The green camphor tree has a deep view

At that time, Zhou Wen had just given birth to Jing Long and was still very weak. At Gu Huaian's funeral, she wore a black gauze skirt and a gauze hat. The breeze blew, revealing a small white face under the black gauze, so soft and delicate, like a black orchid growing in an ancient painting.

Gu Huaiyuan fell in love with her at first sight and could never forget her!

He deeply condemned himself and knelt in front of his sister's grave to repent deeply, but he could not control his emotions and still longed for Zhou Wen day and night.

But she was already Song Weiming's woman and had given birth to a son. Just after her son was born, Gu Huaian's mental condition deteriorated until she was killed in a car accident.

From then on, Gu Huaian rejected everyone's pursuit and focused on his career. Only when there were gatherings between the Gu and Song families would he go to the Song residence to see her and ease his lovesickness.

Until yesterday, he was invited to a dinner by his cousin Gu Huaibang, and heard an old shareholder present say that if Song Weiming wanted to avoid having all of Gu Huaian's shares taken away by his eldest son, he would have to abandon Zhou Wen.

You know, in recent years, Song Jingshen's company has grown bigger and bigger, and the momentum of swallowing up the Song Group has already formed. If Song Weiming gives up the shares left by Gu Huaian, he will completely lose his voice in the Song Group.

Song Weiming and Gu Huaian have been married for many years, and Gu Huaiyuan thinks he knows his brother-in-law quite well.

After Gu Huaian's death, Song Weiming brought Zhou Wen and her son to the Song family. It was more out of consideration of interests than out of responsibility as a husband and a father.

While letting Zhou Wen take care of Old Lady Song instead of Gu Huaian, he took his son Song Jinglong to the Song family ancestral home to train him personally, hoping to use Jinglong to check and balance Song Jingshen in the future. After Old Lady Song died, Zhou Wen naturally lost her usefulness and was kicked away, but Jinglong could stay by her side to take on important responsibilities.

When Old Lady Song was alive, Song Weiming kept Gu Huaian's will secret, just to deceive Zhou Wen into serving the old lady wholeheartedly. Now that Old Lady Song has passed away, there is no need for him to hide it anymore.

Thinking of this, Gu Huaiyuan pursed his lips tightly. He hated Song Weiming's greed, but also felt sorry for Zhou Wen - a kind-hearted woman as beautiful as a orchid should be well cared for, not coaxed, used, and abandoned!

Seeing that he looked serious, Wen Qing did not ask any more questions. She went to the nurses' station, got some hot water in a paper cup and handed it to him, then asked him to sit in the ward and wait.

Gu Huaiyuan looked around the ward, then glanced at the sleeping Zhou Wen from a distance, and said to Wen Qing, "I'm going back first. Call me when she wakes up."

Wen Qing replied "OK" and saw Gu Huaiyuan gently place the glass of water on the nurse's table. She smiled and motioned to the young nurse who was blushing and peeking at him to take the water away, then she strode to the end of the corridor.

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Late at night. The private room of the Fuse Bar.

Fang Ziming drank half a glass of red wine in the slender hand of the beautiful woman in his arms, laughed, hugged her and was about to lie down in the booth. The beautiful woman pushed him away at first, but she softened after he touched her lower back a few times, and her whole body wrapped around his waist like a water snake. Fang Ziming was very excited and was about to move, but the beautiful woman suddenly froze, poked his shoulder with her finger, and pointed behind him.

"What's wrong? You want more money?" Fang Ziming asked irritably, "Just get started! I'll give you enough money!"

"No, Brother Ming, someone is looking for you." The beautiful woman said tremblingly, "He is so fierce..."

Fang Ziming looked back and saw Song Jingshen staring down at him, his eyes sinister and cold, with a murderous aura emanating from his whole body.

He sat up with a start, waved his hand to signal the beauty to leave quickly, and stuffed the torn hem of his shirt into his waistband.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to eat people?" He felt that Song Jingshen seemed particularly violent tonight.

