The green camphor tree has a deep view

Song Weiming paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. He didn't expect Wen Qing to take the bait so quickly, and he didn't expect Wen Qing to have no attachment to Song Jingshen at all.

This child really doesn't look like her aunt. Zhou Wen fell in love with him at first sight and was devoted to him. She never had sex with him until she gave birth to Jing Long.

After being taken into the Song residence by him, Zhou Wen prostrated herself beside him. Not only did she take good care of Old Madam Song, she also did not fight for her status and followed his arrangements for all decisions.

Perhaps it was this gentle resilience that touched him, as well as the guilt for not being able to give her a legitimate status and for kicking her out of the Song family, that made Song Weiming never forget Zhou Wen.

At this moment, when he saw Wen Qing sitting in front of him, he felt that her posture and appearance were somewhat similar to Zhou Wen, but her personality was very different, and he couldn't help feeling regretful.

It would be great if she could be as gentle and affectionate as Zhou Wen...

"Mr. Song, what is your plan?" Wen Qing asked, feeling strange.

Why did he suddenly become dazed with a weird smile on his face?

Song Weiming's ridiculous thoughts were interrupted. He realized his own gaffe, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, smiled and said, "How old were you when your aunt and I first met?"

"What?" Wen Qing didn't expect him to mention this. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Less than ten years old."

"Yeah, almost. You always followed your parents back then. No matter how harshly they scolded me, you were always very quiet and well behaved. You didn't look like a little kid." Song Weiming lost himself in memories, his expression warming up. "At that time, your parents were also in their prime. I didn't expect that so soon..."

"Mr. Song, let the past be the past." Wen Qing said calmly, "You called me here today, it shouldn't be to reminisce about the past, right?"

"You look very similar to your aunt. Have your family members ever mentioned this?" Song Weiming continued to ask.

"We are related by blood, so it's normal for us to look alike. There's nothing to mention." Wen Qing said, "Why did Mr. Song suddenly bring up this?"

"When I saw you today, I suddenly felt that fate is very interesting. I like your aunt, and my son likes you. It seems that aesthetic taste is also hereditary."

Wen Qing chuckled and said, "What does it have to do with fate? I'm afraid it has more to do with self-control."

Song Weiming was stunned, his face slightly embarrassed, but he regained his composure in an instant, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Depth of Field has poor self-control? This is the first time I've heard of it."

Now it was Wen Qing's turn to feel embarrassed. She paused before saying, "It depends on what aspect it is. When it comes to relationships, he really has no self-control."

"Really? He forced you?" Song Weiming pursed his lips slightly, as if he was watching a good show.

"You can ask him. I don't want to talk about this." Wen Qing was embarrassed and annoyed, and said impatiently, "What plan do you have? Tell me about it."

"Don't worry. I have to figure out the relationship between you and Depth of Field."

"What's there to speculate about?" Wen Qing said helplessly, "He and I have nothing to do with each other. He just wants to see me for fun. If he gets tired of me, I can leave at any time. As long as he doesn't bother me anymore, I will never cause him any trouble."

"I don't think he will get tired of it." Song Weiming said slowly, "I know my son well. He has sharp eyes and a heavy mind. He usually seems to be indifferent to who he is with, but in fact, he knows very well that he is not sincere to anyone. Without sincerity, he can play well.

However, once he really sets his eyes on someone, he won’t be indifferent. He will act secretly to get his target and will never let go until he gets his wish. Even after letting go, he won’t allow others to get involved.”

Wen Qing couldn't help but shudder. No one else is allowed to get involved?

Thinking of Gu Huai's feelings for Zhou Wen, Wen Qing felt uneasy. Could it be that Song Weiming knew about it?

She secretly glanced at Song Weiming's face and saw that he looked calm and showed no signs of emotional fluctuations, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you like observing people?" Song Weiming's eyes suddenly moved down, covering her tightly.

"No, I'm just... used to observing people's expressions." Wen Qing was caught by him and said embarrassedly.

"Oh, then you must be very familiar with the depth of field's micro-expressions, and you must be able to see a lot of information that others can't see, right?"

"What do you mean?" Wen Qing raised her eyes and asked.

Song Weiming raised his head, his gaze passed through the balcony outside the room, and reached the empty distance:

"He acts unfathomable in front of others, but in bed, in front of the woman he likes, he will always show some of his true self."

"I... I'm not that close to him..." Wen Qing said shyly, "Even if I were, I wouldn't observe so much."

"Then I'll give you a task: observe him carefully, understand him, figure out his thoughts, and then tell me what he is thinking." Song Weiming stared at her and spoke word by word.

"He is so thoughtful and careful, how can I see through him? And he never tells me about his work."

"When he first met you, he was happy to drive you and let you join his project team. Do you think this was all accidental?"

"...He was just attracted by her beauty." Wen Qing sighed and said, "He never told me any business secrets, nor did he let me get in touch with any core business. Mr. Song, if you want to get first-hand information from me, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"Don't be anxious. He's been pursuing you for several months, hasn't he just succeeded? It won't be easy for me to get information from you." Song Weiming smiled disapprovingly, his expression relaxed and comfortable, as if he was determined to get her cooperation.

"Mr. Song, why do you have to keep an eye on me to dig out information? Song Jingshen may abandon me at any time. I am really not the right person." Wen Qing said as she glanced at Gu Jia, who immediately glared at her.

"You are such a green tea." Gu Jia looked down at her and said, "On the one hand, you are hanging on to Brother Jingshen, and on the other hand, you say that he wants to abandon you. You said both the positive and negative things. Don't you have any problems at all?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood something and couldn't help laughing, "My problem is probably that I shouldn't have come to Jiangcheng and gotten involved with the Song family. I knew that my aunt was living a shady life in the Song family, but I still had to get involved...

In the end, I didn’t help my aunt solve any problems, but instead brought a lot of trouble to myself.”

"You still find it troublesome? If you really find it troublesome, why don't you just get out of here?" Gu Jia pressed her aggressively, glancing at her with her almond-shaped eyes, her eyes full of disdain and contempt without any disguising.

Wen Qing looked at her in disbelief, her voice trembling as she said, "Why should I leave? He is the one who should put himself in the right place! I am the niece of his father's mistress, and it is not a suitable relationship emotionally or logically. He insisted..."

"He insisted? Humph," Gu Jia's eyes turned red with jealousy. She pointed a finger at Wen Qing's nose and scolded loudly, "Brother Jingshen has seen all kinds of women, how could he only care about you? You must have used some tricks. A cheap and scheming woman like you, what tricks can't you use to get to the top..."

"Okay!" Song Weiming interrupted her and said loudly, "Gu Jia, go out first. I want to talk to Miss Wen alone."