The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly smiled: "Majors are not important. What matters most is having similar values ​​and a suitable personality. However," she thought of her aunt for some reason, and suddenly sighed, "In the face of opportunity, these don't seem to matter..."

"Now that the time has come, anyone can do it? Your idea is quite novel." Song Jingshen said with a hint of sarcasm.

Wen Qing was used to his weirdness, so she didn't respond. She just said to Xiao Zhao, "Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood for love right now, nor do I have the energy. If I were to give you a perfunctory response, it would be disrespectful to you..."

"How come you don't have the heart to fall in love?" Xiao Zhao felt that he had a chance again when he heard this. "Are you in trouble? Or is someone bothering you? I can help you."

"She doesn't lack help." Song Jingshen glanced at Wen Qing and said lightly, "Opportunities are created by people. If a person is important enough, he will give in to any excuse."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and continued to say to Xiao Zhao: "Brother Zhao, I think everyone has their own things to do. If others can't help, there is no need to involve others. I don't know what will happen in the future, but this is the only way for now." After that, she said "goodbye" softly to Xiao Zhao and left, walking out of the electronics building.

"Hey hey..." Xiao Zhao greeted a few times, but when he saw Wen Qing didn't even turn around, he sighed and hung his head to his chest.

His unfortunate look amused Gu Jia. "Don't be discouraged! They didn't reject you. There will be opportunities in the future." Gu Jia encouraged him with a smile.

"That's terrible." Song Jingshen looked at Wen Qing's departing back and snorted with a laugh, "Nowadays, girls become so arrogant when a few people pursue them that their peers with average conditions won't even notice them."

"Could it be that she really has..." Gu Jia and Xiao Zhao widened their eyes in surprise. Gu Jia thought of Zhou Wen. Could it be that this kind of thing is also hereditary?

Song Jingshen closed his eyes slightly, and the heart-wrenching pain he felt when he first saw the photo sent by Jing Huai came back to him. In the photo, Wen Qing's face was buried in Gu Huaiyuan's chest, and Gu Huaiyuan's palm was resting on her slender shoulders, and his comfort was beyond words.

She had never sought comfort from him. Even when he made her cry, she held back her tears and choked up to prevent herself from crying out loud... It turned out that she had someone to comfort her.

Song Jing took a deep breath, and when the pain in his heart subsided, he slowly opened his eyes and said in a cold tone: "She has her own way, we can't worry about it."

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Wen Qing returned to the dormitory from the electronics building, packed some clothes and books, and rushed to the hospital ward. My aunt was awake at this moment, having just finished drinking the chicken soup brought by the nurse. When she saw Wen Qing coming in, she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "Huaiyuan was here just now, and he picked up Jinglong today."

Wen Qing nodded and went to the inner room to put her clothes and books in order. When she came out again, the nurse had already cleaned up the dishes and left. Wen Qing sat down beside her aunt's bed and asked softly, "It's been so many days, and Song Weiming hasn't come yet?"

My aunt will be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow. Seeing that she has almost recovered, Wen Qing plans to talk to her about the Song family's troubles.

"No." Zhou Wen said with a melancholy face, "Only Yin Tongcheng came, he said a few words and left."

"What did he say?" Wen Qing asked seriously. What Yin Tongcheng said was probably what Song Weiming wanted to tell his aunt.

"He said that there will be a family meeting in a few days, and then we can meet Mr. Song." Zhou Wen was still used to calling Song Weiming "Mr. Song", which made Wen Qing speechless.

"He didn't say what the meeting was for?" Wen Qing asked, carefully observing her aunt's expression.

"No, I just said it would be best if you went with me."

"Let me accompany you?" Wen Qing felt strange. It made sense for Jing Long to go, but why should she go to the Song family's meeting?

"Well, he said that I'm not fully recovered yet, so he asked you to stay with me so that I don't have to worry." Zhou Wen said.

Wen Qing understood most of it and couldn't help but sneer. Song Weiming asked her to accompany him just so that he would have someone to clean up the scene when he kicked his aunt away.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Wen asked worriedly when she saw Wen Qing looked unhappy.

"It's okay," Wen Qing shook her head and asked seriously, "Aunt, when you are discharged from the hospital, do you still want to live in the Song residence?"

"Where else can we go if not to the Song residence?" asked my aunt blankly.

"Song Weiming won't marry you, and the old lady is gone, what's the point of you staying in the mansion?"

"But I still have Jing Long..."

Wen Qing sighed secretly, and while considering her words in her mind, she slowly said, "On the day of the old lady's funeral, several shareholders of the Song and Gu companies held a private meeting in the conference room on the first floor of the hospital. I happened to hear some of it."

"What did they say?" Zhou Wen had a bad feeling and stared at her without blinking.

"They said that the old lady's will did not give you any shares. Even though Jing Long was given shares, you have to wait until Jing Long becomes an adult before you can exercise your shareholder rights. They also mentioned Gu Huaian's will..."

"I don't believe it! I've been so sincere to the old lady... After so many years, how could she..." Zhou Wen shook her head in disbelief, with tears in her eyes.

"It's actually normal for her to do this. It's better to keep the wealth within the family. You and Song Weiming are not husband and wife in the legal sense. From the perspective of protecting the interests of shareholders, it's completely understandable for her not to give you shares." Wen Qing said calmly.

If it is a boil, pus will ooze out. Let her be the one to break the window paper!

"Then...what did Gu Huaian say in his will?" Zhou Wen looked at Wen Qing and asked while sobbing.

"In order to prevent Song Weiming from marrying you, Gu Huaian added a restrictive clause in his will. If Song Weiming marries you, all her shares in the Gu and Song families will go to Song Jingshen."

Zhou Wen smiled sadly, tears streaming down her cheeks: "No wonder he didn't mention marrying me for so many years. I thought he was missing his late wife... Gu Huaian has been dead for so many years, and he kept it a secret from me for so many years. He was just trying to coax me into serving the old lady."

"Not entirely, there should also be Jing Long's reasons." Wen Qing paused, glanced at her aunt, and said as if she had made up her mind, "Ever since you got pregnant with Jing Long, Gu Huaian's mental state has been bad. It was also from that time that Song Jingshen became hostile to Song Weiming. Later, when Gu Huaian died, Song Jingshen broke off with him completely. Song Weiming lost a son and gained a business rival. Song Weiming is getting older and older, so he naturally wants to cultivate another son as a pawn, so that he can hope to check and balance Song Jingshen in the future."

After hearing Wen Qing's words, Zhou Wen couldn't help but shudder. After a long while, she asked in a trembling voice, "Is this your guess, or is it true?"

"Guessed." Looking at her aunt's collapsed expression tenderly, she sighed in her heart - there are always people who cannot accept reality, but reality will not let anyone go.

She thought about it and added cruelly, "It's not necessarily untrue. As for how accurate the guess is, we will know soon."