Song Jingshen sat down, picked up a bottle of red wine from the table and started drinking. Fang Ziming was stunned, and it took him a while to react and stop him.

"Hey hey... tens of thousands for a bottle, are you drinking it like water?"

"You still care about this little money?" Song Jingshen sneered, "Who said the money is enough?"

"Hey, that's boring. I was just trying to coax the girl." Fang Ziming said with an apologetic smile.

After hearing this, Song Jingshen suddenly turned cold. With only a little wine left in his hand, he stood up suddenly and went to the wine cabinet.

Seeing his attitude, Fang Ziming also took the risk and took out his cell phone to call loudly: "Hello? Bring up those bottles of good wine in the cellar, and call up the newcomer Linlin as well."

"What Linlin?" Song Jingshen turned around. He looked a little drunk, but his gait and expression were still steady.

"The new student girl is pure, fair-skinned, has long legs, a thin waist, and looks like your relative when she smiles." Fang Ziming had seen Wen Qing before, and he roughly guessed that Song Jingshen was upset about this girl. He was not sure if he guessed correctly, so he might as well make it clear. If he didn't guess correctly, he could just keep guessing.

Sure enough, Song Jingshen's expression changed. He glared at him and said nothing more.

Fang Ziming slapped his thigh and a big firework rose in his heart - he guessed it right!

After a while, the wine arrived, and the girl also arrived. Song Jingshen leaned back on the sofa, half-closed his eyes and looked at the girl.

At first glance, she does look a bit like Wen Qing. She is a little shorter than Wen Qing, and looks more obedient and gentle. But her eyes lack a bit of sharpness and spirit, and seem to lack some indifference and clarity. Song Jingshen couldn't tell what it was exactly.

It was the first time that Linlin met such a handsome and rich man when she was drinking with guests alone. She was so lucky that she was stunned.

She stared at Song Jingshen infatuatedly, thinking that this man was not only handsome, but also had a good temperament and dressed well. He looked like a rich young man, but his manners and speech were calm and sophisticated, and his eyes were frighteningly sharp.

She couldn't figure out what he was up to for a moment, and didn't dare to try to please him rashly. She just squatted by the table and poured wine and served water.

"How old are you?" Song Jingshen suddenly asked.

"What?" Linlin was startled. This man had such a strong aura that when he looked up at her, it was like a cold wave hitting her, making it hard for her to breathe.

"What do you think when I ask you your age?" Fang Ziming said jokingly, "Answer it properly, don't say you are underage."

Linlin understood, calmed herself down, and said, "I'm almost 20, and my birthday is in two months."

"Hahaha, Depth of Field, what do you think? I was right, wasn't I? This girl is very innocent! Most girls would say that their birthday is next week and strike while the iron is hot to ask men to buy them gifts, but Linlin is honest and she's been holding out for two months!"

Song Jingshen smiled, getting more and more drunk: "A 20th birthday is a big day, what gift do you want?"

Normally, when guests give gifts, it means they want to have sex. Linlin was so excited that her palms were sweating, but she showed a shy expression on her face.

"It's up to you to decide how to send it... I'm fine with anything." Linlin said tenderly.

"Can I give you money?" Song Jingshen's eyes were a little hazy, and the face in front of him seemed to be covered by another face. "Aren't you always short of money?"

"...Okay." Linlin responded hesitantly, thinking that the customer was drunk. When did she ever say she was short of money?

"Have you ever cried with a guest?" Song Jingshen asked another strange question. Linlin was speechless. She was chatting and laughing with the guests, so why was she crying?

This time even Fang Ziming was confused, and he smiled to smooth things over: "Since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone paying to watch people cry. Depth of Field, what are you trying to do?"

Song Jingshen leaned back on the sofa and smiled dejectedly: "I also want to know what she is up to."