you are my joy

Chapter 1074 Treat it as your own home
Song Jianghuai's eyebrows moved slightly, and his thin lips were tightened and then loosened.

"Aunt Yun, it's not good for you if I come here often."

His father had always been on guard against him, and his frequent visits would only arouse his father's suspicion and defense against him.

At that time, Mrs. Yun might not even be able to step out of this room.

The hopeful eyes of Mrs. Yun's eyes dimmed instantly, thinking of the man outside, she waved her hand with a gloomy expression.

"Forget it, just come and see me when you have time."

She knew his concerns, so naturally she would not force him to visit her often.

After all, she is just a "prisoner" now, without much freedom, let alone the opportunity to make demands.

No matter how many requests there are, it is impossible to achieve them.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first, remember what you promised me, live well."

Song Jianghuai held Mrs. Yun's hand, and when he said the last word, the strength in his hand tightened, his cold eyes were full of seriousness.

Madam Yun patted the back of his hand and smiled faintly.

"Aunt Yun made a note, don't be too tired at work, remember to get in touch with girls more, otherwise Aunt Yun is worried that you will be single for the rest of your life."

Endless helplessness appeared in Song Jianghuai's eyes, and his lips curved slightly imperceptibly.

"it is good."

Song Jianghuai took the briefcase and left Madam Yun's bedroom. Before leaving, he did not forget to switch the channel to the TV drama Madam Yun usually watched.

When the door of the room was opened, the servant serving Mrs. Yun was standing outside the door.

Seeing him, the servant quickly bent over.

"Master, go slowly."

Song Jianghuai stopped beside the servant, and glanced at her coldly.

"Take good care of Aunt Yun, don't have any wrong thoughts, don't forget, I'm still the young master of this family!"

Every word and every word in his words carried a strong warning, the servant shivered subconsciously, and the burning pain on his neck seemed to be getting worse.

The servant couldn't help bending lower, "I remember, young master."

Watching Song Jianghuai leave, the servant walked into Mrs. Yun's room, glanced at what was playing on the TV calmly, and then secretly looked away.

Everything seems to be normal.

It seems... She was thinking too much.

Song Jianghuai walked downstairs, Patriarch Song, who didn't know when to come back, was drinking tea leisurely downstairs.

The butler hurried in, apparently wanting to say something, but noticed the figure at the stairs, and immediately swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"Master, are you leaving?"

Patriarch Song turned his head when he heard the sound, and glanced at Song Jianghuai who was standing at the top of the stairs. The complacent expression he had a second ago disappeared immediately, replaced by gloomy coldness, and an imperceptible disgust flashed quickly in his eyes.

"Either don't come back, or come back and take a look at that woman before leaving. Do you still regard this place as your home?"

Song Jianghuai walked into the living room calmly.

"Whether you can treat this place as your own home, I thought it was always up to you."

From the time he could remember, had his father ever trusted him except for insulting him?

He never regarded him as his son, how could this be his home?

Patriarch Song took a deep breath, and with a bang, put the teacup heavily on the coffee table.

"Are you blaming me for guarding against you all the time? If you have no ambition, why should I guard against you?"

Song Jianghuai looked indifferent, "How did father see that I have hidden ambitions?"

Seeing his cold look, Patriarch Song's anger was suddenly aroused.

"Look at how lukewarm you are when you face me! Isn't it because I don't let you meddle in the Song Group's affairs that you haven't come home for so many years? Isn't your ambition fully exposed?

Don't forget, your father and I are still alive, not dead!All the property of the Song family is not your turn now! "

Song Jianghuai looked at Patriarch Song calmly, no matter how angry Patriarch Song was, his expression did not change at all.

"Father, don't be nervous. I'm not interested in the assets in your hands. I have something to do. I'm leaving first."

He nodded slightly towards Patriarch Song and left.

Just as he stepped out of the door of the villa, he heard a teacup shatter behind him.

The deep eyes darkened inch by inch, Song Jianghuai pursed his lips tightly, and got into the car.

In the living room, the butler hurriedly asked the servant to clean up the debris on the floor, brought a new teacup, and poured another glass of water for Patriarch Song.

"Patriarch, why are you doing this? The young master is your sole heir after all. One day, all the property under your name will be given to the young master. There is no need to have such an unpleasant fight with the young master now."

Anger circulated in his chest, Patriarch Song's chest heaved non-stop. Hearing the butler's words, he shot the old butler straight with his sharp and cold eyes like ice edges.

"What? You also help him remember the property under my name?"

The butler's expression tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Don't dare."

Patriarch Song took a deep look at him, looked away, and drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp.

"I don't want to hear this sentence again. I have the final say on whether or not to give him the property under my name, and when to give it to him. It's not up to you as a servant to dictate!"

The housekeeper still had a lot to say, but all of them turned into "I understand".

The owner of the family cares about the assets under his name to an almost crazy degree, and does not allow anyone to covet the assets under his name.

But having said that, the young master will inherit the Song family's property one day.

No matter how much the Patriarch cared, he couldn't bring these things into the coffin!

"Didn't you have something to say just now?"

Patriarch Song's cold voice pulled the butler back from his thoughts. The butler came back to his senses and said quickly:

"The things you explained before have been done, and Guangsheng Entertainment is already in a hurry."

Patriarch Song slowly relaxed his frown when he heard the words, and rubbed the mouth of the cup with his fingertips again and again.

"Let him go as far as he can, I don't want to see him anywhere in the country."

"But he doesn't seem to intend to give up his position as a judge for the Golden Elephant Awards."

Patriarch Song sneered, his face full of sarcasm.

"How stupid is he to think that the organizing committee of the Golden Elephant Awards will continue to keep him as a judge? The money given to him is enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life!"

"Yes, master."

The butler responded, turned around and was about to retreat, when he heard Patriarch Song's voice, he stopped again.

"Also, you send him out of the country yourself, don't make any mistakes."

"Yes."

After the housekeeper retreated, Patriarch Song sat on the sofa alone, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a gloomy chill shrouded his whole body.

As for the Ning family, he couldn't let it continue to develop.

(End of this chapter)