CH 49
After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property
A concise and simple âI am notâ, in the comments section exploded countless splashes.
We have seen a lot of fans asking for better treatment for their artists and the company playing dead and not responding. This is the first time they have encountered a fan begging for a stop, but the boss wants to force it.
In a flash, all sorts of comments popped up.
Netizen: [If you have the ability to make all the app and games of Ning Dong have built-in movie ads.]
Song Yunran: [â¦â¦I really forgot! Thanks for reminding me, youâre a good and kind person.]
Netizen: [My precious spoiled son, mommy is really afraid you canât earn back.]
Song Yunran: [Donât talk nonsense, my mother is not worried.]
Netizen: [And back to the comments in person, so free as president?
Song Yunran: [or shall I grab the steering wheel from my driver?]
All the way from the company back home, Song Yunran was brushing up on Weibo. Occasionally, he chose a few interesting ones to reply to.
In other words, instead of giving the online publicity costs to marketing companies, he might as well create topics by himself, and advertise the movie generously.
Soon after that, someone sent the entire reply to an entertainment forum outside of Weibo for everyoneâs entertainment.
The forum quickly built up a high story, revolving around âwhether Song Yunran is a comedian or notâ, âwhat kind of compulsion has been put on Xinghe by â ãHongbai Xixiãâ, âor whether Qin Ke has put a compulsion on Song Yunranâ. Itâs not long before the discussion starts to get heated, with several hot posts.
It didnât take long for the best marketing numbers to move these fun discussions back to Weibo, perfecting the conversion of exports to domestic sales, and also successfully sending âHong Bai Xi Xiâ to the hot search.
When Song Yunran saw this result, he was inevitably pleased with himself.
I am not ashamed to say that it is me, the ordinary little business genius, Ba Liao. (T/N I got this result when I looked it up, Ba Liao â When things donât go your way, tolerate the past for the time being, barely let yourself go inside, donât pursue it, and look past everything in a calm manner.)
When he put down the phone, there was a sound from the kitchen that his aunt started to cook.
Song Yunran suddenly thought that today is the day that Qin Ke was discharged from the hospital.
He said, âAuntie, do two more dishes today.â
The aunt turned around and asked, âIs He Ziyou coming? Iâve bought fresh lobsters, so Iâll make his favorite cheese baked lobster.â
âItâs not He Ziyou, itâs â¦â¦.â
Song Yunran paused for a moment, not knowing how to introduce Qin Ke for a moment.
To say that it is a company artist, it seems too raw; to say that it is a life saver, it seems too solemn; canât say that it is his son, that aunt might be embarrassed after hearing it.
In the end, Song Yunranâs throat rolled and he said without expression, âItâs a friend of mine.â
He said the words with a slight tremble at the end, he did not know what he was struggling with.
Fortunately, the aunt didnât care, but only asked, âWhat kind of dishes does your friend like?â
Song Yunran didnât know what Qin Ke liked to eat.
He frowned impatiently: âItâs good enough to invite him to dinner, whereâs his turn to pick and choose.â
Auntie: ââ¦â¦â
In the end, is this a friend or a foe? She is not quite sure.
Song Yunran turned to leave the kitchen, and within two seconds he turned back: âBut he is still recovering from his injuries. Forget it, letâs keep it light.â
When he came downstairs, Song Yunran took a deep breath, but he gently pressed the doorbell.
The door soon opened from the inside.
Qin Ke was tall and stood there blocking the light from inside the house, and casting a shadow on Song Yunranâs body.
A flash of surprise crossed his face and he asked softly, âWhy are you here?â
Song Yunran met his gaze and couldnât help but feel a surge of pride.
Look at this joyful look, fortunately he arrived in time. Or else Qin Keâs wouldnât be sure how to settle his dinner today, right?
The pride in his heart grew an even stronger layer at the thought that this person might have just been at home depressed.
