After the bullring turmoil subsided, Ye Fan asked Tang Qi to close the bullfighting ring, and also asked Tang Ruoxue to spend 1.2 billion US dollars to plug the hole.
And he took advantage of this opportunity to go to Cai Lingzhi and wanted her to investigate Qin Jiutian's background.
Although breaking the opponent's hands and one leg gave Qin Jiutian enough deterrence, Ye Fan could tell from his stubborn attitude that this guy would not give up.
However, Cai Lingzhi was not at home, so Ye Fan could only go to Song Hongyan to see if she recognized Qin Jiutian.
Ye Fan came to Hongyan Group during the rush hour, and he walked through the crowd to the floor where Song Hongyan was.
He said hello to his secretary and then came to Song Hongyan's office.
Ye Fan didn't knock on the door, he wanted to go in directly to surprise Song Hongyan, but as soon as he opened the door, he heard Song Hongyan yelling angrily with her back to the door:
"If you don't see it, you just don't see it."
"No matter who he is or what his identity is, I will never see him."
"He has not been by my side in these years, nor has he protected me for a day. I have long regarded him as a dead person."
"I don't want my current life to be disturbed, and I won't try to take advantage of him."
"Tell him that if he still has any conscience, he should never come to me."
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and was very angry: "I don't have such a father."
Father?
Ye Fan stopped slightly when he heard this.
He suddenly remembered Song Hongyan's situation. She had not seen her father since she was born and had been living with her mother in the Song family.
If Song Wansan hadn't been kind to their mother and daughter, they would have been driven out by the Song family's nephews.
This made Song Hongyan start working hard with her dowry early, and also made her hate her father who never appeared, and even complained about her mother.
Song Hongyan really couldn't figure out why her mother couldn't tell her who her father was in the past twenty years or so?
"Okay, no more talking, that's it."
"For more than twenty years, you have been stubbornly refusing to tell me about your father's identity. When I was a child, I asked you eight hundred times if not a thousand times."
"You asked me, a child without a father, to understand him then, so don't tell me who he is now and in the future."
Song Hongyan saw Ye Fan's shadow, restrained her emotions and spoke to the other end of the phone: "I don't want to know, and I won't see him either."
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, grabbed her cell phone and looked out the window, with a hint of sadness on her pretty face.
"Auntie called?"
Ye Fan walked over, approached the woman from behind and said, "She wants you to recognize your father?"
"That's right!"
Feeling Ye Fan's breath, Song Hongyan's mood eased a lot, she shook Ye Fan's hand and sighed:
"For more than 20 years, she has refused to reveal my father's identity even to death. No matter whether it was my grandfather, uncle, or me, she kept it a secret for him."
"You said that if she kept it a secret, she would keep it a secret for a lifetime. Maybe I would look up to her."
"But he called me today and said that my father has been secretly watching me. He also said that he wanted to get to know me, and he hoped that I could give him a chance."
"When I needed his care and attention before, he didn't show up. Now I'm fine, but he shows up."
"Why should I recognize him? Why should I let him enjoy family happiness?"
"I will never meet him or recognize him. If my mother dares to force me, I won't even recognize her."
Song Hongyan kept her grudges clear as always: "My mother is also confused. How can she care so much about a man who has not been with him for more than 20 years?"
"Maybe she doesn't want to recognize that man, but she just thinks that you and your daughter have the right to recognize each other."
Ye Fan comforted Song Hongyan softly: "Don't blame your aunt. She has had a harder time than you for more than 20 years."
"Not only do you have to bear the glare of others, but you also have to cling to your identity as a father, and you also have to bear the blame of your daughter."
"Maybe she has something wrong, but I believe she has her own reasons."
He chuckled: "Don't think too much. You are an adult and you are still Mr. Song. If you don't want to recognize each other, no one can force you."
"My little man is really nice. He is much sweeter than before and he can comfort people."
Song Hongyan felt much better after being advised by Ye Fan. Then she turned around with a smile and wrapped her arms around Ye Fan's neck:
"It's not in vain that my sister has been training you for so long."
"You are right. I have grown up and can make my own decisions without being influenced by my parents."
"Okay, I'll pretend that I didn't answer my mother's call, and I'll continue to pretend that my father is dead."
"When I think about it, I feel much better..."
"Little man, it's rare for me to come to the company to see my sister. Do you want to treat me to dinner, a movie and sex?"
Song Hongyan teased Ye Fan again: "As long as you nod, my sister is willing to be eaten by you at any time. You don't have to take responsibility..."
