After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Inside the study.

The housekeeper came back from the window: "Master, Miss Xi'er is indeed waiting for the young master below."

Mr. Shang sat on the chair with his eyes closed, and the walnuts in his hands made a slight sound while turning.

"How's the investigation going on that one named Song Changhai?" Mr. Shang asked.

"After checking, the identification result is that he is Miss Xi'er's biological father."

After finishing speaking, the housekeeper saw that Mr. Shang was silent and hesitated before speaking: "The second master did not hesitate to give up his shares in order to marry someone into the family. Now if he is asked to divorce, he will definitely not agree."

Mr. Shang opened his eyes, and there was a sharp flash in his cloudy eyes, but his words were still gentle: "Su Mei and that kid are indeed good, but after all, they are not from the right family, and they are not suitable for our business."

"Since Mr. