I don't know why, although she doesn't meet Song Lan many times and doesn't know her well, Jiang Yurong inexplicably trusts Song Lan.
This girl, who is neither proud nor humble, should really be able to help the He family resolve the conflict between father and son.
Jiang Yurong's goal today has been achieved. She ordered a cup of coffee for Song Lan, paid for the coffee, and said to Song Lan with a gentle expression.
"You sit here and rest for a while. I'll go back and tell your uncle the good news. We'll meet at He's house later."
"Yes, goodbye Aunt Jiang."
Song Lan sent Jiang Yurong away unhappily, sat in the cafe, and quietly drank a cup of coffee.
She suddenly smiled.
When Jiang Yurong promised her that he would help her enter the He family, he probably didn't expect that she would regret her choice in the future, right?
After all, her purpose of entering the He family was different from Jiang Yurong's reason for entering the He family.
She entered the He family to destroy the He family and take revenge.
…
At the weekend, Jiang Yurong called and asked He Chaozhi to go home for dinner.
Song Lan was busy making breakfast at He Chaozhi's place. He Chaozhi held a morning video meeting today, and Song Lan took over the task of making breakfast.
He Chaozhi interrupted the meeting, got up and walked to the balcony to answer Jiang Yurong's call.
There was obvious impatience on his face.
"Go home for dinner? What happened to the old man again?"
"Your dad just misses you. Besides, you and your son haven't sat down for a long time to have a good meal. Just think of it as doing Aunt Rong a favor, okay?"
When Jiang Yurong spoke to He Chaozhi, she was always gentle and measured.
To Song Lan, it sounded a bit condescending.
Song Lan was making breakfast in the kitchen, sneering while listening to He Chaozhi and Jiang Yurong talking on the phone.
Are you leaving your husband and daughter to go to the He family just to be a lowly person?
A flash of sarcasm flashed across He Chaozhi's eyes, "Aunt Rong, I call you Aunt Rong just to tell you that you know your identity and don't get involved in things you shouldn't get involved in. Instead of helping my dad and insisting on asking me to go home, why not
Think about your own marriage to the old man, does he have someone new outside? What makes you so boring and you have to get involved in my affairs? "
As expected, there was no sound from Jiang Yurong's side.
Although the call was not hung up and no words were spoken, it made people feel a little sad and dejected for no reason.
He Chaozhi said nothing with a cold face, while Song Lan stood in front of the kitchen door and looked up at his back.
But in my heart, I was thinking about what he just said to Jiang Yurong.
The marriage between Jiang Yurong and He Mingchuan...has existed in name only?
Their emotional discord seems to be a sign.
When I went back to the He family last time, I found that He Mingchuan was not very interested in this second wife.
For some reason, Song Lan felt indescribably happy.
She hates the He family, He Mingchuan and Jiang Yurong. They torture each other, which is good news for her.
Seeing that Jiang Yurong was still silent, He Chaozhi ran out of patience and said coldly, "I won't go back. You should give up on this idea."
Just as he was about to hang up, Song Lan came from the kitchen with a warm and sweet smile, holding half a freshly made sandwich in his hand.
"Come and try the breakfast I made."
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows and bit off a piece. Just as he was about to say it was delicious, he heard Song Lan say, "Oh, I was just doing it for you, so I ate it even if I didn't have it myself."
Seeing the woman's annoyed look, He Chaozhi's anger caused by Jiang Yurong temporarily dissipated, "Are you hungry? Then I'll cook it for you."
"Don't."
Song Lan grabbed his sleeve, glanced at Jiang Yurong's phone, which she hadn't hung up on yet, and put her arm around He Chaozhi's hand coquettishly.
"Take me to He's house to eat, okay?"
A woman's coquettish tone does not bring a man's smile.
He Chaozhi glanced at Song Lan lightly, "You also want to help my dad convince me?"
"Not at all!"
Song Lan walked to He Chaozhi, took his cell phone over, hung up the call with Jiang Yurong, sat on the edge of the chair and said.
"I can't care about so many things in the He family, but I promised He Mingzhuan that I would get a promotion and a salary increase so that the He family wouldn't look down on me. I just got promoted, so I'm not allowed to go say hello to him? What if? What should I do if he doesn’t like me in the future and doesn’t let me be your girlfriend?”
He Chaozhi chuckled, bent down and pinched her cheek.
"Aren't you afraid that my dad will see your little thoughts?"
"You can tell it when you see it. It just lets him know that I am capable and I am not just talking big words." Song Lan raised his eyebrows indifferently.
He Chaozhi thought for a while, and considering that he really still needed Song Lan to be his girlfriend's shield, he relaxed and said, "Okay, then I'll go with you for your sake."
Although the Shen family is gone, there are still many rich and powerful daughters who covet the position of He Chaozhi's wife.
He Chaozhi thought they were annoying, so he would rather let Song Lan occupy them than bother to make excuses with them.
At noon, He Mingchuan came back from the company.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard that the empty home was filled with a rare sense of vitality.
Song Lan was helping Jiang Yurong cook in the kitchen, while He Chaozhi was sitting on the sofa reading documents. Seeing that the congratulatory name had been sent back, the father and son looked at each other for a moment and moved away.
"Dad." He Chaozhi called coldly.
"When we come back, let's have a meal together."
He Mingchuan was not very enthusiastic about his son. He took off his suit jacket, handed it to the servant to hang up, and said calmly.
After a while, Jiang Yurong and Song Lan brought the dishes out of the kitchen, "The dishes are ready, come and eat."
He Mingchuan and He Chaozhi sat down together. The four of them sat at the dining table. There was no movement during the meal, as quiet as if the air was stagnant.
He Mingchuan glanced at Song Lan after resting his belly a little.
Song Lan was born well and had a good temperament. If he hadn't known about her status as a person who couldn't get on stage, He Mingchuan would have thought she was the eldest lady of someone else's family.
It's a pity that she is indeed a useless ordinary person.
Normally in the He family, it would be considered a sin.
He Mingchuan disliked Song Lan, and after the fall of the Shen family, he inevitably began to dislike Song Lan for not being up to par.
He took advantage of the topic and said, "Didn't you tell me that you could become the president of KEO and lead KEO to be my greatest help? How long has this been going on, and I see why there is still no movement from you?"
Song Lan paused, and He Chaozhi was the first to turn cold.
He was the one who brought Song Lan. He Mingzhuan's attack on Song Lan was undoubtedly a slap in his face.
He Chaozhi put down his chopsticks, raised the corners of his lips with a sneer, and stared at He Mingchuan.
"Dad, even when you were young, I'm afraid you couldn't guarantee that you would be able to work from the bottom to the CEO in a few months? If you don't like Song Lan, you can just say so. Why bother to make things difficult for others?"
He Mingchuan has always been domineering and strong, but Leng Buding was embarrassed by his son, and his eyes became sinister.
