flstandardbreds Chapter 478 I, Song Lan, am back
Chapter 478 I, Song Lan, am back
In the warm and elegant villa in Goldsmith Bay, the bright morning sunshine is like fine golden sand, pouring unreservedly into the entire courtyard.
The courtyard is quiet and peaceful. The breeze blows gently, and the trees and green plants sway gently, as if whispering the story of the passing of time.
Song Wenxuan carefully accompanied the old lady and sat at the stone table in the middle of the backyard. On the table were several plates of exquisite snacks and fresh and tempting fruits, exuding a faint fragrance.
His hair was gray, and he was badly weakened after the operation. His body looked a little thin. His hand holding the teacup was shaking slightly, as if even this small teacup had become an unbearable burden in his hands.
He forced a smile and said slowly, "Fifth sister-in-law, look at your spirits. You are really good. I envy you from the bottom of my heart!"
His voice was a little weak, but he tried to sound relaxed.
The old lady had a kind face. She took a sip of hot tea, placed the cup steadily on the stone table, and said with a smile:
"Well, this is all thanks to the careful recuperation after the operation. The children are very attentive and Xiaoyue is very well behaved.
Hey, Xiaoliu, it’s been almost half a year, and your health hasn’t recovered very well!
How is the auntie we arranged for you? Is she good? Your surgery was not small, you need a few years to recuperate!"
Her eyes were full of concern, like a caring elder who was concerned about the daily life of a younger generation.
Song Wenxuan nodded slightly, a look of gratitude appeared on his face, and he said with relief: "It's good, that auntie is quite skillful, does things neatly, and takes care of me meticulously.
Hey…it’s just that my health is really not good enough and I am a burden to others.”
He sighed helplessly, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes, as if he was full of helplessness and unwillingness towards his increasingly weak body.
Hearing this, the old lady couldn't help but sigh with emotion, her eyes revealing a trace of vicissitudes and reminiscence, and she slowly said: "I am old, and I can't live without someone around me every day.
Speaking of which, it was all thanks to Cheng Yu's superb medical skills that he pulled me back from the hands of the King of Hell and allowed me to live a few more years.
Otherwise, I would have gone to look for your fifth brother a long time ago!" Her thoughts seemed to drift back to the past, with a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, which was a remembrance of the past years.
"Yes!" Song Wenxuan responded softly, then a look of concern appeared on his face and he asked, "Is Jiang Chengyu not awake yet?" He stared at the old lady, his eyes full of worry.
The old lady's smile froze instantly, a trace of sadness appeared on her face, she shook her head slowly, and said in a slightly sad voice:
"No, I don't know where he was injured. Why hasn't he woken up yet? My eldest grandson was the same. He had a bad temper and got angry at the time... Alas!
I was also confused. Ajie and Xiaoyue repeatedly told me not to let Chenxi know about the surrogacy. Cheng Yu would arrange the right time to tell him.
Unfortunately, it was my birthday, and I saw the picture of the God of Longevity painted by Cheng Yu, as well as the white jade Guanyin that Chen Xi had brought back from the Potala Palace through a friend.
This brain has completely forgotten the things that he is not aware of! Hey, he ...
The old lady slapped her thigh, feeling emotional and regretful. She shook her head and sighed:
Such a good child, just... lying there and never getting up again, it really makes people... so sad. "
As she spoke, she pounded her chest and her eyes reddened slightly, showing the deep love and worry of an elder for the younger generation.
Song Wenxuan looked at the old lady's sad face, and his heart was also sour. He gently held the old lady's hand and comforted her:
"Fifth sister-in-law, don't be too sad. Jiang Chengyu is a lucky man, and he will definitely wake up.
He has saved so many patients and is so blessed. We should think positively. Maybe soon he will come back to see us alive and well with his grandson!"
However, his heart was actually full of worries, but he didn't want the old lady to worry too much, so he just comforted her with words.
The sunlight still shone gently on them, but at this moment the courtyard was filled with a faint sadness and worry, as if even the warm sunlight could not dispel the heavy atmosphere.
In the magnificent building of Zidong International Group, every floor is filled with a busy and tense atmosphere.
In the spacious and bright office area, people flow like the tide, shuttling between various departments.
They were either concentrating on discussing project details, or enthusiastically discussing business cooperation, or sitting together to discuss work problems in depth;
The entire company's workflow is progressing in an orderly manner, demonstrating the efficiency and vitality of this business giant.
Rong Shishan, the usually calm and capable assistant, was taking heavy steps at this moment, as if every step carried a huge weight.
