You, you beast!
Whoosh!
The First Madam raised her hand in anger, wishing she could kill this imbecilic son of hers.
But he was also her only son.
According to the Song family's rules, only boys had a chance to inherit the fortune.
Therefore, no matter how shameless and disgusting Song Wenlong was, he was still her last hope.
In the end, she didn't strike.
The First Madam's face was pale and distressed: "You, you're even eyeing your sister's family fund? I, I... are you trying to anger me to death?"
Song Wenlong's face was full of embarrassment, yet he carried a nonsensical lewdness: "Mom, I'm your son. Only I have the chance to help you defeat the children of the other branches. Our Song family should be inherited by the eldest son, right?"
"As for Afen, she's a girl. Women get married when they grow up; they are like water thrown out. This fund of over two billion, if kept by her, will eventually benefit outsiders."
The First Madam actually nodded: "Yes, I've thought about this too, but you can't do it like this!"
Song Wenlong frantically urged: "Afen is now wholeheartedly going to teach in the mountains. She has a good heart and aspirations, but sooner or later, she'll still have to come back and get married. We have to seize this money while she's not here."
The First Madam seemed swayed: "Hmph, Afen is good in everything, except she's not ambitious. Going to the mountains to be a teacher? It's simply embarrassing. She doesn't deserve to be my daughter!"
Song Wenlong was delighted: "Then, when do you think I can have this money?"
The First Madam kicked him hard, then raised her palm again: "To pay off your debts? I'd rather invest it in business. Shouldn't I at least tell Afen?"
Song Wenlong covered his head, whimpering: "Mom, if I can't repay that money, I'll be beaten to death by those gangsters. Afen's fund, isn't it with you? You don't need to tell her; just sell it."
The First Madam gritted her teeth and stamped her feet: "Do you think a family fund of over two billion can be sold just like that? I can withdraw it, but who will buy it?"
"Which consortium has such a large appetite to come up with over two billion to buy your fund in a short period?"
"After so many years of studying finance and doing business, don't you even understand this basic principle?"
Song Wenlong was about to cry: "Then what should I do? Mom, I'm your son, your son!"
The First Madam finally relented, affectionately patting the dust off his suit: "Mom will help you figure it out. Ask a few more consortiums for quotes. It's probably impossible to get 2.2 billion. You'll have to sell it cheap for someone to take it. It might be around 1.8 billion then."
Song Wenlong was overjoyed, almost kowtowing to his mother in gratitude.
His spirit and energy returned. He turned and saw everyone in the restaurant staring at him, and he became furious: "What are you looking at? I am Song Wenlong, don't you recognize me? Do you know the Song family?"
He pointed at the guests one by one: "Lower your heads, none of you are allowed to look at me. Manager! Manager!"
The manager ran over, his face full of smiles: "Young Master Song, you're here?"
"Kick everyone out. Didn't I tell you earlier?"
The manager quickly waved his hands: "Our boss is inside. He said we can't reserve the whole place."
Song Wenlong sneered: "Have your boss come out. I've eaten here so many times at Mingyue Xuan, supported him so many times? I've spent at least nearly a hundred thousand."
The manager suppressed a smile: "Actually, your consumption is the lowest among our members..."
Slap!
Song Wenlong, in a fit of rage, slapped him: "Shut up!"
The manager covered his face, trembling with anger.
But in this line of work, one had to endure grievances.
The First Madam was also displeased at this moment but didn't want to make a big scene: "Alright, just find a quiet place."
Song Wenlong was still muttering: "Some nobody who runs a restaurant, acting all high and mighty."
He led his mother to find a spot. As they rounded a screen, they coincidentally saw the Fourth Madam and Song Qingya.
It was truly a case of enemies meeting, their eyes burning with hatred.
Song Wenlong's expression turned grim, and he forced a smile: "Sister Qingya, and Auntie, you're both here, what a coincidence. Oh! Isn't this that little divine doctor?"
