Chapter 373

"Good tea."

Zhuang Jingrui smiles and continues to pour a cup for her. Song Jin looks more and more like Yimu.

He put down the teapot, eyes calm: "know today I about your purpose?"

"Mr. Zhuang, please tell me clearly."

"Miss Song, are you really song?"

"Why did Mr. Zhuang ask that?"

"Because you should be Sue."

Sure enough, Chen Dong is also his masterpiece. Even if Song Jin is poked in her heart, she is still not flustered.

"Why should I be surnamed Su? I'm song Hao's daughter. Naturally, I'm song, and I'm Lu Nancheng's wife."

"Yimu, after so many years, I don't want to recognize my old friend?"

"Mr. Zhuang, I don't know what you said."

"Since you don't know, why don't you ask, or do you already know that you are just escaping?"

"Mr. Zhuang, if you force me to admit it, it will be meaningless."

Song Jin has been refuting, Zhuang Jingrui is not worried, more not angry, she refused to admit that there must be her purpose.

"I know you're looking for someone recently, and that person is in my hands."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Chen Dong, if I don't want to hand it in, I'm afraid you can't find it in your life."

Zhuang Jingrui is very firm. Song Jin touches his eyes and shrinks.

The dealer does have some contacts in the imperial city. Besides, he is the leader of the dealer. Even the Lu family is not bad, but if Lu Nancheng works with him for his own business, the old man will know sooner or later.

"Mr. Zhuang, I don't quite understand that the purpose of calling me here today is to make me admit my identity?"

"Yimu, I just want to say hello to my old friend."

When she said this, Zhuang Jingrui clenched her fist on her knee and locked her face tightly with her eyes. Even after so many years, she was still the same as before, and he was already old.

Song Jin smiles with bright eyes. Her smile is brighter than the sunshine on the lake. The breeze blows through her hair.

"Mr. Zhuang, I'm not su Yimu. I let you down, but I have something to do with her."

Zhuang Jingrui's eyes were dim, then lit up, still staring at him.

"Su Yimu is my mother. Maybe you won't be happy when you hear the answer."

Song Jin fingers from ear scattered hair: "she died when I was very young, if alive, it will not be what I look like now."

Zhuang Jingrui refuses to believe it. All along, he is wishful thinking that the other party is Yimu. Even if he marries another man, he hopes that she is Yimu instead of dying many years ago.

His hand on his knee trembled slightly. He raised his hand and sipped the tea. He put it down heavily.

"You said Su Yimu was your mother."

"Yes, so I came back to avenge her, so I would investigate what happened in those years. She died miserably and painfully."

"Stop it."

"You must be curious why I am holding the identity of Song Jin? Because Dr. Song adopted me, and I'm his daughter, too. "

Zhuang Jingrui refused to believe it. His face was blue and his body was slightly bent. It seemed that he could not bear such a blow.

Song Jin looked in her eyes: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I know you like my mother very much, but she has been dead for many years. You don't have to waste time for her."

"Where is her tombstone?"

"I can show you."

Song Jin was glad that after Dr. Song frozen her, she set up a tombstone for her, and now it just comes in handy.

When Zhuang Jingrui heard that there were even tombstones, she suddenly lost her square inch and her brain was in a mess. She was not Yimu. The real Yimu was dead.

After so many years of waiting for the result of death, Zhuang Jingrui could hardly bear it. His shoulder broke down and he stood up and struggled to support it.

Song Jin noticed that he was not in the right mood and his body seemed to be wrong. She wanted to stretch out her hand to pull him. His body suddenly became short, and she was surprised.

"Mr. Zhuang, what's the matter with you?"

Zhuang Jingrui is pale and breathes heavily. Song Jin calls for help. Soon the raft comes over and his assistant takes the man away.

Song Jin goes back to the opposite side. Zhuang Jingrui is arranged in the room by her assistant. Her body seems to ease. She stands at the door and doesn't go in the yard. She waits for the assistant to come out.

"Miss Song, Mr. Zhuang will let you in."

"Good."

She took a breath and went in. The room was burning incense and smoking. Mr. Zhuang leaned back in his chair and his face was much better than before.

"Mr. Zhuang, are you all right?"

"It's OK. It scares you. I'm old and have many problems."

"Blame me for telling you the truth."

"You came back to avenge your mother?"

"Well, I hope Mr. Zhuang won't stop me."Zhuang Jingrui said with a smile: "I also want to avenge Yimu. For so many years, I have thought about Su Yirou. Until your appearance, I believe it more."

"I'm just one last step away, and I'll be successful."

"I can show you Chen Dong, but not today."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang."

"You're welcome."

Song Jin looks at him. If she calls uncle now, he will only feel worse. She is still called by Mr. Zhuang, but Zhuang Jingrui looks at her with a very complicated heart. She is Yi Mu's daughter. Before she knew him, the Su family never said that.

Xu is Su's family does not know, after all, unmarried children, raised abroad is normal.

But at that time, he was really brave. He wished Song Jin was the child of him and Yimu. If so, he would give her the best in the world.

After chatting with Zhuang Jingrui again, Song Jin gets up and leaves, refuses him to get up to see him off, and leaves the tea house quickly.

The driver waited. Almost as soon as she got on the bus, Lu Nancheng's phone came in. She cut it off and told her to go directly to Lu.

Lu Nancheng listened to the phone being hung up. Although he was worried, he also calmed down to understand her. Now he was afraid that he was on his way.

He ordered his secretary to make coffee and prepare some snacks. The front foot was just ready, and the back foot Song Jin arrived.

She is in a good mood today. At least she fooled Zhuang Jingrui.

"I had a good chat with Mr. Zhuang."

Lu Nancheng stood in front of the window with a tight face. The bright light was not enough to soften his handsome face.

"You admitted your identity?"

"No, I said it was her daughter."

"Did he believe it?"

"Well, he has agreed to give Chen Dong to me."

Lu Nancheng's heart is also slowly falling, Su Yimu's daughter, the result is naturally good.

Song Jin quietly hugged him from behind, face natural back: "don't worry, everything is in the plan, just wait to see Chen Dong."

"Well, when shall I see you?"

"Wait for Mr. Zhuang's notice."

"I'll go with you then."

"Good."

Song Jin's heart stones fall, the whole person swept before the gloomy, happy smile, and even the mood of landing in Nancheng is also infected.