It was clear that she should have felt more at ease with Song Yansheng gone, but why did it suddenly seem like the garden was emptier...?
Probably, she just wasn’t used to it. She thought.
...
Inside the black Land Rover, the man watched the figure turning to enter the house in the rearview mirror, his once soft black eyes gradually replaced by sharpness and gloom.
He glanced at the ti, knowing that person never liked others to be late.
Instinctively, he pressed the gas pedal.
Half an hour later, Song Yansheng’s car stopped at a teahouse.
He casually glanced at the teahouse’s decor, ancient and full of charm, which suited his style.
With a cold sneer, he pushed the car door open, handed the keys to the valet, and stepped into the teahouse.
Led by a waitress in a cheongsam, he was escorted to the door of a private room.
As the door of the private room opened, the faint aroma of tea mixed with incense wafted in.
"Sir, we’re here!" the waitress said.
Song Yansheng gave a faint "Hmm" and without another word, walked in silently.
The waitress closed the door behind him, and the man took a few steps inside, his gaze casually sweeping over the room before finally landing on the middle-aged man brewing tea by the table.
His elegant brows involuntarily furrowed.
Calculating the ti, it had been many years since he’d seen this man. Except for the hair at his temples that had grown a bit grey, he hadn’t changed much.
The middle-aged man didn’t look at him, instead picking up a cup and pouring two cups of tea.
He placed one cup on the opposite seat, saying lightly, "Co and sit down!"
Song Yansheng’s eyes flickered, then he silently walked over, sitting down across from the man without speaking or touching the cup of tea that faintly exuded a fragrance.
Only then did the man look up, glancing at him with a smile, "What? You seem like you don’t want to see ?"
Song Yansheng’s thin lips moved slightly, "Yes, I really don’t want to see you..."
Even though he had once helped him and his mother, even though him being alive all these years was thanks to his efforts...
He still didn’t want to see him; towards him, all he felt was uncontrollable repulsion and disgust.
The man smiled indifferently and took a sip of tea by himself.
The tea fragrance spread in his mouth, it was quite a good tea.
"You do hold grudges. I’ve said, back then with your mother..."
"Get to the point..." Song Yansheng interrupted him lightly, not wanting to ntion a word about the past: "Why did you want to see ..."
The man put down the teacup, as if sighing, then said: "Hmm, well, I heard you’ve hidden R?"
Song Yansheng’s breath shifted slightly, not expecting him to know so quickly.
"R disappeared for four years, vanished completely, even I, as his father, couldn’t find him. I didn’t expect that after four years he’d reappear, not seeking out his father, but you instead..."
After the man finished speaking, he chuckled, "I’ve raised him for so many years, what a waste..."
Song Yansheng’s expression was calm, replying faintly, "Bring him out, and then what? Let K find him and let the tragedy of the past happen again?"
The man’s expression changed slightly but he said nothing.
Song Yansheng, however, sneered coldly, "If I’m not wrong, K sent you to find , but I didn’t expect you to actually co... Zhong Jinnan, how much do you want to ruin your two adopted sons, hmm?"
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