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After hearing what Song Youan said, Song Yan's face really turned ugly.

He would definitely ask the old lady about this later, but the most important thing at the moment was Song Youan.

He continued to pretend to be concerned and asked, "Where does your father live now?"

Song Youan sneered: "You don't have to worry about this. No one really cares about my dad anyway."

"Uncle doesn't know about this, otherwise I would definitely not agree." Song Yan took out his cell phone and pretended to transfer money to Song Youan: "Uncle will transfer you 100,000 first, you and your dad..."

Halfway through his words, Song Yan was stunned when he saw the red exclamation mark in WeChat.

He had been blocked by Song Youan a long time ago, and the WeChat chat box between the two was also clean, and they had never said a word to each other.

Song Youan looked at his half-hearted pretense with disgust and sarcastically said, "Uncle, have you forgotten that I just sold two Dazhao gold ingots? I have 3600 million and I'm still short of your 10?"

Besides, if he really cared about his brother, shouldn’t he transfer the money directly to his brother?

Transfer money to her? Isn't that just putting on a show in front of her?

"I know what you're thinking. It's true that Mr. Chen and I know each other, but I won't act as a matchmaker for you. You'd better give up on this idea as soon as possible."

Song Yan's little thoughts were revealed in one sentence. Coincidentally, Yan Fei drove his car and stopped in front of Song Youan.

Song Youan didn't say anything else, just opened the door and got into the car.

Song Yan looked at the Bentley driving away with an extremely grim expression, but in the end he really had no other choice.

My niece's temper is as stubborn as her deceased mother's.

As a result, he was already feeling very humiliated by Song Youan, but when he returned home, he found that the second brother's family was also there.

The nanny was cleaning up the leftovers on the table. It was obvious that the family had just finished dinner.

Song Feng was sitting in the living room drinking tea with the old man. Seeing his eldest brother coming back, he couldn't help but look up and greeted him: "Big brother is back."

Liu Lijuan stepped forward to help Song Yan take off his suit jacket and asked with concern: "Have you eaten? Do you want me to make you a bowl of noodles?"

Song Yan shook his head grimly: "No need."

He came to the living room and sat down on the sofa. His whole aura was extremely cold. Everyone else seemed to feel it and couldn't help but look over.

"What's wrong, boss? Are you unhappy with the social event?" the old man looked at him and asked.

Just then, the old lady came over with some freshly washed fruit. Song Yan looked at her and said, "Mom, please sit down. I have something to ask you."

The old couple lived with their eldest son, and their daily life was particularly comfortable. They listened to their eldest son the most because he was the most capable and had the biggest business.

Seeing her eldest son unhappy, the old lady quickly sat down and asked with concern, "What's wrong, eldest son?"

Song Yan glanced at the second son and his wife with a bad look, then said to the old lady, "Did you bring the second son and his family to force the third son to sell the house?"

This sentence made everyone stunned.

Song Feng frowned when he realized what was happening: "Did the third brother complain to you?"

Song Yan glared at him: "Is this a question of whether to file a complaint or not? I'm just asking you if this happened?"

Song Feng fell silent, and the old lady spoke up for him: "Since the second son was in urgent need of money, I thought of asking the third son to mortgage the house first to get a loan, and then pay the money back when the second son had money. But who knew that the third son would refuse to mortgage the house and instead gave the house directly to the second son."

Song Youan hadn't mentioned these details just now, but when Song Yan heard them from the old lady's mouth, he was so angry that he laughed.

"Do you really think the third brother is stupid? He mortgaged his house to lend money to the second brother? Doesn't that mean he's helping the second brother take on his debt? If he can't pay it back, the third brother will have to pay off this loan for the rest of his life. Have you ever thought about that?"

Song Feng curled his lips indifferently: "It hasn't developed to this point now."

Song Yan looked at the old lady and asked, "You didn't even mention such a big thing to me?"

The old lady looked embarrassed. She wanted to tell her eldest son, but the second son wouldn't let her, so she kept it a secret.

The second brother sneered when he heard this: "Big brother, are you helping the third brother to blame me and Mom? What's the point of telling you? What do you mean by lending me money?"

Song Yan looked at Song Feng with anger on his face. Indeed, if Song Feng asked him, he could lend him a few hundred thousand, but he would definitely not lend him three or five million. Although he didn't need a few million, he had his own principles.

Song Feng didn't mention this to his elder brother because he knew that his elder brother would not lend him more than one million.

"If you can lend me money, I'm in need of some funds. I'm taking this opportunity to ask you to lend me five million."

"five million?"

Song Yan's eyes widened, and he said in shock, "I'm asking you, what on earth are you doing that requires so much money? Your small company only makes around 10 million yuan in profit a year, and you're spending nearly 10 million yuan in less than a month?"

"Don't worry about what I want to do. Your dear brother opened his mouth to you today, so just tell me whether you will lend it to him or not."

"No!" Song Yan refused flatly: "Don't even think about it!"

Song Feng stood up when he heard this, and was also very angry: "If you don't lend it to me, don't worry about how I get the money."

After saying that, he pulled up Guo Wanfang beside him and said, "Let's go, wife."

Guo Wanfang hesitated and wanted to smooth things over. After all, her eldest brother's family business was big and she would have to rely on him in the future. It would not be good if things got out of hand.

But seeing the tense atmosphere at the moment, she could only swallow her words, smiled embarrassedly at her sister-in-law, and followed Song Feng.

"Boss, what are you doing?" The old lady blamed Song Yan when she saw this.

Song Yan looked at the old lady and spoke harshly for once: "Mom, you don't do things this way. No matter how much you despise the third child, you can't let him sell his only house."

"And don't you even think about what the second brother is going to do with the money? A house isn't enough, but he needs another five million? If I take out ten million and add a little more, I can buy out his shabby little company."

The old man finally spoke: "The eldest brother is right. The second brother has been unreliable since he was a child. He is where he is today thanks to the eldest brother's guidance and good luck. Don't let his good life last too long and make him get carried away and get cheated by others."

Song Yan felt a pain in his heart and didn't want to get angry anymore. He just looked at the old lady and asked, "Do you know where the third brother lives now?"

The old lady actually said as if it was a matter of course: "How should I know this?"

Song Yan felt his chest twitch when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and looked at the old lady speechlessly, saying, "You, don't hurt the third and second sons. Then they will both blame you."

The old lady was stunned and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

But a wave of fear welled up in my heart, and I looked at the old man.

The old man also sighed and shook his head, then stood up and went back to his room.