The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

Song Tang went to bed early after a simple dinner.

Today had exhausted her so much that she even started snoring softly in her sleep, which made Zhou Jing, who came in to cover her with the quilt, laugh.

After all, he was still young. When Song Tang woke up early the next morning, he had regained his energy. After breakfast, he began to lead his men to patrol this huge and mysterious manor.

When he was brought to Song Yaowu's room, which had been sealed for a long time, Song Tang hesitated for a moment and then gently pushed open the door that had just been unlocked.

The room is well sealed and not much dust has accumulated even after such a long time.

The sunlight streamed through the window from outside. In the luxurious room, the tiny particles in the air danced gently in the bright light, as if cheering for the room to see the light of day again.

"You all wait outside. I want to stay here for a while."

Song Tang walked into the room, stood there blankly for a while, and then sighed softly.

Zhou Jing and the others, who were still outside the room and had not followed Song Tang in, all nodded silently and gently helped Song Tang close the door.

Although there was a hint of worry on their faces, they were not worried that Song Tang would be in any danger in this room.

After all, this was Song Yaowu's former room and Song Tang's closest relative.

They were just afraid that Song Tang would have some emotional fluctuations.

After all, their young lady is emotionally rich and sentimental, and they have seen it clearly over the years.

……

The moment the door was closed, Song Tang seemed to have let down all his defenses and his whole body collapsed slightly.

As he relaxed, he walked lightly to the huge window.

The room had been dusty for a long time and no one was allowed to come in to clean it. The window glass that should have been clean and clear had become cloudy after being left idle for so many years, but one could still see a little of the scenery outside.

Song Tang probably knew that Song Yaowu had spent countless days and nights in this room, standing in front of this window, looking at the world outside, which was great and lonely.

The sentimental girl personally put Song Yaowu into her own shoes, and instantly felt the loneliness and solitude around her, and a strong sense of loneliness instantly surged into her heart.

"Ugh……."

Song Tang didn't understand why all the Song family members standing in this position and in front of this window became lonely.

Song Yaowu was like that in the past, and she is like that now.

Perhaps there is something wrong with the way of heaven, and life will never be perfect.

After calming down, Song Tang began to wander around the room.

Every piece of furniture and every item in the house bears traces of Song Yaowu, and Song Tang is now experiencing firsthand everything that Song Yaowu once did.

Slowly walking to the desk in the room, the envelope under the quaint paperweight instantly caught Song Tang's attention.

He gently moved away the paperweight that felt heavy on his hand and picked up the slightly yellowed and old envelope.

A clean mark of the same shape as the envelope appeared on the slightly dusty table, which showed that the letter had been waiting for her quietly on the table for many years.

With an unknown feeling in his heart, Song Tang opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside was a neatly folded letter paper.

[Seeing you in person is like seeing you in person. You are the person I miss most and whom I have always dreamed about.]

【Tangtang, maybe I can call you that too. 】

When you unfold the letter, these are the words you see. Every twisted and messy word is filled with Song Yaowu's affection, which shines through the paper.

Song Tang's breathing paused slightly, and a sparkle immediately appeared in his eyes.

She could tell that this was written by Song Yaowu, a stranger in life, with his last breath. She didn't know how difficult it was for him to pick up the pen just to leave a few words for her.

My dear child, please forgive me for taking so long to find you, and please forgive me for not being able to see you for the last time.

My body no longer allows me to move around, and you, at this time when I am about to die, are not fit to be exposed to the world.

[I have arranged everything. Although your life is very hard now, I believe it will change soon.]

[By the time you read this letter, I will no longer be alive, and you will have grown up and taken control of the Menglong Group.]

[Although I haven't been able to see you in person, knowing that you still exist in this world, I will no longer feel regretful or lonely even if I leave.]

[After all, there are still people in our Song family. I am very relieved.]

I leave everything I have for you. I hope you can live a happy and fulfilling life. Don't be afraid of anything. You must believe that what I leave you is enough for you to run rampant in the world.

[My dear granddaughter, my good child, I really want to see you with my own eyes.]

【gone. 】

Before he finished reading the letter, Song Tang burst into tears...

The owner of this room, this closest relative whom she has never met, gave her the best love in the world, just like her mother Song Wei. How lucky she is.

From the time he entered the room in the morning until the afternoon, Song Tang did not come out of the room. Zhou Jing and the others stood quietly at the door without moving.

The tightly sealed door prevented them from hearing any movement in the room, nor from hearing Song Tang's sobs.

During this time, some people suggested going in to take a look, but Zhou Jing stopped them. She knew that Song Tang would be fine, so they just had to wait quietly.

If I rush in at this time and see the young lady's vulnerable side, I don't know what will happen.

……

At around two o'clock, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Song Tang's slightly nasal voice came from inside.

"Find someone to clean this room. I'll be living in it for the time being."

Although the owner of the room, Song Yaowu, had passed away, and died in this room, Song Tang did not feel the slightest bit of fear.

Just like after her mother Song Wei passed away, she lived alone in a small house in Urumqi for so many years, without any fear, only extreme peace of mind.

The ghosts that people are afraid of are those people that others miss in their dreams and want to see again.

The same is true for Song Tang, just like Song Wei before, and Song Yaowu later.

Hearing the lady's voice, Zhou Jing immediately responded and asked everyone to start working.

Some were busy looking for the cleaning lady in the manor, and some were busy notifying the kitchen to prepare meals. They were all waiting at the door and had not eaten. Of course, the eldest lady was the same in the room.

After arranging everything, Zhou Jing and his men continued to wait at the door of the room.

Although the door was open, they still did not go in, but they felt a lot more relieved.

After a long time, several cleaning ladies waited in the corridor for a long time before Song Tang finally walked out of the room and appeared in everyone's sight.

"Miss……."

Zhou Jing walked up and held Song Tang's arm, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just a little emotional."

Song Tang, who had already calmed down, smiled slightly and comforted Zhou Jing and the people at the door.

His hands were firmly pressed on the pockets of his clothes.

There was a letter Song Yaowu left for her.

She took it with her, intending to keep it well together with her mother Song Wei's belongings.