"We'll bury you?!"

Song Yi frowned.

The young man tugged at the corner of his lips, "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Before Song Yiyi helped him, she indeed hadn't thought carefully about the getaway plan of clearing the air with him.

Yet, he had already thought of a foolproof plan.

"Auntie Song is so smart, how dare I, a junior, take it lightly?"

With that, the man reached out, brought over the cell phone sitting on the table, and slid it to unlock it.

Broadcast the video on his cell phone.

On the video, it clearly shows the paint on the trunk of Song Yi's car.

and the act of directing people to carry paint upstairs.

"Well?"

The man asked Song Yi.

Song Yi narrowed his eyes, "Count on your ability."

He had already fallen in the middle of maneuvering with him.

And it was never going to be possible to get out of it now.

The only thing that could be done was to erase all traces of any connection with him, as he had said.

The man watched as she got up and grabbed her jacket, which was resting on the back of the sofa, and was about to leave, and without skipping a beat, reached out and poured a glass of red wine from the table, gently shaking it a bit and reminding it with a smile, "Even if it's a real mother and son, sometimes they don't always have to be on the same page, Mr. Song."

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and looked back at him, mocking, "Don't think that if you're an orphan hated by your mother, I am too."

The man only laughed.

And no rebuttal.

Song Yi turned around and slammed the door to leave.

Listen to the door to your house slamming.

The man just dropped his long eyelashes to sip the red wine in his goblet.

Does Song Yi trust his mother?

Is Song Chaolu a gentle mother?

Neither.

Song Yiyi came out of the man's home and just got into the car, slapping the steering wheel hard.

The steering wheel was slapped by her with a honk of the horn.

It was especially noticeable in the stillness of the late night.

He frowned and pulled out of the neighborhood he was currently in.

As he made his way forward, his mind kept going back to what the other party had said when he left his home.

Even if they are mother and son, aren't they of the same mind?

He was a bit fretful.

Her mother, Song Chaolu, was a strong woman - and the reason why she had returned to the North City was very clear.

It is to resent the fact that his younger brother, Song Chaoyang, has hijacked the vast majority of the property left by his father.

This time, she came back to take back her rightful share from Song Chaoyang's hands.

It was just that it wasn't that simple to take something back from someone like Song Chaoyang.

She had to find another way.

And this time, the Xiao family, is just the breakthrough.

Earlier she had put her mind on Xiao Rong.

Now, but then, he went to help Xiao Yu.

This made him, his own son, a little confused as to what kind of thoughts his mother had in mind.

Song Yi took a breath and let his feverish and angry mind calm down a little.

The mother's method of making herself get rid of the other party was obviously not working.

However, the matter must not be brought to the attention of the mother.

It can only be done by hiding it from your mother.

Otherwise, the mother is bound to be very angry.

But keeping the other side all the time doesn't seem too good.

The more Song Yiyi thought about it, the more he felt a headache.

And in the Song family.

Lin Fengya also learned about Su Yuanyi's car accident from the news the next day.

Gu Baisheng has been sent to Sioux City.

Without this daughter-in-law in the Song family, many things have become much easier.

Lin Fengya still didn't like Song Yiyi as a nephew.

And Song Yiyi is also a look at the color of the eyes, know that their aunt does not treat themselves, naturally will not often appear in front of the aunt in the way.

Song Frost had often stayed at the Song home since she quit her job.

Song Chaoyang was very pleased about his son's resignation.

At the breakfast table, the matter of sending him to the office was brought up with his own son.

Lin Fengya was waiting for her husband's words.

When he heard this, he smiled and spoke, "Frosty is smart, no matter what she does, she learns as soon as she can."

"Managing Song is not that simple." Song Chaoyang said.

Lin Fengya added, "It's fine, our son, can't you trust him?"

Lin Fengya is very confident in her son.

My son is a man among men and learns everything quickly.

It had always been her pride, both as a child and as an adult.

As long as the son was in the Song Group, he was bound to be a reliable successor.

However, the prerequisite was that Song Chaoyang, the father, would gradually release the power in his hands to himself, the son.

"Well, you two eat slowly, I have a meeting to go to, so I'll go first."

Song Chaoyang was going to the regular morning meeting at Song's group.

After eating, it was natural to leave.

Lin Fengya spoke, "Let Frosty accompany you."

Since my son has resigned.

Song Chaoyang, the father, also said that he would let him go to Song Group to practice.

Now Song's group's morning meeting, why don't you let your son go along and listen to it, or get to know the situation of Song's group.

Song Chaoyang thought it was good, so he was about to nod.

But, just as he was about to nod, another call hit his cell phone.

She just hung her head and looked at it, her complexion changed slightly, then she changed her mind, "It's too rushed today, although Frosty is my son, he has to start from the bottom, it's better to go to the hearing another day."