Ye Fan grabbed Song Hongyan's hand and smiled helplessly: "You, what are you thinking about all day long?"
Song Hongyan pouted her lips: "Eating and sex are also..."
"I have something to do with you, but it's so late now, let's go have dinner."
Ye Fan reached out and touched the woman's hair: "Let's go to the restaurant and chat while we eat."
“Candlelight dinner!”
Song Hongyan excitedly took Ye Fan's arm and walked towards the door: "Let's go eat puffer fish, and accidentally we will become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks..."
Ten minutes later, Song Hongyan and Ye Fan landed on the first floor after finishing their explanation.
After receiving the order, the dozen or so bodyguards of the Song family immediately dispersed, got their cars, and prepared to escort the two of them to dinner.
"Woo——"
Just when Ye Fan and Song Hongyan were about to get into the car, they heard the roar of a car coming from far and near at a very fast speed.
When Song's bodyguard subconsciously pulled out his firearm, three white Hummers screeched across the door of the office building.
The car door opened and nine men and women in gray clothes came out.
The leader was a man with a round face, a straight body, and a windy walk. One finger on his left hand was missing, and his right hand was covered with calluses. At first glance, he looked like a man who had suffered a lot of blood and fire.
He led his people straight towards Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
"stop!"
Song Hongyan shouted: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
More than a dozen Song's bodyguards immediately raised their firearms and threatened the round-faced man with murderous intent.
Ye Fan also squinted his eyes, wondering where these people came from.
"Yetang, Northern Branch, Han Sizhi."
There was no trace of emotion on the face of the round-faced man. He raised his left hand and a document fell into Song Hongyan's hand.
Then, he stared at Ye Fan and spoke word by word:
"Ye Fan, you are involved in the murder of Ye Tang's disciple Qin Jiutian. We are ordered to take you back to investigate."
"Please also ask Ye Guoshi to cooperate."
His tone was indifferent, but there was no doubt about it, as if no one could change the decision.
When Song Hongyan opened her ID, her pretty face changed slightly. She was really from Ye Tang.
She checked it again without giving up, and the result was still true.
"Qin Jiutian is dead?"
Ye Fan was first surprised that Qin Jiutian was related to Ye Tang, and then he was even more shocked that he died after being separated for several hours.
"I did have a conflict with Qin Jiutian, and I shot him three times, but he was fine when he left."
He was very direct: "I have nothing to do with his death. You are mistaken."
He smelled a hint of conspiracy, took out his cell phone and sent a message.
"We also hope this is not possible."
Han Sizhi's tone was cold, but his expression had a hint of sadness. It was obvious that Qin Jiutian was really dead.
"However, Qin Jiutian is indeed dead, and it is also related to you, Tang Ruoxue and others."
He looked very determined: "We have enough evidence. Now, please Ye Guoshi, please come with us first."
"It's impossible. Ye Fan said he didn't kill him, so it's impossible for him to kill him."
Song Hongyan's face turned cold: "This is a frame-up, and Ye Fan is innocent."
Han Sizhi still stared at Ye Fan coldly: "If Ye Fan is innocent, we will restore his innocence."
Song Hongyan shouted again: "Ye Fan is a national scholar. When you arrested him, did you ask Hengdian?"
"Sorry, the order we received is to bring Ye Fan back at all costs."
Han Sizhi said with a deep voice: "Here comes someone, take him away!"
The eight companions stepped forward with indifferent expressions.
"If you take another step forward, don't blame me for shooting."
Song Hongyan stood in front of Ye Fan and shouted: "If you want to arrest Ye Fan, Mrs. Zhao must nod."
She hasn't figured out the matter yet, but she absolutely believes in Ye Fan. If Ye Fan said he didn't kill anyone, of course he didn't kill anyone.
Now he must be framed. Once he is captured by Ye Tang, Ye Fan's situation will become very dangerous. After all, he has a grudge against Ye Forbidden City.
As she tilted her head, a dozen Song bodyguards raised their guns and pointed them at Han Si.
At the same time, dozens of Song family security personnel rushed out of the building and surrounded eight people with shotguns.
"Mr. Song..."
Han's four fingers clicked and tore his clothes, revealing dozens of scars on his upper body, and he looked at Song Hongyan fearlessly:
"The people of Yetang are born to be loyal to their country. The last thing they fear is knives and guns, and the last thing they care about is bullets and bloodshed."
