âHaâ¦â
Song Wenchuan let out a breath, pinched the space between his brows, and shouted, âAuntie Liu! Bring me a pen!â
When Auntie Liu walked over with the pen, she heard her young master mumbling something. But looking at the way he gnashed his teeth, it was obviously not something good.
âYouâre not the only one who knows how to write letters and act all mysterious! Fine! Iâll also⦠Wait!â Song Wenchuan suddenly remembered something. âHow did this b*st*rd know my bank password???â
âYoung Master, pen.â
Auntie Liu looked at him strangely and said with heartache, âYoung Master, donât put too much pressure on yourself. Your injuries havenât recovered yet. Itâs better to rest well. The most important thing is to recover your health!â
Song Wenchuan: ââ¦â
He rubbed his cheek and the corner of his mouth twitched. âI got it.â
Seeing Auntie Liuâs worried and hesitant look, Song Wenchuan suddenly lost his interest in eating. He turned around and entered the elevator.
When he returned to his room, he thought for a moment and left a message on the back of a note.
âDonât interfere with my companyâs business! Also, who allowed you to touch the money in my card?â
After he finished writing, he admired it for a while and then fell silent.
âThis b*st*rdâs handwriting⦠is actually quite good-lookingâ¦â
It was strong and vigorous. Just from the handwriting alone, he could tell that the b*st*rd inside his body was definitely not someone easy to deal with.
Howeverâ¦
Song Wenchuan put down his pen, looked in the mirror, and looked at his face.
Was it because he had never experienced a rebellious period? Was that why his alternate personality acted so irrationally, like an obnoxious teen?
Hmmmâ¦
But, of course, he admitted that this obnoxious teen was very capable at his work.
He was only slightly better than him!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
After a long time, Song Wenchuan finally thought of something important. He called his assistant. âHello? Check the recent flow of funds in my account. Also, what projects has heâ Have I invested in recently?â
Ten minutes laterâ¦
Song Wenchuan looked at the message from his assistant and fell silent.
This was called making a small profit?
That damn b*st*rd!
â¦
Meanwhile, after Song Jingwan left the Song Manor, she had gone straight to Song Ruiâs company.
Song Rui was her last trump card. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Song Jingwan did not want to use him.
âWhat? You want to enter the entertainment industry? No, I donât agree.â
In Song Ruiâs heart, Song Jingwan had always been synonymous with being obedient and sensible. Moreover, she was very outstanding, enough for him to brag in front of his friends. But now, what did she come to the company to say? That she wanted to enter the entertainment industry?
âThis isnât up for discussion. I heard from your mother that your grades fell sharply last semester. Jingwan, if you donât work hard, youâll soon be trampled under someoneâs feet! Youâre the daughter that Iâm the proudest of. I donât want you to let your studies be affected by all this nonsense.â
âDad, listen to me firstâ¦â
Song Ruiâs answer was within expectations. Song Jingwan was not surprised. On the contrary, she was very calm.
âDad, the influence on the internet is beyond your imagination. I also know a little about our companyâs situation. Dad, havenât you ever thought of changing? I know that you donât want me to enter the entertainment industry for my own good, but the entertainment industry is no longer the same as before. Moreover, even if I make it into the entertainment industry, wouldnât my father and brother protect me? With you guys around, who would dare to touch me?â
Song Ruiâs face darkened. âNo matter what your reason is, no means no! No discussion!â