âItâs like this, my aunt accidentally made a few extra dishes, and I couldnât finish them alone.â
Song Yunran read out the draft in his heart, a relaxed appearance, âYour shoulder is not convenient now, there is no way to cook. So simply come up and eat together.â
Qin Ke hesitated and said, âBut â¦â¦â
Song Yunran interrupted: âDo not but, you would not order takeout to deal with it, right? Itâs not healthy, and people will think our company is mistreating the artists,â
He said these words with sincerity, causing Qin Keâs expression to become more and more hesitant.
Song Yunran, he understood. Faced with this kind of active release of affection and goodwill, many people would feel unable to reciprocate.
In fact, where is the need to reciprocate?
It is clear that Qin Ke saved his life before, and everything he did today is what ought to be done.
At this point, Song Yunran urged: âWhat are you waiting for, letâs go, donât be polite.â
The words did not end, and a loud voice came from inside: âThe meal is ready, come and eat.â
Song Yunranâs heart thumped. He squeezed in from in front of Qin Ke to see who was stealing his thunder. In the end, he saw Xiao Ke, who was wearing a gray apron, carefully carrying a bowl of soup out from the kitchen.
Xiao Ke put down the bowl and looked up to see a head sticking out of the entranceway.
When he took a look, he found that it was their dear little Song, but for some reason, his eyes were wide-open. A look of disbelief that revealed an unexpected resentment.
Like a kid who has never been robbed of his toys.
Xiao Ke: â?â
Song Yunran: ââ¦â¦â
The two peopleâs eyes met in the air. There were several rounds of fighting between you and me, but they were never able to determine a winner.
Finally it was Qin Ke who broke the eerie silence by saying, âXiao Ke has already made dinner.â
âHow can you let him cook?â Song Yunran twisted his head and questioned.
Xiao Ke was completely dumbfounded.
For a moment, he nearly felt like going home and looking through his contract. He wanted to carefully read the job duties column to see what he was supposed to do as an artist assistant.
Usually, if the artist is injured and canât do anything about it, doesnât he need to come to the door to help?
Qin Ke sighed and reminded, âHe is my assistant.â
ââ¦â¦ Oh, yeah, as well.â
Song Yunran reacted sluggishly, and then the whole person fell into an indescribable embarrassment.
After a few seconds of silence, he scratched his hair and whispered, âThatâs okay, you go eat, Iâm going up.â
He couldnât describe what he felt in his heart, it was just very uncomfortable.
It felt silly to ask his aunt to add food, and silly to fabricate an invitation for Qin Ke to eat.
But when he turned around and was about to leave, Qin Ke called out to him, âIâll go with you.â
Song Yunran stopped, âHow can you do that, Xiao Ke has already made dinner.â
He said it politely, but he couldnât help the subtle upward tone of his voice.
âWait a moment.â
Qin Ke walked over, whispered a few words to Xiao Ke who still maintained his outsider status, and walked back to say, âWell, I told him to pack it up and take it home. Just in time to keep his girlfriend company.â
Song Yunran didnât even know that Xiao Ke had a girlfriend, he took a few steps back and saw that Xiao Ke, who could leave work early, was happily cleaning up the table before he slowly nodded in response.
âOkay.â
It was not the first time Qin Ke came to Song Yunranâs house, but it was the first time he encountered Songâs aunt in person.
He changed his shoes, walked straight into the kitchen, and said to the aunt who was busy with her hands, âSorry to trouble you.â
The aunt is a cheerful person, smiling and waving her hand, âItâs okay, Yun Ran is the one Iâve watched grow up. His friends came to visit, how can it be considered trouble?â
Qin Ke also smiled, his gaze swept over the ingredients that were just starting to be prepared in the kitchen, and the corners of his lips curved up into a deeper curve.
He came to the living room, sat down and stared at Song Yunran who was playing with his phone and suddenly asked, âDidnât you say that auntie made too many dishes for you to finish?â
ââ¦â¦â Song Yunran looked up expressionlessly, âWhy do you ask so many questions, itâs not like you have to do it.â
Qin Ke laughed in a low voice and talked about the business: âI saw the publicity of ãHongbai Xixiã.
