The green camphor tree has a deep view

Buzz...buzz...buzz...a short ringtone sounded, and the phone vibrated and spun on the dashboard, waking up the dazed man.

Song Jingshen suddenly woke up and immediately picked up the phone to answer it. He glanced to the side and saw the little woman still bending her neck to struggle with the lock, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Idiot. He laughed at her secretly, put his hand on the back of her hand, and with a little force, the lock fell into the keyhole with a "click".

"Hello? Is this Jing Shen?" An old and gentle voice came from the receiver, "I'm grandma."

"Grandma, it's me. Is there something wrong?" Song Jingshen responded while slowly loosening his fingers, but his palm remained on the lock. Wen Qing quickly pulled her hand back, blushing and moving her body to avoid her buttocks touching his hand.

"This weekend, I want to go to the old house to see your father. You can come too, and bring Wen Qing with you—Jing Long is clamoring to see his cousin."

The car was very quiet. Old Mrs. Song's voice was clear, and every word fell into Wen Qing's ears.

"I have time, but I don't know how Miss Wen is doing." He glanced at her calmly and saw that she was biting her lower lip with a hesitant look.

The man suddenly remembered something and asked, "I haven't been back for many years. Are the swans in the lake okay?"

"Do you still remember the swans?" Grandma said with a smile, "They are all fine. Jing Long loves playing with them the most. After a while, he got used to them and they are not afraid of people at all."

Song Jingshen lowered his head and smiled, then looked at Wen Qing - this swan was a little afraid of him, should he also keep her?

"Are you going or not?" he asked her using mouth language, wanting her to give a definite answer.

At the last old lady's birthday party, Wen Qing offended Song Jingshen's second aunt, and also experienced the Song family's contempt for her aunt, which made her not want to get involved in the Song family's affairs from the bottom of her heart.

But Jing Long is her cousin after all, and the grandson that her grandmother has missed for many years but has never met. Just to see Jing Long, she has to go.

She took a deep breath, nodded to Song Jingshen, and said softly, "I'll go too."

The man curled his lips slightly, revealing a "I knew it" smile, and said to the grandmother on the other end of the phone: "It's settled, next Saturday, I will take Miss Wen to the lake to see the swans."

"It doesn't matter whether you see the swans or not, what's important is to see your dad." Old Mrs. Song said earnestly, "Song's business has not been going well in the past few years, and your dad's situation has become increasingly difficult. Fortunately, we still have you in the Song family! Depth of Field Technology is developing so well, and your dad is happy for you..."

Song Jingshen adjusted his sitting position and listened patiently.

"Life is tough now. It would be best if you could come back and help your father. If you don't want to, you can think of other ways. I only have one son, and I can't bear to see him suffer like this..."

Mrs. Song's voice gradually faded away, and Song Jingshen comforted her lightly: "The troubles of the Song Group are inevitable for any family business. My father is still in his prime, so he can handle it. As for me, I don't even understand Jingshen Technology, so it's not my turn to worry about the Song's affairs."

"You have always been opinionated since you were young, and now no one can persuade you. But I, an old man, can still see clearly who is capable and who is a freeloader in the Song family! If you don't help your father, he..."

Song Jingshen remained silent, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Old Mrs. Song sighed and had to change the subject: "Your father has always felt bad about your mother's matter, otherwise he wouldn't have left Jing Long's mother and lived in the old house alone..."

"No matter how bad he feels, at least it's a relief. Once my mother leaves, no one will stop Miss Zhou from taking the position." Song Jingshen said with a half smile, and glanced at Wen Qing. She pursed her lips tightly, her cheeks flushed, and her expression was uneasy and embarrassed.

"Your father didn't marry her!" Old Mrs. Song sighed again, "I don't know what he was thinking, bringing her here but not giving her a legitimate status... Fortunately, he treated Jing Long well..."

"It's his business whether to marry or not. I have no say in that." Song Jingshen said coldly, "Since the day my mother passed away, I have never used his money again, and Jingshen Technology has nothing to do with him. If he thinks highly of Jingshen Technology, he can come to talk to me in person. We are doing business together, which is better than being filial in front of the family."

Old Mrs. Song on the other end of the phone remained silent, as if she was crying, while Song Jingshen on this end remained coldly silent and did not utter another word.

Wen Qing looked at him in shock, as if she was looking at a monster - how could there be such a cold-blooded person like him in the world!

Old Lady Song just wanted him to help his father's business, and he refused to take the initiative, but in the end he said business was business. How could Song Weiming, a father, put aside his pride and talk to his son about business? Song Jingshen's words not only showed that he didn't want to help, but also insulted and provoked her, which made her, an outsider, unbearable.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Mrs. Song hung up the phone sadly. Song Jingshen threw the phone back on the dashboard, turned the key, and drove the car in silence.

Wen Qing sat quietly, and suddenly remembered that she had muted her phone just now to avoid disturbing Song Jingshen's call. She didn't know if anyone was calling her at this moment. She turned on her phone and saw four or five missed calls on the screen, all from Yin Xiaoxiao.

She called back quickly and the call was answered instantly.

"My little sister, why haven't you come yet?" Yin Xiaoxiao's anxious voice came from the microphone.

"I'm on my way, I'll be there soon." Wen Qing said apologetically. She was late today.

"That's good. I thought something happened to you and almost called the police..." Yin Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"What could happen to me?" Wen Qing couldn't help but wonder.

"You are such a beautiful woman, wandering around alone at night. You attract so many people! I have been to see you for a few times, and several men have asked me for your cell phone number. But you don't take safety seriously."

Wen Qing was scolded by her and was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.

"By the way, have you got my ticket?" Yin Xiaoxiao asked expectantly.

"Oops!" Wen Qing held her forehead with her hand, "I forgot. I'll ask someone right now."

She hung up the phone and immediately called the dance club leader, student union vice president and others she knew, but the responses she got were all saying there were no tickets.

She thought about it and called Zhu Yu again. Zhu Yu had been in the student union for many years and had a wider range of connections, but this matter was beyond her ability.

"Whose daughter is so outrageous that she wants tickets for tomorrow's show today and wants to sit close to the stage. Does she really think F University is owned by her family?" Zhu Yu complained in rapid succession, not even sparing Wen Qing, "What kind of students are you teaching? You're lucky you have such a good temper that you have to serve these troublemakers every day."

"She doesn't have any bad intentions. Don't worry, Senior Sister. It doesn't matter if she doesn't have the tickets. She won't just..."

"That's right!" Zhu Yu suddenly had an idea, "Go find Zhao Jin! He has a wide network of contacts, so he must have a solution."

"Senior Brother Zhao is very busy. I don't think it's good to bother him with such a small matter."

"Hey, to him, your problems are all big things, no matter how troublesome they are, they are not troublesome at all." Zhu Yu chuckled, "Besides, it is natural for a senior brother to help a junior sister, isn't it enough that he helps you?"

Wen Qing wanted to say something else, but Zhu Yu hung up the phone. She had no choice but to silently flip through the address book, her finger hovering over Zhao Jin's name, but she was reluctant to press it.

She knew what Zhao Jin was thinking, but she didn't want to disappoint him. Since she couldn't repay him, why bother to arouse people's expectations?

As I was hesitating, my cell phone was suddenly snatched away and thrown onto the dashboard!

Wen Qing was so shocked that she jumped up, her heart pounding as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

"Why did you throw my phone!" she asked angrily, "I muted the phone when you called me, and you did this to me when I called you!"