After that, he turned and left.

Lin Fengya looked at her husband's back as he left and couldn't help but put down her chopsticks, a displeased jealousy surfacing in her eyes.

"Must be that little vixen calling him again."

She didn't need to guess to know that the phone call that came in impartially just now must have been from that good sister of hers, Lin Xianya.

This sister, who had been hiding in the North City for so many years, finally couldn't help but stand up in the open and grab one from her.

Song Frost watched his mother get angry and was not in a hurry, he just advised, "Sooner or later, mom you don't have to be in a hurry."

He's the only son in the Song family.

Since he has resigned.

Sooner or later, his father was going to let him into Song's group.

Going a day early or a day late doesn't make much difference.

"The night is long and late," Lin Fengya, however, was a bit worried, "You haven't seen that aunt of yours since you were a child, and that aunt of yours can't be any simpler than me."

Which of the sons and daughters of the Lin family in Su Cheng are all very rich and wealthy when it comes to their marriages.

Career-wise, it's even less easy.

The only one who could not be mentioned was the Lin family's youngest daughter, Lin Xianya.

Earlier in the year, the Lin family declared to the public that this daughter of theirs had gone abroad.

Never said anything about this daughter over the years either.

Now, Lin Xianya was anxious.

Watching the age getting older day by day, also can't help but want a Song Chaoyang to give her a name.

Since she had the heart to fight for the name, she naturally wouldn't stop easily.

And, not only will it not be easy to stop, but it will do whatever it takes to fight and grab it by all means.

Her son had entered Song's group early, so she could also think about how to deal with this sister next.

"Don't worry, I have it in mind."

Song Frost has never been one to do things in a measured way.

Hearing her son say this, Lin Fengya nodded her head as well, "Okay, mom believes in you."

She believed that this son of hers was not that simple.

Also trust your son to know what kind of things to do at what time.

...

After Song Chaoyang came out of his home, he had just gotten into his car when Lin Xianya's second call came.

The first call was hung up by him in front of Lin Fengya, his married wife, so naturally it was not good for the second call to be hung up again.

He picked up the phone, and Lin Xianya's somewhat mocking voice over there came over in a petulant and brutal manner, "What, am I not worthy to speak to you in front of my sister after all?"

When Song Chaoyang heard her words, he sank his voice, "You know, I'll eat with Feng Ya for breakfast, if you call at this time, if she finds out."

"It's because I didn't think it through enough," Lin Xianya didn't talk back to Song Chaoyang, but very counterintuitively admitted her mistake, "I wasn't supposed to call over when you're having dinner with your sister, if I let my sister know about it, you'll have to make things difficult for yourself again."

Song Chaoyang listened to her words and was clear that he had wronged her by keeping her in the shadows all these years and consuming her great youth.

"Hienya, now is not the time to be calm."

He advised Lin Xianya.

Lin Xianya hooked her lips over there.

The tone was still delicate and supple, "I know, I was in a hurry."

His mouth apologized, but, his face was full of mockery.

For so many years, these weren't the only days she wanted to stand in the open and grab the position of Mrs. Song with Lin Fengya.

Only, those years were not the time.

And Song Chaoyang has told her time and time again that the time is not right.

She waited and waited and waited for so many years.

Song Chaoyang still tells her the time is not right.

But she didn't believe it now.

Now, she thought, was the best time.

Sister Lin Fengya has her as a rival.

And the one helper she'd wanted to show up for so many years showed up.

It was time to give back all those things that her sister had not allowed her to have and had prevented her from asking for.

"I'm coming over to your side today to spend your birthday with you."

Song Chaoyang's words were warm to the ear.

And Lin Xianya felt mocked.

Before she knew it, she was in her forties.

Although the body and face were still maintained as if they were in their twenties.

But, ultimately, youth is gone.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Her tone was still soft and happy.

Song Chaoyang failed to hear what she was upset about, and only then softly comforted her with a couple of words and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone.

The gentle look on Song Chaoyang's face also instantly dissipated.

He opened his mouth and said to the driver in front of him, "Has the wife been out for the past few days?"

"No." The driver spoke, "Mistress hasn't been feeling too well these past few days, because of the matter of the young lady being sent to Su City, but she often talks to Old Mrs. Lin in Su City on the phone."

Song Chaoyang heard the driver talk about the young lady.

Just a little distracted.

This son of his own, he always failed to let him have a long face in marrying a wife.

What kind of girl is it bad to marry?

In favor of marrying a girl with little background.

"Go to the company," Song Chaoyang instructed the driver, "No matter where the wife goes during this period of time, you have to keep an eye out."

"Yes, sir."

The driver responded respectfully.