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"From the looks of it, they also have a good relationship with each other. In the future, they will definitely be happy."

Qin Zheng calmly listened to Song Anbang's words, but still shook his head, "You are only imagining things. What if Kevi suddenly remembers everything? What if she saw Shen Qingyang again? We all know that at that time, she and Shen Qingyang had been together since just entering university, and she had always been thinking about him. And your eldest daughter-in-law, I probably disliked her from the beginning, but who would have thought that her son would be involved with my eldest brother's daughter. "

Song Anbang sipped his tea and replied slowly, "With me here, you don't have to worry about Ke Wei's position in the Song Family. If you're really afraid, I can make a will in advance to ensure Ke Wei's position. Also, you've never seen a baby before. It's really a very painful child. I think even if Kevy really thought about it all one day, she would just stop caring about the past because the child doesn't care about the past anymore. She's always soft-hearted. "

Qin Zheng continued to shake his head with a bitter smile, "Uncle, although our family cannot compare to yours, even if Ke Wei's parents and family elder successively die, I want to guarantee that Ke Wei won't have to worry about money in his previous life …"

Song Anbang hurriedly interrupted him, "Zheng, you know I definitely do not have the intention of making fun of your family."

Qin Zheng saw that there was not much left of the tea and started to boil the water to make more tea. Then she said, "You will never understand how regretful I was in the event of a car accident. At that time, only the family's old man agreed to marry Ke Wei to Zi Xiu, even if he did such a shameful thing. At the end of the day, it's just that Dad always has a feeling for you, the soldier, towards the leader, and always thinks you're right. At that time, I strongly opposed it. Zi Xiu came to me behind my back, begging and begging, and then I agreed. "Who would have thought that Kevi would become like that? The doctor said that this was a typical traumatic sequelae, and the one who caused it was clearly Zi Xiu."

Song Anbang didn't expect Qin Zheng to be so stubborn. He couldn't help but say, "You've also seen that Kowtow cannot be separated from a child cultivator. Is there a need to break up a pair of lovers?"

Qin Zheng still insisted, "In short, I will not agree. But Wei is too old now, so we can stay together with Zixiu. If you want to return home with him, you can go back. I can't stop you."

Song Anbang sighed for a moment, but he still insisted, "I came not only to convince you to let Ke Wei stay together, but also to advise you to come with us. With your current qualifications, it's fine if you want to return to any university to teach. If you don't want to go back to school, then you can also go back to rest.

Qin Zheng shook his head and laughed: "I am old and I don't want to move. The only thing I'm worried about right now is Kovi, but I know now that I can't be with her forever, and some roads still have to be taken by her own hands. She wants to be together with Song Zi, but I won't go back, especially if I have to face some people. I'd rather stay here. "

Song no longer persuaded her: "You always have an idea, and I won't force you."

Qin Zheng smiled, "Uncle, I know you are sincere in helping me."

After the two sat in silence for a while, Qin Zheng suddenly said with emotion: "Sometimes I even think that our family owed you something in your previous life, starting from my father's generation and ending up in Kewei's generation."

Song Anbang could not help but joke, "Since you think so, then you should let Ke and Wei be together. Now that we are a family, we don't need to care about who owes whom anymore." After saying that, he no longer joked about it, "I know better than you that our family has always owed your family, so you should give us the chance to repay it."

Qin Zheng clearly didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. She got up and said, "I'm going out to buy some food. I'll be eating lunch here. Ke Wei should be back by then. This lady's culinary skills are quite good." After saying that, he took his bag and prepared to leave. However, before he left, he couldn't help but ask, "Has the baby really come?"

Song Anbang nodded affirmatively at her.

At the same time, in Song Zi's villa in Edinburgh, two children sat by the swimming pool.

Song Qingying was more than three years old, but her skin was white because of her poor health. Other than the baby fat on her face, she was also very petite. She saw Ning Jiayang's back was facing her and quickly stuffed a soft candy with the taste of a watermelon into his mouth.

Ning Jiayang suddenly turned around. Song Qingying was frightened as she swallowed the sugar in her mouth with all her might.

Ning Jiayang stood in front of her. He was almost twelve years old and was already a shota. He frowned and ordered, "Hand over all the sugar hidden in your bag."

Song Qingying quickly covered her mouth to cover her ears, "There's no sugar in my mouth, and there's no sugar in the bag either."

Ning Jiayang's expression was colder, but his words were coaxing, "You can have the candy, but you can't keep eating it. "Be good and give it to me."

Song Qingying pouted. Her face was so teary that it looked pitiful. "Big brother, I really don't have one."

Ning Jiayang heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he took out a few candies from the pocket of her clothes and put them into his bag.

Song Qingying's small mouth pouted even more. Her large eyes were also filled with tears as she sobbed, "Big Brother, I don't like you anymore."

As the two sat down, Ning Jiayang hugged her and coaxed her, "Baby, you have to learn to grow up slowly too. Don't let things go wrong. Just cry. This isn't good."

However, Song Qingying cried even harder and complained, "Big brother, you don't like babies anymore."

Ning Jiayang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The vile person in front of him was clearly two years older than his little sister, but he was even harder to serve than the man who didn't know how to talk. But he didn't know why, probably because he had never had a mother since he was young, so he cared a lot for Song Qingying, who had no mother to take care of him.

