Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Aunt Zhao has been in the Song family for more than 20 years and has rarely shown such a panicked expression.

"The old man and Master Cheng Yu started arguing in the study!"

Just quarreling wouldn't be so urgent.

It seems that the situation is very serious.

Zhu Xia put away her phone and quickly walked to the study with Aunt Zhao, asking what was going on as they walked.

"The old man asked Master Cheng Yu to come into the study to discuss something. I wanted to bring them some tea, but I found that they were arguing." Aunt Zhao looked worried. "The old man's walking stick was broken, and he asked someone to bring a new stick."

Zhu Xia frowned when he heard this.

Song Chengyu was the designated heir, and because he had poor health when he was a child, his grandfather almost never hit him.

And now, even the crutches were broken.

How serious is the matter?

In the study, priceless antique ceramics were broken into pieces of varying sizes, and a walking stick broken into three pieces were scattered on the ground in a disorderly manner.

"The whole family has carefully trained you and has high hopes for you, but you lost your mind for a woman." Old Master Song said sternly, "The female student's family background, character, ability... in every aspect, she is not worthy of being in a respectable place."

"Can Zhu Xia be accepted into a prestigious position? She is just an orphan with no roots or names." Song Chengyu smiled lightly, with a mocking look on his face.

Zhu Xia heard this when she reached the door. She stopped and remained silent for two seconds.

"Rebellious son!" Old Master Song spoke sternly and swung the stick in his hand, wanting to strike him down. Then there was a knock on the door, followed by a calm female voice.

"grandfather."

Old Man Song looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhu Xia standing at the door holding a cup of tea. She calmly glanced at Song Chengyu who was kneeling on the ground. He was only wearing a white shirt on his upper body, his spine was straight, and there were two crisscross bloodstains on his back.

"Aunt Zhao prepared tea. I thought I had something to talk to you about, so I brought it over on my own initiative." Zhu Xia walked over slowly. The desk was empty, so she placed the tea on it.

"Xia Xia, do you know any female models?" Old Master Song looked at her with a solemn tone, just like the head of a family.

Zhu Xia understood and nodded: "I know."

"Tell me what you think of her." Mr. Song's anger just now seemed to have disappeared completely, leaving only dignity and calmness.

"Li Xuan, currently a senior, was discovered by a scout during her sophomore year and became a model. She did very well in school and has also achieved significant results after starting work. She focuses on both her studies and her career, and is a very hard-working and motivated girl," said Zhu Xia.

Mr. Song nodded slightly and said, "Go on."

Zhu Xia understood that grandpa was referring to another level.

Song Chengyu and Old Man Song had an argument, probably because Song Chengyu was obsessed with Li Xuan.

Although the Song family is one of the top families in the city and does not need a business marriage, the heir cannot marry anyone he wants.

Young men from aristocratic families might bring female companions to public events to kill time when they were lonely, but that was just for fun.

The person you marry in the end needs to be approved by the family.

But for some old stubborn people in the family, aristocratic family background is what they value.

Class is insurmountable.

The idea that lovers will eventually get married is a childish fantasy, even more absurd than a fairy tale.

There are very few families in the country that can match the Song family. To be a mistress in the Song family, you don't have to have a mistress of the same social status. If the woman is excellent in other aspects, you can appropriately lower the class requirements.

For Mr. Song, who has experienced countless business and political crises, he values ​​ability more than class background.

There are many people who rely on their family to sit in high positions, but cannot change their stupid nature. Zhou's father is one of them.

Class issue…Mr. Song can personally send her to a position that is unattainable by the world.

Ability problem…it’s hard to change one’s nature, Mr. Song sneered.

Zhu Xia lowered her eyelashes and fell into a brief thought.

At this moment, Song Chengyu clenched his fists, almost bulging veins: "Grandpa!"

"I think you're being stupid!" Mr. Song's face suddenly turned three degrees colder, and he hit the stick hard.

Young men from aristocratic families have always seen countless girls. The girl that Song Chengyu likes must have an extraordinary side, and this side is enough to convince the family members to accept the girl.

As a person who has experienced this, Mr. Song can see it clearly.

He did not expect that his chosen successor would be so stupid as to do such a ridiculous thing.

"Apologize to Xia Xia." Mr. Song said sternly.

Zhu Xia was thinking, and when he heard it, he suddenly raised his eyes, and said respectfully in a steady voice: "Grandpa, I want to talk to you alone inside."

Old Master Song looked at her with his sharp eyes without revealing any emotion, then snorted at Song Chengyu, walked inside, and agreed to her request.

Zhu Xia looked at his grandfather's back, glanced at Song Chengyu, and said, "Third brother. If you really like Li Xuan and want to marry her, you should think about how to convince grandfather. If you can't convince him, it means she is not suitable to be your wife now."

She paused and continued, "Just because it's not suitable now doesn't mean it won't be suitable in the future. Absolute strength brings absolute freedom, and you know this better than me. Whether it's improving academic qualifications, etiquette education, or abilities in all aspects... To convince family members, she must let them see her irreplaceability or benefits."

Zhu Xia walked into the depths of the study room. Aunt Zhao at the door hurried over and looked at Song Chengyu with pity.

"You..."

Song Chengyu's knee was also hit hard. He stood up despite the severe pain, his face normal, and his eyes looked into the depths of the study room behind a curtain.

Aunt Zhao didn't understand what was going on with this childhood sweetheart. She had watched them grow up, taken care of their food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and no one understood Song Chengyu's feelings better than her.

Aunt Zhao didn't think he was the kind of person who would have affairs outside.

Where do the female students and female models come from?

……

Zhu Xia slowly poured a cup of tea for Mr. Song and said, "Grandpa, calm down."

Old Master Song held the tea, took a sip, raised his wrinkled eyelids and looked at the calm little girl.

"How much did you hear what your third brother said?"

"It's not worthy of being put in a high-class place." Zhu Xia said honestly.

"what idea."

Zhu Xia did not give a direct answer, but said: "When I was a child, I liked to do math problems. I would rather bury my head in solving problems than play with my peers. You asked me why, and I answered that it was because math problems have only one standard answer."

Old Master Song raised his eyebrows and looked at her quiet and delicate face.

"You asked me again, how can we be sure of the only standard for this answer? Are the things left by our predecessors necessarily correct? As time goes by, the answer will become more and more vague. Only one thing will never change: the people at the top of the pyramid always make the rules."

Zhu Xia said slowly: "People standing on high buildings can ignore the thoughts of everyone below them."

There was an undisguised gleam in her bright eyes.

Mr. Song's eyes darkened slightly.