Kick out the Phoenix man and marry the richest man!

Song Weidong didn't care what Song Shuning's expression was now. He was determined to give Song Shuning enough sense of security.

The Song family is Song Shuning's strongest backing!

He didn't even call his secretary in. He wrote a contract by hand, signed his name on it, and even put his fingerprint on it.

Song Shuning sat there and watched his movements silently.

I felt a little amused, but then a little disappointed.

This... is my father.

The only time since I turned eighteen that I supported myself so firmly was because my original value was about to be lost.

Song Weidong quickly wrote his promise on it.

"My dear daughter, look, Dad has already written it clearly. Check to see if there is any problem. Your name has not been written. Just put your fingerprint on it and it will take effect."

Song Weidong hurried back to Song Shuning with the agreement, pen and ink, and stuffed the agreement into Song Shuning's hands.

Song Shuning didn't expect that Ling Ruiyuan's calling him Uncle Song would give Old Song such a big shock.

She controlled her expression and looked at the paper.

Because it was handwritten and he was a bit anxious, Song Weidong's handwriting was a little sloppy, and the content could only be vaguely seen.

The gist of it is that if Song Shuning and Ling Ruiyuan can successfully get married, he is willing to transfer 15% of Song's shares to Song Shuning. If Song Shuning fails, he will not take Song Shuning's 5% of the shares.

"Dad, why don't you want that 5% of the shares?" Song Shuning looked up at Song Weidong, his voice trembling as if he was moved.

Song Weidong gave a loving smile.

"Shunning, Dad knows that you must have had a hard time in the past few years since you left the Song family. Fortunately, your mother's shares were still in your hands at that time, so you won't be looked down upon by others when you go to the Meng family.

"But Dad never intended to take your shares. Now that you've grown up, Dad will return all these shares to you as compensation for the suffering you've endured outside for so many years."

Song Shuning sneered in his heart, I live very comfortably in the Meng family, I only suffer in the Song family!

But she didn't show it on her face, instead her eyes were filled with tears, "Dad!"

"Don't cry, don't cry." Song Weidong hurriedly comforted, "If you cry and your makeup is ruined, it won't look good."

Song Shuning was pretending at first. She pinched her thigh hard and then tears welled up in her eyes.

But Song Weidong's words directly pierced her memory and brought her back to her childhood.

She was only six or seven years old at that time. She accidentally fell down while playing in the garden and lay there crying.

The garden was not far from Song Weidong's study, and he rushed out as soon as he heard the sound.

He picked up Song Shuning and brushed the dirt off her skirt.

"Ningning, don't cry. Look at your face, there are tears and dirt all over it. It doesn't look good at all."

Once upon a time, her father also comforted her patiently in this way.

Tears suddenly burst out, like beads that had broken off the string, rolling down and landing on the carpet in the study without making even a sound.

"Alas, why is it that the more you coax her, the more she cries? Mr. Ling will ask about it later."

Song Weidong was a little anxious.

Even if Ling Ruiyuan is just using Song Shuning as a shield now, it doesn't mean there is no hope.

But if she cried here, it would easily annoy Ling Ruiyuan.

These words immediately stopped Song Shuning's tears.

Things are different now than they were in the past. Everything is different now.

She quickly picked up the pen, signed her name as the recipient, and also put her fingerprint.

Song Weidong nodded with satisfaction, "Don't worry, daughter. Dad will fully cooperate with you now. If you need any help, just come to Dad!"

Song Shuning nodded, "I understand."

Then he seemed to remember something and looked troubled.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

Song Weidong's eyebrows also frowned.

Taking the initiative to bet 15% of the shares and letting Song Shuning not to pay any price even if he failed was already a huge concession. Isn't Song Shuning satisfied with this?

If this is true, he should also consider whether he should let Song Jingxi join in and give it a try.

After all, Song Jingxi is also a child of the Song family.

Song Jingxi conquered Ling Ruiyuan, and she could still be Ling Ruiyuan's father-in-law.

"How did the incident with my sister last time end?"

The matter about my sister?

What's that?

Song Weidong didn't react for a moment and looked confused.

"It's about Mr. Lu."

"Those are all trivial matters." Song Weidong suddenly realized and waved his hand as if he didn't care.

"That's how new news comes out of online discussions. No one will hold on to this matter. Jingxi was a little too much in the first place."

"You don't need me to look for Xia Xia and Lu Zhaoxin..."

"No, no, you don't have to worry about these now. Just take down Ling Ruiyuan." Song Weidong patted her shoulder with a smile.

“Then the stock price…”

"It's because Ling Ruiyuan didn't deny the affair with you. Many people thought that the person who married Ling Ruiyuan was you, so the stock price has risen back now, and it's even higher than before."

When this matter was mentioned, Song Weidong smiled even more happily.

"Well... okay." Song Shuning lowered his head, folded the agreement and stuffed it into his bag.

"Daughter, you don't need to be distracted by other things now. Just be good to Ling Ruiyuan."

Song Weidong looked at his daughter in front of him and liked her more and more.

It's simply my lucky star.

Afterwards, I also have to have a good talk with Bai Qing and Jing Xi, asking them to stop targeting Shu Ning. It has not been easy for her living outside for so many years.

"Then... I'll go out first?" Song Shuning stood up.

"Wait a moment." Song Weidong stopped her.

Song Shuning paused. Did he discover something, or did he want me to find Xia Xia and Lu Zhaoxin again?

She was just talking, she didn't take it seriously.

"Your makeup is a little smudged. I'll ask Uncle Lin to bring a makeup artist over to fix it for you."

Song Weidong was still smiling and called Uncle Lin directly.

Song Shuning then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had messed up.