618: Chapter 607 618: Chapter 607 To be honest, Song Yun’s heart was very conflicted at that moment.
As a man, he felt that a successful man having many women wasn’t excessive.
Of course, the premise was that the man should not start and then abandon them carelessly; otherwise, he was just a libertine or a wastrel.
However, a truly amorous person, though emotionally involved everywhere, cared deeply everywhere!
And Song Yun’s current goal was exactly this, so he greatly admired his father for having so many close female friends when viewed from a man’s perspective.
But…
that was his father!!!
Song Yun found it difficult to imagine his father actually having so many women, just like we might tolerate mistresses but would never want our own daughters to be one—it was that same reasoning.
Song Yun felt that a successful man could have more women, but his own father should not have too many.
Otherwise, what would he do?
What about his mother?
Did that mean he had to call those women “aunt one, aunt two, aunt three” or “big aunt, second aunt, third aunt?” or even “big auntie, second auntie, third auntie?”
Song Yun felt his head suddenly expand with the thought.
“Does my mom know about all this?” Song Yun asked, troubled.
“Yeah, she knows.
Sister Qingsi, of course, she knows all about it.
And Song Yun, you can be assured that in your father’s heart, the most important person is Sister Qingsi.
It can be said that many of your father’s research achievements were made with Sister Qingsi’s help, and her contribution to his success has been significant.
Among the women, if Sister Qingsi says one, no one dares to say two,” Vermilion Bird explained.
“Oh!
So they get along well?” Song Yun asked.
“Hehe, at least when they are in Beijing, no, they all have their squabbles and ally with others, but that’s limited to others.
Sister Qingsi is undoubtedly the legitimate wife.
When your father was expelled from Beijing years ago, it was with Sister Qingsi’s help that he could smoothly move to Sunan.
But later, that group actually followed to Sunan, so Sister Qingsi had to go abroad with your father.
Ah, you must have suffered a lot these years, right?” Vermilion Bird inquired.
“Hehe, it’s been okay.” Song Yun’s thoughts, initially muddled, now began to clear up.
Actually, the issues of his father were now his own.
How the concubines could live harmoniously was something his father undoubtedly understood better than he did.
At least since the time Song Yun became sensible, he had never seen his father with another woman, hardly ever saw his father stay out—not even once.
On this matter, Song Yun thought his father had done very well—having women outside but still taking great care of his family.
Song Yun thought this as he glanced at Qingluan.
“What are you looking at?” Qingluan asked curiously.
“Nothing, I just think that you being by my side has always been a strong support, quite similar to my mom’s status,” Song Yun said earnestly.
“I am far less significant compared to Auntie,” Qingluan shook her head and said, “Auntie is arguably the most outstanding main wife the Song Family has seen in many years.
It’s a pity that your grandfather left Yanjing so early; otherwise, you wouldn’t have to be like this.
You should rely on your own efforts for everything.”
“Haha, I actually enjoy relying on myself for everything—it’s more fun, isn’t it?” Song Yun said proudly with a laugh.
“Song Yun, do you have any other business now?” Tyrant looked at Song Yun and asked.
“No, not really.
Uncle Master, do you have anything?” Song Yun asked.
“If you really have nothing, then you might as well leave early.
There’s nothing going on here anyway,” Tyrant quickly winked at Song Yun.
Song Yun was startled and asked, “Uncle Master, if I leave so early, I still wouldn’t have anything to do.”
“Ah, how can you not understand?
I haven’t seen Vermilion Bird in so many years; don’t we need to catch up properly?” Tyrant said a bit irritably.
“Oh!!
I see!!” Song Yun finally understood; it turned out his uncle master still had feelings for Vermilion Bird, but Vermilion Bird was fond of his father…
This…
Song Yun’s head felt like it was swelling up again.
Who should he support in this situation?
“Song Yun, let’s go,” Qingluan said as she stood up.
“Mr.
Song also told me a few days ago to have you call him whenever you’re free.”
“Oh, alright, let’s go then,” Song Yun stood up and said to Tyrant, “Uncle Master, you can stay busy, we won’t disturb you.”
“Come on, don’t make it look like we’re in some unclear relationship.
I know well that you have a wife!
My heart still belongs to Ergou, you don’t stand a chance,” Vermilion Bird seriously said.
“This…
Vermilion Bird, let’s chat slowly, okay?
Old friends meeting, surely we should talk more?” Tyrant awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
Song Yun and Qingluan exchanged glances and then left the coffee house.
“Ah, there’s really a lot going on these days; my brain feels like it’s about to overflow,” Song Yun said as he walked toward the car parked nearby.
“Hehe, take it slowly, you have plenty of time to recuperate,” Qingluan said with a smile.
Qingluan opened the car door and waited for Qingluan to sit inside before he went around to his driver’s seat, started the car, and drove toward the mouth of the alley.
“Brother Song Yun!” Xiezi was standing on the roadside and hurriedly greeted Song Yun as he drove past.
“Hehe, it’s Xiezi,” Song Yun smiled and nodded but did not stop.
“Brother Song Yun, you really are growing more and more into a big brother’s style!” Brother Xiezi watched Song Yun drive away, deeply feeling the change.
Back then, Song Yun was completely clueless about this circle, looking like a young man in his twenties unaware of the ways of the world.
But now, Song Yun carried an air of profound dignity that was not something he could just pretend to have; it was an authority that stemmed from deep within his bones.
Moreover, within that dignity, Brother Xiezi also sensed a chilling hint of blood—this was a skill Xiezi had learned from spending many years in the society.
Those who have been in the mix for a long time can tell at a glance whether someone is a newbie or a seasoned veteran because the true veteran emits a certain deadly aura.
As for Xiezi, he could no longer sense that deadly aura from Song Yun, just a faint scent of blood, but it was not real blood; it was something very metaphysical, difficult for Xiezi to describe.
Xiezi shrugged and smiled, lighting a cigarette before walking toward the mouth of the alley where a few rookies were waiting for him to teach them the rules.