âVery impressive, right? In fact, I also got inspiration from Ning Dongâs previous promotions. Anyway, this is not the first time they have done this, in that case why canât I use it to promote the movie invested by Xinghe.â
Qin Ke looked at him with lowered eyes and asked in a soft voice, âArenât you afraid that there will be accidents and the final release results will not be as good as you expected?â
Song Yunran replied to a comment from a netizen before saying, âIâve seen the film, unless the audienceâs eyes are blind this time, there is no way there will be an accident.â
The quality of the filmâs production is there, whether in the past or present life, nothing has actually changed.
Whatâs more, now that Qin Keâs acting skills are even better than before, he dares to pat his chest and guarantee that the movie will only capture more box office from the previous life when it is released.
âBut well â¦â¦â
Song Yunran changed the subject, looking at the phone and said, âLike such a national mobilization of large-scale publicity, Ning Dong is also doing for the first time. Dad is so good to you, have you been particularly moved?â
Qin Ke looked at him meaningfully: âI need to be moved? Wasnât it you who rushed to get the movie released for fear of being thrown into a marriage alliance?â
Song Yunranâs fingertips gave a beat. He was caught off guard by the revelation of his heart.
He shot back with resentment, âBut after all, itâs your movie thatâs being promoted. So donât take advantage of it and not be satisfied.â
Qin Ke said: âWell, there is a way, I should thank you.â
Song Yunranâs non-existent tail cocked up. Thinking in his heart that a child can be really taught.
He is very pleased, then suddenly swiped to the comment section appeared a prickly content.
This netizen spoke quite to his liking: [I can see that this is the treatment only for the real son].
Beautiful! Good vision!
Song Yunran pressed the screen hard, and after giving the other party a like, he felt that it was not enough, and after a momentâs thought, he directly forwarded this comment, and happily typed a line: [You found this out.]
As soon as it was sent out, within two minutes, the new comment was covered by a blanket of question marks.
In the midst of a sea of question marks, a handful of cheerful writers gave their own versions of the animal
[Is this the legendary mockery?]
[I thought the fact that Qin Ke was Xingheâs own son had long been known to everyone.]
Song Yun Ran was not satisfied with everyoneâs reaction and felt that they had not grasped his deeper meaning.
He thought for a moment, gave Qin Ke a wary glance, and silently sat down in a slightly distant position.
Qin Ke: â?â
Song Yunran has a straight face: âYou play by yourself for a while, I have business to do.â
As he said that, he skillfully switched to the small account, and clicked into the stoned group, to see if this group of young girls, who are the best at imagining things, could understand his true intentions.
CP fans these days have long been sugar smashed dizzy. At this moment, everyone is in an overly fed state, and their words have revealed a numb joy.
[Keep a low profile, please.]
[The young couple is always in love with the show. Iâm simply convinced.
[Why donât you get married when youâre like this, and can I travel for nine yuan?]
Song Yunran: ââ¦â¦â
This is not the content he wanted to see. He lowered his head, and quickly flipped through the chat records with a red face. Feeling frustrated, he found that he still had to do some things on his own.
So his high school girl persona came online and typed: [Have you seen Song Yunranâs new tweet? So heâs Qin Keâs father! No wonder I always thought they were a father-son team!
For some reason, the group suddenly went quiet for about ten seconds.
Song Yunran blinked in confusion, why did everyone stop talking?
After waiting for a few more seconds, someone finally replied to him: [Little Eleven, donât believe in Ran Ranâs words.]
Song Yunran: [???]
[If they are father and son, then Qin Ke is definitely the father!
[Qin Ke is the father +1]
[Laughing, no one really thinks that Song Yunran can be a father in front of Qin Ke, right?]
ââ¦â¦â
Song Yunran threw away his phone, his heart was numb.
Quit the group and forget about it.
The author has something to say: CP fans rebelled, breaking the heart of the Xiao Song.
T/N: My first language isnât English, and there may be some grammatical errors. But I try not to deviate from the authorâs narrative. If there are any errors or nonsensical sentences, feel free to comment.