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After handling matters in Forty-nine City, Song Yun and Ye Qingqing returned to the Magic Capital.
As soon as they left the airport, they saw the towering figure of Tu Gang standing at the exit.
"Miss, sir, let me carry these for you,"
Tu Gang looked at the large and small packages in Song Yun's hands, filled with confusion. Could it be that the two had gone shopping in Forty-nine City?
But upon taking them, he found they were all local specialties and pickles he had made himself.
"Uncle Tu, these are handmade by Song Yun's aunt, and they're delicious! Later, you should take a jar home to try,"
Ye Qingqing said with a giggle, "Dad was so anxious for us to come back, did something happen?"
"It's a long story, let's head back to the Ye family first."
Tu Gang's expression was somewhat awkward, as he did not elaborate directly, which made Ye Qingqing feel that the matter was definitely not simple.
The three of them traveled in silence to the Ye family home.
Inside the Ye family residence, Father Ye sat on the sofa, holding a stack of documents in one hand, his brows deeply furrowed.
Ever since the Nangong Family announced their intention to enter the Magic Capital, in just a few short days, they had stirred up the various forces in the Magic Capital. The Ye family, currently the wealthiest in the Magic Capital, took the brunt of it, with significant losses to their businesses.
If this continued, this year's financial report would show a cliff-like decline!
"Dad, we're back~"
Ye Qingqing hopped all the way to Father Ye's side, hugged her father's arm, and cooed, "I was planning to play in Forty-nine City for another two days, but then you called us back."
"Dear, go find your mother; I have something to discuss with Song Yun."
Father Ye patted Ye Qingqing's hand, but the cloud of gloom over his brow did not disperse.
Without needing further explanation, Ye Qingqing knew something big must have happened at home.
Song Yun, full of doubts, sat down beside Father Ye, who didn't speak but silently handed the documents he was holding to Song Yun.
"The exact date isn't set," Song Yun's father pondered momentarily before tentatively asking, "How is your father-in-law doing now?"
"Not bad, just ran into some trouble."
"Hmm, pass the phone to him, I want to chat with him about your marriage to Qing Qing."
Song Yun, resignedly covering the receiver, said to Ye Qingqing's father, "It's my dad's call, he wants to have a word with you."
Ye Qingqing's father nodded, took the phone, and smilingly said, "Hello, I am Qing Qing's father."
"Old Ye, your family is now in big trouble. Have you thought about what to do?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingqing's father stood frozen on the spot. Had the call not been from Song Yun's father, he would have thought it was someone sent by the Nangong Family trying to feel him out.
"Don't look so surprised. My situation doesn't allow me to say much, and even Song Yun doesn't know the true identities of his mother and me. Just listen to what I have to say," said the voice on the other end.
"Why does the Nangong Family want to expand? Not to make up for the previously lost resources, but because they've clashed with the Zhao Family from Forty-nine City. They're reaching out to Magic Capital for two reasons: one is for capital, and the other is to build a foundation, so their descendants have the hope of a comeback in case of failure."
"I will give you a private number of the Zhao Family's head. Just say Song Bu asked you to contact him. As for whether you two decide to become allies, that's not my concern anymore," he continued.
Ye Qingqing's father felt as if he had been struck by lightning, standing there dumbfounded.
The Zhao Family of Forty-nine City was a giant entity, no less powerful than the Nangong Family. A collision between the two clans was bound to cause waves.
But who exactly was Song Yun's father, and how did he come by this information? What was his true identity?
All sorts of questions swirled in Ye Qingqing's father's mind, and he was still in shock when Song Yun's father ended the call.
"Dad, that's just how my father is. Although he speaks crudely, he doesn't really have any ill intentions," Song Yun said, noticing the expression on his father-in-law's face and wondering if something had gone wrong. He knew his own father's character better than anyone— irreverent would be the word.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken his mother on a global tour and neglected even his own son.
"It's nothing." Ye Qingqing's father said, giving Song Yun a meaningful look. This foolish young man, to be sitting on a treasure trove unaware!
Could a man who could casually arrange contact with the Zhao Family head be ordinary?
"Song Yun, I'm entrusting Qing Qing to your Song Family. You must treat her well! Otherwise, even if I have to go all out, I will seek justice from you," he said.
"Dad, don't worry. I swear I'll give my all to Qing Qing for this lifetime, protect her, and never leave her side!" Song Yun vowed.