What Song Wenlong hated most now was not the Fourth Madam, but Qin Yexuan.
If it weren't for this damned divine doctor causing trouble and ruining his plan, Song Shixiong would have died long ago. By then, the lawyer would have been bribed, and the Song Jing conglomerate would have been within his grasp.
Damn it!
Song Wenlong's eyes were filled with hatred: "Divine Doctor Qin, is it? Not old, but quite the ladies' man. Are you having dinner with these two mother and daughter, and then going to a hotel? Can you handle both at once?"
The Fourth Madam's face instantly turned crimson: "Song Wenlong, your words are against heaven!"
Song Qingya jumped up directly and threw a cup of hot water at his face!
She said nothing. After throwing the water, she grabbed a steak knife from the table, her eyes burning with intensity.
Song Wenlong cried out in pain, wiping his face and spinning around on the spot.
The First Madam rushed over with her people, rubbing his face and fanning him.
Turning around, the First Madam looked at the Fourth Madam with daggers in her eyes.
Her greatest hatred was naturally for the youngest and most favored Fourth Madam.
The Fourth Madam remained calm and sneered: "Did you hear what Song Wenlong just said?"
The First Madam blushed: "He indeed spoke inappropriately. I apologize to you, sister, but Qingya, you injured your brother and even held a knife. What does that mean?"
Before Song Qingya could speak, Qin Yexuan stood up, and the knife somehow ended up in his hand.
He spun the steak knife in his hand and said in a flat tone, "Song Wenlong, for that sentence just now, I could cut out your tongue!"
The entire place fell into dead silence.
Qin Yexuan continued to spin the steak knife: "But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll break one of your front teeth. Let it remind you not to speak carelessly or fart randomly!"
As his voice fell, a white light shot out.
Song Wenlong, hiding behind the crowd, let out a cry and spat a mouthful of blood.
The steak knife landed on the ground, carrying a front tooth!
Qin Yexuan wiped his hands with a napkin and smiled at the Fourth Madam and Song Qingya: "Don't let a dog ruin our mood."
Song Qingya's eyes were filled with admiration and excitement.
What was coolness and handsomeness?
What was decisiveness and ruthlessness?
This was it.
Compared to the young man in front of her, all the so-called heroes in the world were nothing.
The First Madam trembled on the spot, gasping for breath in anger.
Song Wenlong cried out in pain.
At this moment, another middle-aged man in a suit walked in from outside. He looked about the same age as the First Madam.
He frowned as he approached: "Wenlong, what are you shouting about?"
Then he looked at the First Madam: "Sister, why did you call me? I was just in a meeting with the leaders of the Jian Tian Yuan."
"Uncle!" Song Wenlong wailed, wiping his blood and sobbing: "It's Song Qingya. She, the bastard next to her, hit me and scared my mom."
The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he walked towards the table.
The Fourth Madam felt a sense of foreboding and desperately signaled to Song Qingya.
Song Qingya also felt a headache.
Because the newcomer was Song Wenlong's uncle, a cadre in the Chaoge Jian Tian Yuan.
Other departments were fine, but the Jian Tian Yuan was under the command of Dean Su Bingyan in the capital. It was a special existence in every city and province, more formidable than the police.
Song Wenlong's uncle put his hands behind his back and looked at Qin Yexuan: "You, stand up and explain clearly why you hit someone."
At this moment, a restaurant waiter appeared at an inopportune time, tremblingly delivering a bottle of wine, which was Jin Gaoyue's exquisite Clear Dew.
Song Wenlong's uncle scoffed: "This wine smells good. Did you drink too much before hitting someone? Our Jian Tian Yuan is currently apprehending troublemakers like you!"
Saying that, he reached out to take the wine bottle: "Let me see, what kind of wine is this that smells so good?"
"Put it down!" Qin Yexuan coldly pressed down on the wine bottle: "You are not worthy of drinking this wine, and you cannot afford to drink it!"