Song Tang rarely offended anyone, even if he and his second uncle's family were about to hurt each other, they still maintained a superficial peace.
Today she openly had a dispute with Mr. Zheng in public, and even refused to say anything about his face, and even made it difficult for him to step down. This was really not her past style.
Song Tang privately told the director to just shoot according to the script, and also left her number. If anyone obstructs her again, he will call her.
"Fanxing, you guys are busy, I still have something to do, let's call."
Jiang Fanxing looked at the time, it was already half past six, and asked: "You have helped me so much today and you don't want me to treat you to a meal?"
Song Tang smiled and said, "Next time, you can't escape, I really have something to do."
"Aren't you anxious to go home and see Xiaorong? Okay, I won't stop you."
"Shh..."
"I know, I know, then you should leave quickly while the sky is still bright."
Song Tang waved his hand and walked calmly out of the studio.
The sky outside is orange-red, the sun sets in the west, the afterglow fills the ground, and the sunset glow fills half of the sky.
Song Tang got in the car, opened the map on his mobile phone, entered an address, and started navigation.
There was a shiny black car parked at the entrance of an abandoned construction site in the distance. Because this place was so remote and there was nothing to cover it, the car was parked a little far away.
Along the way, it was a bit muddy, and the car was covered in mud, and the little golden man at the front of the car was stained.
In the car, Shen Kuo, who was bored with waiting, suddenly cheered up and reminded: "Mr. Rong, my wife is out."
"Mr. Rong, my wife is getting in the car."
"Mr. Rong, my wife is driving."
In the back seat, Rong Chuqin glanced at him impatiently, "Then you drive up and follow me. What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"oh……"
Shen Kuo followed him all the way in his car. He was afraid of being discovered, so he followed a little far away.
"Mr. Rong, judging from the route, Madam should be going to the old house, you can rest assured."
Rong Chuqin's face became colder and colder. He was worried just because he went to his old house.
No one in the Rong family is efficient, including himself, and even more so his grandfather.
Just because grandpa is getting older, it doesn't mean he has become kinder.
Otherwise, his father would not have taken his mother to leave the Rong family. He would rather leave the Rong family without all the glory and wealth.
If he was not a boy, grandpa would not force him to stay.
Grandpa has no son, he needs a grandson, and the Rong family needs an heir.
Thinking of this, Rong Chuqin's mood is inevitably sad. He is 28 years old, and his nearly thirty years of life have been split into three parts because of his grandfather, and each part has endless sadness.
On the surface, he seems to be the eldest son of the Rong family, and he can get everything he wants. But who knows that he once slept in the open with his mother, and how many times did he have a meal?
Now, he had finally managed to marry the girl he loved. He had used all his intrigues and all his scheming. He had just enjoyed it for a few days, and no one could touch him under his nose.
Including his grandfather.
"Mr. Rong, my wife has parked the car."
Rong Chuqin frowned and said: "Why are you talking nonsense today? I'm not blind."
"..."
"Stop the car, don't be in a daze."
"Oh oh oh."
Song Tang stopped by a drug store and went in to buy some things. When he came out, he carried a transparent bag with a lot of things in it.
Rong Chuqin watched from a distance and saw her take out a plate, scoop out the medicine and stuff it into her mouth, then throw the box into the trash can nearby.
"Mr. Rong, madam..." Shen Kuo shut up immediately. Mr. Rong was not blind and was watching.
"Go down and get the medicine box."
"oh."
After Song Tang drove away, Shen Kuo ran forward and picked up the medicine box directly from the trash can.
As soon as he saw it, he knew that Mr. Rong would be angry, so he got in the car, shut his mouth tightly, and just drove.
Song Tang was taking emergency contraceptive pills. Rong Chuqin held the pill box in his hand and felt mixed emotions. He only felt pain at the tip of his heart.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the traffic on the road is getting more and more congested.
Rong Chuqin looked at Song Tang's car in front of him and couldn't help but call her.
"Hey, where are you?"
Song Tang was silent and did not answer directly, "Are you off work?"
"Well, did your visit to the class go well?!"
"The progress is a bit slow."
Rong Chuqin looked at the taillights of her car from a distance, feeling that she had been avoiding his questions. Even so, he didn't want to embarrass her anymore, "I want to go back to my old house to see grandpa. Do you want to come with me?"
This time, Song Tang did not change the topic and answered quickly and cheerfully, as if with a little bit of joy.
"Then I'll just drive there. My place is close to my old house, so I might get there before you."
"good."
Rong Chuqin never exposed it, but cooperated with her.
Soon they arrived at the old house. Shen Kuo was smarter this time and stopped on the roadside a hundred meters away from home, waiting for the boss's instructions.
Rong Chuqin said solemnly: "Drive in in half an hour and drive to the underground garage."
Shen Kuo checked the time, nodded and said: "Understood."
Rong Chuqin got out of the car and started walking home.
He did not take the main road in front of the main entrance, avoiding all surveillance, and took a detour to the back entrance.
The sunset glow on the horizon has all faded away, and the city shrouded in night has a deep twilight, just like his mood shrouded in haze.
The hall of the old house was brightly lit, and several dishes were already placed on the dining table. But when they learned that the eldest young master and eldest mistress were coming back, the kitchen immediately added more dishes.
Rong Zeshi sat at the tea table and asked straight to the point: "Have you found any evidence?"
Song Tang controlled the distance between him and the old man very well, standing on his right side not far away, "Mr. Zheng is very cautious, and the accounts he prepared are very beautiful. I did not find out from the report that the brand department
question."
The old man frowned, and his already rough face became even more furrowed.
"However, I took the initiative to provoke a dispute today. He probably won't let me go easily. Rabbits will bite people when they are anxious. If the trick is over, I don't believe he can hide it so well."
"Don't be too aggressive. Don't let Chu Qin see that Zheng Li is his father's confidant, and indirectly his confidant. If you don't have enough evidence, don't expose him in front of him."
"Okay, I understand."
Rong Zeshi slowly turned his face and looked up at her, his appraising eyes lingering on her face.
Song Tang asked cautiously: "Do you have any other instructions?"
"How are you getting along with Chu Qin?"
Song Tang felt nervous for no reason, and his eyes were darting around in panic. He was completely different from the calm person he was when he reported the situation just now.
"Why, did he bully you?"
"No...no, he is pretty good to me."
"I can't thank you enough for this."
Song Tang immediately took a step forward and lowered his head, "Chairman, you are serious in your words."
Rong Zeshi stretched out his hand and shook it, "Call Grandpa."
"grandfather."
"This is not a strong statement at all. His messy scandals are too damaging to his image. Please help me keep an eye on him and never let him do those outrageous things again."