"It turns out that the old lady hopes you get married quickly-" Sikong Jingqiu suddenly realized, and the next second, he was struck by lightning, widened his eyes, looked at Sikong Jingqiu in surprise, and stuttered: "Jing Qiu, Jingqiu
, What does it mean to say the next generation of 'real blood'? Does it mean..."
The horror and pause in Xia Dongye's tone made Haiyue's body condense in an instant, and the bag in his arms slid down.
Haiyue hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and finally caught it one second before the bag landed.
She squatted at the door of Sikong Jingqiu's office with a pale face, looking at the door in front of her that was only covered with faintness, and sweated in cold sweat.
The next generation of the Sikong family's true bloodline...
What does Sikong Jingqiu mean?
Could it be...
The weird old lady I met downstairs suddenly appeared in my mind. Haiyue shivered, her nerves tense, and her hair all over her body stood up.
Sikong Jingqiu pierced through the door panel with a faint anger and reached Haiyue's ears outside the door.
"I know why I'm in a hurry to have a child?"
"But why is Song Haiyue? Jing Qiu, have you made a mistake?" Xia Dongye still didn't understand, "Her parents... are still alive, and Song Haiyue looks quite similar to her father, how come she is?
Will he... be the only granddaughter of Mrs. Sikong?"
Sikong Yiqiu glanced at Xia Dongye coldly, took out a folder from the drawer and threw it in front of him, "Those two people are indeed her family."
Xia Dongye was stunned for a moment, picked up the information and looked at it, his face flicking in astonishment. The further he looked down, his eyes wider and wider until he could no longer be impressed.
Song Haiyue turned out to be... the only granddaughter of old lady Sikong?
This news is really shocking!
Xia Dongye was settled there and hadn't come back to his senses for a long time.
As if he had expected that he would have such a reaction, Sikong Jingqiu calmly took back the folder and threw it into the drawer. He leaned back to the back of the chair and raised his eyebrows, "Is there anything else to ask?"
?”
"Song Haiyue is actually the only granddaughter of Mrs. Sikong. So, you are not the grandson of Mrs. Sikong..." Xia Dongye suddenly found that his voice was a bit unnatural and dry, "So... you are trying to marry Song Haiyue's belly.
Marry Song Haiyue?"
Sikong Jingqiu didn't say anything, turned the chair in a direction, looked at the towering tall buildings through the large floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of him, with a firm madness in his eyes, avoiding the heavy lifting and saying lightly, "I won't let myself work hard."
The kingdom of career fell into the hands of others."
Xia Dongye looked at his friend in disbelief, his voice slightly raised a few degrees, "That's why you tried every means to find Song Haiyue?"
"The old woman said that her company will not be left to outsiders, so..." Sikong Jingqiu turned his head and glanced at Xia Dongye, his tone as if he was talking about something very ordinary, "I will help Song Haiyue pay off his debts,
She was responsible for helping me have a baby when she was relocating her family. This transaction is fair, right?”
"Jingqiu, you are really--" Xia Dongye really didn't know what to say about him.
The conversation inside continued, but Haiyue outside the door had no way to continue listening.
She hugged the bag in her arms, stood up inch by inch, slowly, like a walking corpse whose soul was removed, slowly, taking a vain step and walking towards the gate.