After coming out of the golf course, Tang Ruoxue immediately asked someone to contact Ye Fan.
She asked Ye Fan to go to the Great Buddha Temple to burn incense to keep her son safe.
But Ling Tianyang quickly responded with a grimace and said that Ye Fan's phone was turned off.
"Shut down?"
"Why did he turn off the phone properly?"
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face was very unhappy and she took out her cell phone to call.
Sure enough, Ye Fan's cell phone was turned off, and only the mechanical sound kept repeating.
Ling Tianyang reminded: "Mr. Tang, I think Ye Fan is guilty of being a thief."
"Song Hongyan failed to plot against you. Ye Fan was worried that you would raise an army to prosecute her, so he turned off his cell phone and hid."
Ling Tianyang maliciously speculated on Ye Fan's intentions: "It seems that the battle in Jinjiao's apartment was really Song Hongyan's doing."
Tang Ruoxue glanced at Ling Tianyang, and then called Song Hongyan.
She didn't want to contact Song Hongyan, but she also knew that if Ye Fan's phone was turned off, only Song Hongyan could find her.
This time, the call was answered quickly.
Song Hongyan's sweet smile came to her ears: "Mr. Tang, good morning, call me so early. Do you have anything?"
Hearing Song Hongyan's voice, Tang Ruoxue's breathing quickened, and there was a hint of coldness on her face.
Thinking of her narrow escape last night and being plotted by Xu Qianqian, she wanted to tear Song Hongyan's face apart right away.
She hated this kind of prevarication.
However, considering the overall situation, Tang Ruoxue finally suppressed her anger and decided not to alert others for the time being.
"Mr. Song, I'm looking for Ye Fan."
Tang Ruoxue said indifferently: "Is he still sleeping? Please wake him up and answer the phone."
Song Hongyan smiled lightly: "Ye Fan is not sleeping, he went out to meet friends."
"Going out to meet friends?"
Tang Ruoxue had a hint of joking on her face, leaning on her seat and asked lightly:
"Meeting whom?"
"Mr. Song, although my ability is not as good as yours, it doesn't mean that I am stupid."
"If Ye Fan didn't sleep, how could his phone not be turned on?"
"With his current status and identity, he will turn on his mobile phone even when meeting the president, so as not to miss more important information."
"Unless he is doing something shameful now, or he is deliberately avoiding me, Tang Ruoxue."
"Mr. Song, let Ye Fan answer the phone."
Tang Ruoxue used her trump card: "I have Wangfan matters to discuss with him."
She was very aggrieved by this situation. In the past, Ye Fan could come and go with ease, but now she had to make phone calls through Song Hongyan.
This is quite similar to the frustration of ancient ministers who wanted to see the emperor, but were hindered by the eunuchs.
But Song Hongyan still sighed:
"Mr. Tang, Ye Fan really went out to do something."
"The phone is not on, maybe there is something important to do."
Song Hongyan's voice was soft: "When he is finished, he will naturally turn on the phone. You can contact him later."
Tang Ruoxue's voice sank: "Important things? What important things?"
Song Hongyan laughed very softly: "Although we are husband and wife, we both keep space for each other."
"When he shares it with me, I will be happy or sad for him, make suggestions, or share the responsibility."
She briefly described how husband and wife get along: "But if he doesn't tell me, I won't ask too many questions."
Tang Ruoxue was slightly startled when she heard this, as if she remembered her past interactions with Mark.
She has always been self-centered, barely caring about Ye Fan's feelings, and even despised him for bringing shame to her.
Mutual respect never existed.
Tang Ruoxue felt a little guilty in her heart.
It was precisely because of this guilt that she felt that she should let Ye Fan understand Song Hongyan's true face.
She asked: "Ye Fan didn't go out to do anything, is he hiding from me because of a guilty conscience?"
"Is the thief hiding from you with a guilty conscience?"
Song Hongyan was slightly startled: "What did Ye Fan do to avoid you?"
Tang Ruoxue avoided the important and took the easy: "He knows what he did. He is really not with you?"
"He is really not here and can't be contacted."
Song Hongyan's voice was calm: "If Mr. Tang doesn't believe it, you can come over to the Sea View Villa and have a look."
Tang Ruoxue stopped arguing with Song Hongyan, and her voice became colder:
"He deliberately avoided me. It was useless to look wherever I went."
"But please tell me something, he can hide for a while, but he will eventually have to face the bloody truth."
"As soon as you let him come back, call me. If you delay and something happens to Wangfan, I won't be able to spare him."
After saying that, Tang Ruoxue hung up the phone and waved Feng Chu to drive towards the Great Buddha Temple.
