"The Ouyang patriarch is celebrating his birthday, what should we prepare for the occasion?"
Ye Qingqing observed the atmosphere around the dining table was somewhat eerie and stood up to ask.
Song Bu's face was overcast, lost in thoughts no one could guess.
Bai Qiu also looked worried, and at this moment, Song Yun was completely baffled. What was going on? Could it be that the Ouyang patriarch had done something that hit a raw nerve with the Song Family? Otherwise, his parents wouldn't be wearing such long faces, their unhappiness almost written all over them!
"Dad, is there something I don't know about?"
Song Yun asked cautiously.
Finally, Song Bu let out a deep sigh, waved his hand, and said, "It's not that it can't be said. Your mother's family is also from Forty-nine City and has... some clout. When your mother was going to marry me, your grandfather was strongly opposed, so we haven't been back for many years..."
Goodness gracious!
That powerful?
So, my own mother actually eloped with my dad?
You have to understand that in that era, even though customs had become slightly more open, most people still adhered to their parents' wishes. Plus, according to what my dad said, my mother's family was quite a significant clan!
To have run off with someone's daughter, and for my dad not to have been killed, is nothing short of a miracle!
"Forty-nine City... the Bai Family?"
Ye Qingqing suddenly covered her mouth, asking in disbelief.
Seeing her mother-in-law nod her head in resignation, Ye Qingqing felt that her father-in-law had been extraordinarily bold back in the day!
You could say he was brazen!
"How so, is the Bai Family that formidable?"
Song Yun was full of confusion, feeling as though he was the only one in the dark.
"You don't know, my husband? Forty-nine City's Bai Family! The Bai Family!"
"Huh?"
"The number one family in Forty-nine City! Even more formidable than the Ouyang Family!"
Ye Qingqing looked at her clueless husband and sighed. Her husband was great in many aspects, but he simply didn't pay attention to these kinds of families or powers.
"..."
"???"
Others would have been desperate to figure out how to get along with their grandfather-in-law, wouldn't that smooth out the path ahead?
But somehow, Song Yun seemed like nothing bothered him.
"You're still in the mood to eat?"
"What else? Just because suddenly there's a new grandfather-in-law, should I lose sleep over it? You're underestimating me," Song Yun said with a laugh. "I built this vast empire from scratch. Do you think getting an extra grandfather-in-law would double my assets?"
Ye Qingqing thought about it and indeed it made sense. If her husband were an ordinary man, this really would be a chance to leap through the dragon's gate, but now her husband was already the richest man in Magic Capital, with assets so abundant that countless people were envious. At this point, getting closer to those aristocratic families could indeed make the powers that be feel threatened.
"I'm sorry, husband. I was too narrow-minded."
Ye Qingqing said coquettishly, hugging Song Yun's neck.
"It's only because you're pregnant now, otherwise you'd definitely be punished!"
"Ah~ How would you punish me~"
The tender voice made Song Yun shudder, and he quickly bent down to get up and went back to his study to deal with emails.
Pregnant women are untouchable!
Around eleven o'clock, Song Yun came downstairs and gave Ye Qingqing, who was reading on the couch, a signal before heading out first.
Ye Qingqing looked around and noticed that Yang Yingying was in the kitchen preparing lunch. She tiptoed and sneaked out stealthily.
"You weren't spotted, were you?"
Song Yun, sitting in the car, still felt his heart thumping. This feeling was like being late for school, afraid of being caught by the teacher!
"No! Let's go quickly. I want to eat beef for lunch today!"
Ye Qingqing urged him hastily.
So the unremarkable-looking SUV stealthily left the lavish residence.
When they arrived outside the Ba Chuan Tower, Song Yun, arm in arm with Ye Qingqing and her slender waist, walked in.
The interior of the restaurant was decorated in a very traditional style, which, if not for the tables and chairs, might have made one think they had traveled back to ancient times.
Song Yun approached the bar and said, "Hello, I reserved Tu Chuan's private room this morning."
"Sorry sir, the private room has been requisitioned for a temporary reason. You can choose to dine in the main hall," the service staff at the bar replied with an incredibly indifferent attitude, her eyes glued to the computer screen, too lazy even to lift her head.
Song Yun's brow furrowed slightly; he was about to argue when his wife tugged at his sleeve.
"It's not worth getting angry with such petty people."