The green camphor tree has a deep view

"You're taking me to Beicheng?" Wen Qing sat in the passenger seat, looking at the documents in her hand under the lights of the front row of the car. "You're going to Beicheng to inspect the project. Why are you taking me with you? What about my task in the data group?"

"Give it to Xiao Zhao." Song Jingshen glanced at her and smiled nonchalantly, "Doesn't he like you? Give him a chance to show his affection."

Xiao Zhao was from Depth of Field Technology. He had helped Wen Qing with tasks for a while and was familiar with the affairs of the data group. He was a suitable replacement, but the tone of his voice made her uncomfortable.

"He doesn't need to be courteous to me. Please adjust your work arrangements without involving me." Wen Qing said as she carefully looked at a task division table in the document. "Why was the project introduction task assigned to me? Shouldn't this be your job?"

Song Jingshen glanced at her sideways and said nothing. Wen Qing understood that this man was no longer just the founder of Jingshen Technology, but also the president of the entire Song Group. It was natural that the group would not bother the president to introduce a project of a technology company under the group.

But even if he doesn't go, there's still Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin followed Song Jingshen to participate in the project operation from the beginning, coordinating various affairs, and knows more about the project-related matters than she does. Even if Zhao Jin doesn't have time to go, finding a senior vice president from Jingshen Technology is much more suitable than her.

She was thinking about how to refuse when she heard the phone in her pocket ringing.

She took out her cell phone and saw the words "Auntie" on the screen.

Song Jingshen glanced at her phone and chuckled, "Answer it. I won't talk. You are very professional at making up lies, and I just want to learn from you."

Wen Qing glared at him, thought about what to say, and answered the call: "Aunt, I'm on my way to school. Are you guys going to bed?"

"You're back to school?" Zhou Wen's gentle voice came from the microphone, "Did you leave in Professor Gu's car?"

"I took a taxi by myself." She glanced at Song Jingshen who was driving with a guilty look, and the guy really glared at her.

It was rare for him to be her driver, so Wen Qing felt very comfortable: "After I sent Professor Gu back, my senior sister called and said that there was some data to be processed on the project, so she asked me to go to school to take a look. You guys go to sleep first, I'll go home after I'm done."

"It's so late, how come something happened on the project?" Zhou Wen said worriedly, "Is it safe for you to take a taxi alone?"

"It's safe." Wen Qing smiled, feeling the long-lost warmth in her heart. She also remembered to care about her new grandma, "Grandma, will you be able to sleep in my room? Do you want me to bring a suitable pillow from school..."

Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by her grandmother's voice on the microphone: "Qing'er, there's no need to bring a pillow. I'm used to sleeping!" Ding Shuzhen said, "If you're busy too late, just sleep in school. You come back in the middle of the night and make a lot of noise, disturbing your aunt's sleep. Tomorrow morning I'll take Jinglong to kindergarten, so you don't have to run back and forth. Just follow Professor Gu and do your best with your studies."

Wen Qing was stunned for a long time, feeling as if she was kicked out of the house. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, and was speechless for a while.

"Oh, right. Song Weiming's sister came to our house just now to look for you. When we told her that you were out, she looked very unhappy." Ding Shuzhen said, "The Song family is really arrogant, as if you should be waiting for her at home."

"Why did she come to see me?" Wen Qing asked puzzledly.

"She wants you to tutor her son." Ding Shuzhen said, "Your aunt said this isn't the first time she's come back. You clearly rejected her last time, but she seems unwilling to give up. This time she wants to pay you three times the salary to come."

Wen Qing sighed: "Don't pay attention to her, I won't go."

"She saw you weren't home, so she said a few words and left." Ding Shuzhen hesitated for a moment and asked, "It's said that tutoring in Jiangcheng is more expensive than in Beicheng. I wonder how much triple the salary is, about 10,000 or 20,000 a month, right?"

Wen Qing knew that her grandmother was reluctant to give up this opportunity to make money, so she quickly said, "I have other tutors and I have enough money. There is no need to earn money from the Song family."

"I know you are strong-willed, but it doesn't matter whose money you make. Besides, she came to me on her own..."

"Grandma." Wen Qing closed her eyes, looking tired, "I won't let you be short of money. Let me decide this matter, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you're grown up now, you don't have to listen to grandma anymore." Ding Shuzhen said with a somewhat lonely tone, "Don't forget, Jing Long is a child of the Song family, we can't get rid of the Song family. I heard from your aunt that Jing Long still has a family fund to receive, but it has to wait until he is 18 years old. But Jing Long's education also needs investment, are we just going to wait for the next few years?"

"Grandma, education investment is a matter of personal discretion. I have never spent much money since I was a child, and I am living a good life now."

"Jing Long is a boy, unlike you." Ding Shuzhen concluded without further explanation, "Boys will have to make great achievements in the future. If they stay in public schools from a young age, their social circle will be limited, and they will have to compete with ordinary children for grades. They will not be able to develop their vision and abilities. How can they compare with the children of the Song family in the future?"

"Why should we compare ourselves with the Song family's children?" Wen Qing sighed, "Why don't we just walk our own path?"

"Forget about us. We don't have the resources anyway, so we just accept our fate. But Jing Long has the resources, so why doesn't he fight for them? Is Song Weiming just going to ignore it?" Ding Shuzhen became more and more angry as she spoke. "You have chosen a path without resources for Jing Long now. There's no guarantee that Jing Long won't blame you when he grows up."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, her shoulders trembling slightly. Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Song Jingshen turned up the air conditioner temperature early, but she still felt cold, cold from the inside out.

"What you said makes sense, but I really can't ask the Song family for money."

"Isn't Professor Gu Song Jingshen's uncle? I think he takes good care of you. Why don't you ask him to find Song Jingshen and see if he can transfer some money in advance..." Ding Shuzhen wanted to say something else, but her phone was snatched away by Zhou Wen:

"Mom! What are you talking about? Gu Huaiyuan is also in the Song family circle, how could he turn around and help us? Please don't make things difficult for Qing'er."

"I am worried about you. Jing Long will go to elementary school next year. Can you bear to see him squeeze into a classroom with fifty or so other kids? He could have gone to an international school!" Ding Shuzhen paused, looked at Zhou Wen, and said with pity, "You are still young. If you can get Jing Long into your social circle, it will be easier for you to marry a rich man."

Wen Qing couldn't listen any longer: "Grandma, my aunt's health hasn't recovered yet, it's too early to talk about remarriage, and Jing Long's life is not a tool for my aunt to remarry. There are a lot of great people who graduated from public schools, and not all those who graduated from international schools are elites. As for the money from the Song family... Jing Long was there on the day we severed ties with the Song family. Since he chose to go with us, we should respect his opinion."

"If Jing Long really blames me in the future, I will accept it." Wen Qing's tone was soft, but her words were clear and firm, "But I won't feel guilty, because I don't owe him anything. If someone has to feel guilty, it should be the Song family."