He slowly walked to the door of Song Shijie's office, knocked gently, and without waiting for a response from inside, he slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
The office was decorated in a simple yet luxurious style. Song Shijie was sitting behind a large desk, wearing a pair of exquisite reading glasses, concentrating on the documents in his hands.
The sunlight shines softly through the large glass windows onto his slightly weathered face, outlining his focused and serious expression.
Those documents seemed to be related to the company's major decisions. His eyes moved quickly between the lines, and the pen in his hand circled and dotted on the documents from time to time.
Rong Shishan tiptoed towards the desk, leaned over slightly, and said softly: "Boss, an old friend is waiting to see you in the cafe downstairs."
His voice was very soft, but it was particularly clear in this quiet office.
Song Shijie did not stop what he was doing, but just asked casually: "What? Old friend?
It's so mysterious." His attention was still focused on the documents, and he didn't pay too much attention to this sudden news.
Rong Shishan uttered two words concisely: "Song Lan!"
Hearing this name, Song Shijie paused with the pen in his hand, and his whole body seemed to be struck by an electric current.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Rong Shishan in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief, and blurted out: "Song Lan?"
The look was filled with shock at first, then slowly became empty, as if the thoughts were suddenly pulled back to many years ago.
He began to mumble unconsciously, "Xiao Lan has been gone for so many years, and there is no news from her.
When the company was reshuffled and Nie Lei and Nie Zhenhai were arrested, the situation was chaotic. I was not there, how helpless Xiao Lan must have been! After so many years, she..."
His voice gradually lowered, and a complex expression appeared on his face, including guilt, worry, and a hint of expectation.
Rong Shishan looked at Song Shijie lost in thought and couldn't help but respond: "You are her eldest brother, whether she comes back to seek refuge or to visit the prison.
I don't think she will bear any grudge against you. After all, blood is thicker than water. Besides, the old lady is still alive and well.
With the old lady here, she won't do anything to you. In my opinion, you must be missing your mother and came back to visit her."
Rong Shishan listed out a series of possibilities in his mind in one breath, trying to comfort Song Shijie.
Song Shijie listened to Rong Shishan's words and nodded slightly, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyes.
What he felt more was guilt, as his nephew and brother-in-law were both arrested under his command; he couldn't escape anyway, and it was unjustified for him to help them.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling street downstairs, feeling mixed emotions.
So many years have passed. What impact will Song Lan's return have on this family and company?
His heart was filled with uncertainty, as if he was about to face an unknown storm...
He knew his sister. Although she was a woman, she was a strong woman in the business world and had good business acumen and skills.
In the coffee shop downstairs, Song Lan sat quietly in a corner, watching people coming and going outside the window, with a complex look in her eyes.
Years of wandering have made her face more vicissitudes and calmer. But her eyes still reveal a tenacity, perhaps the calmness before the storm.
She was waiting to meet her eldest brother, feeling both nostalgic for the past and confused about the future...
Song Lan stammered in his heart: "Brother, so many years have passed, I wonder if you have ever thought of me for a moment?
I guess the earth-shaking reshuffle in the company back then was planned by you when you left, right?
What a big deal! I never thought you could be so cold-blooded and heartless."
Song Lan sat alone in the corner of the coffee shop, looking out the window with a wandering look in her eyes, her heart in turmoil.
"Nie Lei and Nie Zhenhai, my lover and my son, have worked diligently and devotedly for Zidong International Group.
Even if there is no earth-shattering achievement, the hard work of these years should not be easily erased. But what about you? "Song Lan's voice trembled, hatred and grief intertwined in it.
"Even if he committed some petty thefts, it shouldn't be a crime punishable by death! When I saw Lei'er coming home covered in bruises, enduring the pain and refusing to say it was you who beat him, do you know how much pain and sadness I felt?"
Song Lan let out a long sigh and continued to murmur indignantly in his heart: "After you took back Zidong International Group with the help of the Su family, you stipulated that the women in the family could hold shares but were not allowed to participate in the company's affairs.
I did as I was told obediently, hoping that you, big brother, would take care of me and my family for the sake of our blood relationship.
However, the reality was like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart. My son, who was so young, died in prison.
Song Shijie, you will never understand the heart-wrenching pain of losing a son!" Song Lan bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes burning with vengeful anger.
"I want you to pay me back for all the suffering and torture I've endured over the years. Song Shijie, I, Song Lan, am back. It's time for all of this to come to an end!"
Thinking of this, Song Lan could no longer suppress her inner grief. Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the back of her clenched hands, leaving a small dark mark, as if telling of her tragic experiences and endless hatred over the years.
The entire Zidong International Group seemed to be quietly shrouded in a mysterious and tense atmosphere because of Song Lan's return. An invisible storm was slowly unfolding...