Qiyan would really let go of herself, and she was even planning for the worst.

But he suddenly let go of her, stood upright and smiled: "The child is important."

Jin Ziqi nodded, took a deep look at him, and absently picked up the clothes on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)