The green camphor tree has a deep view

Seeing Wen Qing sitting down with a determined look on her face, Song Jingshen felt something strange flash through his mind, and raised his eyes and asked, "Lawyer Zhang, the child is with them, how can I supervise him?"

Lawyer Zhang pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking a little embarrassed. After all, it was someone else's family affair, so he could only try to be perfunctory.

"These specific details are not stated in the terms. After all, when signing the trust contract, no one could have thought of what happened today... In my humble opinion, we can draft a supervision rule, such as on a certain day of each month, Miss Zhou or her client will submit an application to Mr. Jingshen, and after signing, it can be done..."

"No need." Wen Qing said softly, looking at Lawyer Zhang apologetically, "Excuse me, may I ask...if we don't want the money, do we not have to sign these details?"

"Of course! But..." Lawyer Zhang pushed his glasses up again, his eyes widened under the lenses, trying to see if the girl was serious, "You really don't want the money?"

"The Song family's money has nothing to do with us, and we are not surnamed Song." Wen Qing said calmly, "Jing Long is a member of the Song family. It is naturally up to the Song family to decide whether to give money or not. Why bother signing any detailed terms with us?"

She looked at Jing Long again: "Jing Long, if you stay with me for one day, I can support you for one day, but I can't ask for charity every now and then because of you, can you understand?"

Jing Long nodded in confusion: "...Yes, I don't want you to beg others, I can make money by myself!"

"Jing Long... Mom is sorry for you. You have to suffer with me..." Zhou Wen said crying.

Wen Qing ignored her and just stared at Jing Long and said, "If you grow up and become sensible and don't want to live with us, you can always go find your father, your brother, or even your aunt. I won't stop you, and neither will your mother."

"I won't look for them! I want my mom..." Jing Long cried along with Zhou Wen, his shoulders twitching, "I'm not afraid of hardship..."

Wen Qing couldn't help but feel a sore nose and tears welling up in her eyes, but now was not the time to cry. She held back her tears and looked up at Lawyer Zhang and said, "That's it. We don't want the money for now. When Jing Long turns 18, he can spend it on his own."

After saying that, she took Jing Long's hand with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to support Zhou Wen who was crying, and whispered: "Aunt, let's go."

Zhou Wen nodded with tears in her eyes, and glanced at Song Weiming from afar through her tears. Seeing that the other party had a sullen face and had no intention of retaining her, she finally sighed in her heart, staggered, and followed Wen Qing out.

"Miss Wen! How come... have you really figured it out?" Butler Yu, who was guarding the door, hurried over, his face full of worry. In his impression, Wen Qing was always gentle, quiet, and easy to talk to, but he didn't expect that she would be so hard and resolute when faced with things, with no room for maneuver.

Housekeeper Yu looked at her slender figure and couldn't help but said distressedly: "Master Jingshen is not a cruel person, you go to him to discuss it, he will definitely not embarrass you... Why are you doing this..." He sighed and said no more.

"Brother Yu, Qing'er doesn't want to bow her head, and we don't want to force her." Zhou Wen still had tear marks on her cheeks, and her voice became even weaker after all this ordeal. "I've thought about this situation before, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. Poor Jing Long..." As she spoke, she couldn't help sobbing again.

"I'm not pitiful, it's the ones who follow them who are pitiful." Although Jing Long is small, he has a very positive mind, "I don't want to be controlled by them!"

Wen Qing squatted down and looked at him. Although her face looked tired and heavy, her eyes could not hide her surprise: "Where did you learn these words? How can you handle them?"

"The nurses learned this from the station. They watch palace fighting dramas at night." Jing Long said with some pride. Zhou Wen lives in the Song family's private hospital, which charges high fees and has a high threshold for medical treatment. Therefore, there are not many patients, and the nurses on duty can occasionally watch a drama.

"You little bastard!" Wen Qing flicked Jing Long's forehead, causing him to protest: "Sister is bullying me!"

Wen Qing stood up with a smile and took Jing Long's hand: "If I bully you every day in the future, will you still live with me?"

"Humph! Stop trying to scare me. I won't let you bully me..."

The three of them walked slowly to the end of the corridor, and their backs actually revealed some joy. Song Jingshen looked at the back and suddenly felt a dull pain in his injured right arm. He clenched his right fist quietly until his knuckles turned white...

The Song family's will and trust matters were thus agreed upon. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Song Weiming continued to hide in his old house in the suburbs. Yin Tongcheng revolved around Song Jingshen in fear, but he knew in his heart that it would be difficult for him to gain the trust of this young Mr. Song. Privately, he tried his best to rebuild the channel of trust, so he set his sights on Qi Pengju.

When Song Weiming was in power, Yin Tongcheng was still the object of Qi Pengju's flattery. Now the situation has changed, and he has to flatter Qi Pengju again. Yin Tongcheng was indignant, but he could do nothing about it. Every time he went home, he could not help but complain. After a long time, even Yin Xiaoxiao saw the clues.

"Dad, should we ask Qi Fan's family to have a good relationship with Song Jingshen?" One autumn evening, Yin Xiaoxiao asked her father who came home early from get off work.

"Yes, since your Uncle Song has been sidelined, as one of his team members, I will also be sidelined sooner or later." Yin Tongcheng lamented.

Yin Xiaoxiao was immersed in the afterglow of the setting sun, with a thoughtful look on her face: "The Song family is generally difficult to deal with, and Uncle Qi can't do anything to them. We can start with Qi Fan."

"Qi Fan?" Yin Tongcheng looked at his daughter in surprise, surprised at her deep thoughts. "Qi Fan is still a child, how can..." He muttered, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly understood, "You mean, you and Qi Fan..."

"Well, I like him anyway. Even though he doesn't like me, I can still..."

"Wouldn't that be unfair to you?" Yin Tongcheng felt very sorry for it and asked curiously, "Does Qi Fan have someone he likes?"

"He's just like me. The person he likes also rejected him." Yin Xiaoxiao sneered and continued, "Now that person is probably too busy to take care of himself to pay any attention to him."

"The person you are talking about is Wen Qing, right?" Yin Tongcheng smiled with disdain, "She is a tough character, Qi Fan can't control her."

"So we still have a chance." Yin Xiaoxiao looked at her father with a calm expression, "Our Yin family has no resources, but we rely on the Song family for food. If we lose the relationship with the Song family, we will be finished."

"It's not the end of it..." Yin Tongcheng turned his eyes away and made excuses awkwardly.

"Of course we won't fall to the level of Wen Qing, but why should we fall? Dad." Yin Xiaoxiao stared at Yin Tongcheng's face, her eyes full of burning desire, "With Song Jingshen's ability, the Song family will only be better than when Song Weiming was in power, and we should also be getting better and better!"

"That's right..." Yin Tongcheng was forced to look back into his daughter's eyes, stammering.

Yin Xiaoxiao walked to the window, closed her eyes, and let the light orange light of the setting sun dye her cheeks. She suddenly smiled, and her eyelashes trembled like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"Song Jingshen has no shortage of capable people around him, and the Yin family doesn't have much time left." We have no choice!

As she thought about this, a line of tears on her face suddenly fell onto the windowsill, leaving a thin circle of water marks.