It's not that Song Tang is curious, but that compared with these priceless luxury jewelry, these rings are a bit ordinary. Unless they have some important meaning, it would be a bit far-fetched to use them as family heirlooms.
She picked up one and looked at it. There was nothing else inlaid on the inside of the ring, it was just an ordinary circle. "Could it be that they really left it behind?"
Rong Chuqin laughed helplessly, a bitter smile.
He said: "It's not theirs, it's mine. Haven't I never found a chance to give it away? The one I put in my suit pocket may have been found by my mother when she was sorting out her clothes."
After thinking about it, he laughed to himself, turned around, and looked at Song Tang with blazing eyes, "Then you have seen it, do you want to accept it or not? Just give me a word."
Song Tang suddenly felt that the ring in his hand was a little hot, so he put it down and ran away.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean?" Rong Chuqin chased him out with the ring and said anxiously, "If you don't like it, you can change it. If you like it, you can tell me, hey, we can discuss it if you have anything to say... Or I can give you a big ring."
Diamond? Or emerald?..."
He caught up with her within a few steps. He pushed her against the wall of the corridor and asked aggrievedly: "Can't you give me a title?"
Song Tang: "..."
When she didn't reply, he kissed her again.
"Yeah, are you a dog?"
"You are obviously smiling, why are you running?"
"I didn't laugh."
Rong Chuqin fixed her face, pinched the flesh on her face, and squeezed her mouth into a fish mouth, "I saw you smiling, Song Tang, can't you give me another chance?
I am serious."
Song Tang was pinched and could only mumble some simple pronunciation, "Do you still need a chance?"
I've already received my certificate, and I'm sleeping in the same bed, so why should I give you a chance? You idiot!
She shook her head and threw away his hand. As long as he was serious and didn't take his sincerity as a joke, she agreed.
Rong Chuqin's expression suddenly became serious, he stopped his unruly playfulness, and his eyes became timid, "What my mother told you is true, don't believe it..."
With this cautious temptation and this humble plea, Song Tang couldn't believe that he was the same man who was resolute and strategizing.
"I will go and find out."
"No problem, I'll go back to the old house in a while. You can ask anyone you want, but don't let grandpa know." You can't let the old guy know that he has been set up.
"Forget about the others, I just want to ask that Feng Shui master, how did he make grandpa believe in my Wangfuwang family because I have the fate of destroying my father and my mother?"
Rong Chuqin pecked her lips, "You can't control anyone and don't talk nonsense. If you believe in Feng Shui and metaphysics, you have it, and if you don't believe it, you don't have it. It all depends on whether you are strong-willed or not. If you believe me, then just say something.
If he likes it."
"It depends on how you end it when the incident comes to light!"
"Oh, the uncooked rice has already been cooked. Will I be afraid?"
"..."
Rong Chuqin leaned forward, his chin resting on her shoulder, his face close to hers. When he turned his head slightly, his lips could touch her earlobe. He knew where she was most sensitive, so he deliberately spoke into her ear.
, "Honey, for the sake of how pitiful I am, can you give me a chance?"
"How pitiful are you?"
"I'm allergic because of you."
"..." Just know.
"I still have a rash on my body," he said, and began to unbutton his shirt manually. "It's rough and itchy. Take a look."
Song Tang quickly held down his hand and took off his clothes. He thought she didn't know what he was thinking?!
When it comes to being shameless, she is willing to take the cake.
Rong Chuqin looked at her expectantly. She hesitated for a while and then faintly uttered a few words, "I'll think about it."
My hope was in vain, and it would be a lie to say that I was not disappointed, but don't be afraid, the most difficult stage of grandpa has passed, and he clings to her shamelessly and rubs her away, believing that he can't warm her heart.
After a while of fussing and tidying up, the two set off for the old house.
The old house of the Rong family is antique, and the objects in it look like antiques if you take them out casually. The old house itself is also an antique.
However, despite the age of the old house, the decoration and equipment inside have kept pace with the times.
Rong Zeshi sat at the tea table and took a nap, looking up from time to time outside to see if his grandson and granddaughter-in-law had come.
Xing Gang stepped forward and reported softly, "Chairman, something seems to have happened to the Song family."
"How to say?"
Rong Zeshi invested in the Song family in his personal capacity and is now the major shareholder of the Song family. He is too old to participate in the management of the Song family, so he sent Xing Gang to work.
Not long after Xing Gang arrived, he discovered something was wrong. Song Zhigao was nowhere to be seen, and Song Yuan could not be reused. There were originally problems with the Song family's management. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before it went bankrupt.
Xing Gang: "Song Zhigao hasn't been to the company for a week, claiming to be unwell. Song Yuan goes every day, but he doesn't dare to take charge. It's useless. I've checked and found that none of the hospitals in the capital have any medical treatment for Song Zhigao.
Record."
Rong Zeshi thought for a moment, "You haven't left the capital yet, have you?"
"That's not true. Their family of four is in the capital. The last time they were seen was at the Fu family cocktail party. Now only Song Yuan goes home and works on the line every day, and the others stay at home every day. It's not strange for two days a day, but it's not strange for them to stay at home every day.
I don't think it's normal to not go out for a week. Especially for socialites like Wen Meixi and Song Shu, who go out every day, it's very strange to not go out for a whole week. Chairman, please
Don’t you want me to go to the Song family to inquire about it?”
Rong Zeshi waved his hand, "Don't inquire about other people's private affairs. Let's open the board of directors first."
Only by opening the board of directors can he legitimately let Song Tang enter the core management of the Song family, and then he can help Song Tang regain his power. This is what he promised Song Tang.
"But Song Zhigao delayed due to physical discomfort, and Song Yuan could not support the overall situation. This is the tricky part."
Rong Zeshi frowned slightly, how could a little Song family become such a hard nut to crack?!
At this time, a car's headlights turned on outside. It was Rong Chuqin and Song Tang who were back. He hurriedly warned, "Don't say anything for a while, I will handle it."
Xing Gang: "Okay."
A domineering luxury car drove into the courtyard of the old house. Rong Chuqin got out of the car first, then immediately ran to the passenger seat and opened the door for Song Tang diligently.
When Rong Zeshi saw this, he was naturally happy.
Xing Gang turned his head to take a look, but the old man didn't move, and he didn't dare to move either.
Not long ago, Song Tang was his colleague and treated as an equal. In the blink of an eye, Song Tang became the eldest mistress of the Rong family. When they met in the future, he would have to salute her.
Rong Chuqin pulled Song Tang in from the outside, holding a box of tea in the other hand, and said as if offering a treasure: "Grandpa, I brought you something good, Longjing before the rain."
Rong Zeshi became angry when he saw that thing, "Huh, I have a lot of good tea here."
"don't want?"
"Take it away."
Rong Chuqin immediately threw it to Xing Gang, "Old Xing, I'll give it to you."