At the same moment, Song Hongyan was also putting down the phone in the sea view villa.
Then, she deftly made a pot of hot tea, picked up a cup and placed it in front of a video tablet.
"Grandpa, it's a pity that you're not in Hengcheng, otherwise you could have drank the Xinyang Maojian that I brewed with my own hands."
"This Maojian soup is not only green in color, fragrant and rich in flavor, but also very fresh. It is very pleasant to drink."
Song Hongyan picked up another cup of hot tea, put it to her lips and took a sip, enjoying it very much.
"You damn girl, you know how greedy Grandpa is."
Song Wansan on the tablet laughed loudly:
"But it's true that I haven't drank the tea you made for some days."
"I miss you so much."
"When you come back to Nanling during the Spring Festival, I will catch you and spend three days and three nights with you."
"Oh, no, good time cannot be wasted. I should force you and Mark to consummate your marriage and have children as soon as possible."
"If you two don't have children, grandpa's hair will turn gray."
Song Wansan joked: "My dream of having five generations living under one roof will also come true."
Song Hongyan smiled lightly: "Grandpa, don't be anxious, you will be able to live in the same house for five generations."
Song Wansan snorted: "Don't just talk, you and Mark have to do it."
"You guys get married at the end of the year and have a baby next year, okay?"
"And it's not just grandpa who is anxious. Your mother and your future parents-in-law are all waiting to hold the child."
"Let me tell you, they are embarrassed to remind you and worry about putting pressure on you, so they transfer the pressure to your parents' side."
"Your future father-in-law delivered a box of mangoes to me last month. They were green and astringent, and they asked me if they were still alive or not?"
"Your mother-in-law also gave your mother a pregnant puppy. She called her every now and then to ask if she had given birth. Did she give birth?"
"They are also planning to give me some turtles on New Year's Day."
Song Wansan patted his head and leaned on the Taishi chair: "I can even think of what they said, and I will definitely ask in a few days, where is Dan, where is Dan."
Song Hongyan burst out laughing when she heard this, and then softly comforted Song Wansan and said:
"Grandpa, don't worry. After I finish my work in Hengcheng, I will go back and marry Ye Fan right away."
"Lay eggs right after you get married. No, give birth to children. I'll try to give you two in three years."
Song Hongyan took a sip of hot tea, her eyes were gentle, as if she didn't expect her future father-in-law and mother-in-law to be so interesting.
"What happened in Hengcheng..."
Song Wansan stopped joking and smiled playfully: "I heard that Hengcheng is in chaos."
Song Hongyan nodded: "There is indeed a turbulent undercurrent. Not only are the forces on the outside facing each other with weapons, but the black hands behind the scenes are also adding fuel to the flames."
"I heard that Tang Ruoxue became the Queen of Hengcheng?"
Song Wansan changed the subject: "Is she the one who called just now to ask about Ye Fan's whereabouts?"
"Yes, it's her."
Song Hongyan lowered her head and blew hot tea: "Tang Ruoxue is indeed the leader in Hengcheng now."
Song Wansan suddenly laughed: "I wonder if she still hates me? She probably hasn't forgotten me in her heart. After all, it was the revenge of killing my mother."
"Grandpa, don't think too much!"
Song Hongyan raised her head and said, "Although Tang Ruoxue is stubborn, she is also a sensible person."
"She did hate you for killing Lin Qiuling before, but after Ye Fan's advice, she was able to understand your actions at that time."
"You see, she hasn't given you any trouble these days."
"It can be seen that Lin Qiuling's blood feud is over, and she has also put aside her hatred for you."
Song Hongyan comforted the old man: "You just don't want to be on the same occasion in the future."
"Girl, my parents have a blood feud and are irreconcilable."
Song Wansan also picked up a thermos cup from the opposite side of the video and said softly: "This hatred can only be shelved, but it will not pass."
The corners of Song Hongyan's lips twitched: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely not let Tang Ruoxue do anything to you."
Song Wansan shook the cup, and then spoke in an indifferent tone:
"Girl, after World War II, we were the victorious country and Yang Country was the defeated country."
"But after all these years, we still want to kill Xiao Yangzi. Do you know why?"
"It's just that the original blood revenge was not avenged, it was not mutilated, and it was not dismembered. That hatred has been kept in my heart."
"So no matter how friendly and cooperative we are now, if we have the opportunity in the future, we will definitely get it for 300,000 yuan."
"Similarly, Tang Ruoxue also retains this resentment towards me."
Song Wansan fell to the ground and said loudly: "If there is a chance, she will definitely come to me to avenge her mother's murder."