Ning Jiayang gently caressed her slightly yellowish hair and continued, "I love babies the most. How could I not like babies?"

Song Qingying immediately pouted, "But big brother doesn't even give baby candy."

Ning Jiayang was used to being young, so he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't expect her to come back after talking for so long. He lowered his head and comforted her by kissing her cheek. "Let's go in, okay?"

Song Qingying's long eyelashes were still covered in tears, but seeing that Ning Jiayang did not seem to want to discuss it, she could only give a slight "hmm" before being carried off the stool by Song Qingying. The little girl was young and her body wasn't well. Among the three generations of the Song Family, there was no one who didn't hold her in their palms and cultivate her delicate personality. Ning Jiayang would usually find it annoying to deal with girls his age, but he was very pampered by Song Qingying, so no matter how much he pampered her, he still had his bottom line.

Ning Jiayang held the little girl's hand and walked towards the house. The little girl's footsteps were slow and small. Ning Jiayang had to slow down to catch up with her. Behind them, the servants from the house and the nanny brought by Old Man Song followed.

Back in the living room, Song Qingying asked Ning Jiayang for a tablet, "Brother, I want to play games." There was no trace of the displeasure on his face from before. The little girl was baffled as well. She loved to play the game of cutting fruits, and she was so good at it that even Ning Jiayang was ashamed of himself.

Ning Jiayang quickly took out his tablet, but immediately made an appointment, "You can only play for half an hour."

Song Qingying raised her right hand to her ear and made a very unruly gesture of respect, "Baby understands."

Ning Jiayang smiled and passed the tablet to her.

After a while, Song Qingying was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, playing a game. Ning Jiayang found the National Day holiday teacher and started to do his homework.

In the silence of the living room, there was the sound of someone opening the door. Ning Jiayang put down the pen in his hand and looked outside. Song Qingying was still playing the game seriously, as if nothing could disturb her.

Ning Jiayang stood up when he saw the man and greeted, "Uncle, you're back." He then curiously looked at the person beside Song Zixiu and politely greeted, "Hello Auntie."

Song Zi Xiu hadn't seen his daughter for a few months and walked over with big steps. At this moment, Song Qing Ying also reacted and jumped off the sofa as soon as she saw someone coming in from the door. Ning Jia Yang was shocked and quickly supported her.

Song Qingying came out of Ning Jiayang's arms and threw herself into Song Zixiu's arms. She acted like a soft little rabbit and acted like a spoiled child, "Daddy, baby misses you so much, you don't even want baby."

Song Zi fixed him with a smile. "How can father not want a baby?" With that, he lovingly kissed her on the cheek.

Although they were young, their looks were outstanding. Especially that boy who was just over ten years old. He had a noble aura that was hard to conceal, and did not look like a child that had not grown up at all. She didn't think that she would see his child so soon. For a moment, she felt very complicated, as if the matter between the two of them hadn't even been resolved and she was going to have to face the reality of being her stepmother.

Song Qingying looked at Lu Kewei with caution and asked Song Zixiu, "Dad, who is that beautiful aunt?"

Song Zi Xiu looked at Lu Kewei with a smile and began to coax his daughter again, "You can't call me Auntie, it's Mommy."

Song Qingying's eyes were filled with doubt. She looked at Song Zixiu and then at Lu Kewei. Finally, she looked at Lu Kewei and asked, "Auntie, are you really Baby's mother?"

At this time, Lu Kewei had already walked up to Song Qingying. He didn't know why, but he felt like he liked her the moment he saw her. His heart felt like it was melting. She couldn't help but smile as she said to Song Qingying, "From now on, I'm your mother, okay?" Since he had already made up his mind to be together with Song Zi, he would definitely marry him in the future. He would naturally have to acknowledge this stepdaughter of his.

Song Qingying immediately broke into laughter. Her pair of large eyes were curved like crescent moons, and looked so cute that they looked like little people in a painting. She stretched out her hands towards Lu Kewei and said, "Baby, you need mother to hug you."

As he received her from Song Zixiu's arms with a smile, his heart became more and more affectionate with her.

Song Zixiu looked at his mother and daughter gently. It had been a long time since he had been this happy. Sometimes, people would have to believe that they were related by blood. For example, Song Qingying, who usually did not pay much attention to strangers, was able to accept Lu Kewei the first time they met. At the beginning, it was because he had a child, causing a ruckus. In the end, he really met someone, and it was softer than he had expected.

Ning Jiayang quietly watched everything that was happening. He remembered the conversation between the two adults he had overheard at home. He had guessed at the identity of Lu Kewei and felt happy for the baby's mother. Back then, his mother had died shortly after he was born. He had never had the chance to see her again, so at least the baby was still lucky.

Song Zixiu also thought of Ning Jiayang. He patted the boy's head and smiled, "Thank you for taking care of my baby for me these days."

Ning Jiayang immediately refused. "Xi was the one who took care of the baby. Sometimes I help her take care of the baby because she couldn't get away from me." He saw the baby as his other sister, and he saw it as part of his job.

Song Zixiu patted him on the shoulder. Sometimes, men did not need to talk much. Even though Ning Jiayang was still a boy, they could still walk the same path. He understood what the little guy was thinking and felt even more grateful.