Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

The person guarding outside the door didn't know what the two people in the room talked about, so he just sent the person back as instructed.

But obviously, things went smoothly and their boss seemed to be in a good mood.

Song Weijiang took out a dozen candid photos from the drawer, all of which were intimate pictures of Zhang Weisheng and the boy just now.

When he mentioned the name Zhang Xiaoqi, Zhang Weisheng's expression and eyes told it all. He was like a lion that instantly became alert and would not allow anyone to take anything from his territory.

Song Weijiang lit a cigarette and started puffing smoke in the room.

He was not worried that Zhang Weisheng was really unwilling to return to the Song family to recognize his ancestors. That was just an immature idea of ​​a child. What really concerned him was that Zhang Weisheng fell in love with a man, which was something that he would never allow to happen as the heir of the Song family.

Song Weijiang took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Your little boyfriend is easier to talk to than I thought,"

"Don't get excited. I just invited him over to sit down with me. I didn't touch a hair on his head."

"One million to help you test his sincerity. This deal is worth it."

After looking at the hung up phone, Song Weijiang threw the phone on the table, leaned back in his chair and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Zhang Weisheng is more capable and competent than he imagined. He does everything promptly and without hesitation, but he is also very picky.

Song Weijiang is confident of victory.

Not long after Song Xun came back, he heard the sound of a key turning in the door.

Apart from himself, Zhang Weisheng was the only one who had the key to the room. Normally, Zhang Weisheng would still be in the studio at this time and would stay there until very late.

Song Xun approached the door and bumped into Zhang Weisheng who suddenly pushed the door open.

He looked very anxious, in an unusual hurry, and forgot to take out the key while it was hanging in the door lock.

Zhang Weisheng had a gloomy expression, and there was something suppressed in his eyes, but he forced himself to hold it back.

He closed the door, remembering that he had promised Zhang Xiaoqi that he would not wrongly accuse him again and would speak nicely, so Zhang Weisheng tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"You have met Song Weijiang."

This is not a question, but a statement, as if everything is already known.

Song Xun nodded: "I have seen it."

Zhang Weisheng's fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice was calm and low: "You took his money and want to leave me."

This was half right. Song Xun pondered and admitted, "I did take his money."

The air seemed to be stagnant, and fell into a brief silence and peace. Zhang Weisheng stood at the entrance, looking at Song Xun silently, with a storm brewing in his eyes.

He suddenly approached Song Xun and curled his lips: "You want to leave me, then where can you go?"

Zhang Weisheng seemed to have reached the limit of his depression, and said in a very uncalm tone: "I have your ID card, I won't give it to you."

Being stared at coldly, Song Xun touched his nose and couldn't help but said, "Can't I get a replacement?"

Zhang Weisheng's gaze at him became even colder.

"Who said I was leaving?" Song Xun muttered.

The storm in Zhang Weisheng's eyes, which had not yet fully formed, was half dispersed and half closed because of this sentence. He was a little stunned and stared at Song Xun blankly, still with some doubts.

Song Xun: "You can look in your bag."

Zhang Weisheng still stared at him intently, as if he could disappear on the spot in the blink of an eye.

So in front of him, Song Xun took out the wallet that Zhang Weisheng had put in the drawer, took out the card given by Song Weijiang, and showed it in front of Zhang Weisheng.

Song Xun did accept Song Weijiang's money, and he did so without any psychological burden.

As Zhang Weisheng's biological father, Song Weijiang has never paid a penny for his child support since he was a child. He is even more stingy than a miser. It is not too late to make up for it now to support his son's entrepreneurship.

As for leaving Zhang Weisheng? Wouldn't it be nice to have someone take care of all the good food and drinks?

Zhang Weisheng was a little slow to react for a moment. He stared at the bank card that Song Xun held in front of him in a daze, and then realized that he had misunderstood something.

If Zhang Xiaoqi really wanted to leave, she wouldn't have come back and changed into pajamas, and wouldn't have shown any intention of packing her luggage.

Zhang Weisheng could have easily noticed these details, but when it came to Zhang Xiaoqi's affairs, he always lost his composure easily.

Song Xun shook the card and said, "There's one million in it. Here you go."

Zhang Weisheng moved his dry throat and said, "Aren't you afraid that Song Weijiang will take revenge on you if you fail to do what you promised?"

"He won't tell anyone." A hint of clever cunning flashed in Song Xun's eyes. As a third-party perspective in the plot, he certainly knew how much Song Weijiang didn't want people to know that he was cuckolded and couldn't have a son.

Moreover, he was specially invited, and the money was almost stuffed into his hands. It would be terrible if he let him down. Anyway, the money was in Zhang Weisheng's hands, unless Song Weijiang flattered himself and asked his son for it back.

Zhang Weisheng took the card from his hand and threw it aside as if he was throwing away a piece of dirt.

"Don't take his money. I'll give you all the money I earn in the future."

Song Xun watched his movements, his eyes still fixed on the card. Zhang Weisheng stepped over the card and took Song Xun to sit on the sofa.

In silence.

Zhang Weisheng began to tell about his past life which he had never revealed to Song Xun.

Zhang Wei never concealed Zhang Weisheng's disgraceful background. When she was pregnant with Zhang Weisheng, she hoped that this child would soften Song Weijiang's heart.

But in the end, the hope was dashed, as Zhang Weisheng had already been born.

Zhang Wei was not a competent mother, but she gave Zhang Weisheng a life and a shelter from the wind and rain.

When she was ill the most, she was rarely affectionate and showed towards Zhang Weisheng the tender care and love that only a mother could show.

Zhang Weisheng couldn't give up this rare love, so he went against Zhang Wei's wishes.

He wanted to see his father, who was related to him by blood, and begged him to lend a helping hand to the woman with whom he had a relationship and who had given birth to a child, who was now seriously ill.

That day, Zhang Weisheng waited until it got dark.

The people inside just thought he was a person of unknown origin and did not let him in.

His half brother, who was raised in the abode of luxury, threw a stone at him capriciously. Zhang Weisheng wanted to throw it back, but then he remembered that he needed help from others, so he endured it silently.

Finally a car stopped outside and he saw a man who looked very similar to himself getting out of the car, so he dragged his heavy feet, lowered his head and begged for his help.

The man simply glanced at him, his eyes falling on his not-so-clean shoes that were caked with mud, and walked away in disgust.

“I am rich, but I don’t do charity.”

Zhang Weisheng remembered that look for a long time.

Later, Zhang Wei found out that he had gone to see Song Weijiang. She struggled to get up from the hospital bed with her haggard body, and her burst of strength tightly gripped Zhang Weisheng's arm.

"Who gave you permission to go see him? Did I ever tell you not to go see him?"

"Don't you have any shame? Why did you go to him——"

So Zhang Wei took back the little warmth she had left. Her condition worsened rapidly, and within a few days she closed her eyes forever.

Zhang Weisheng took care of her funeral.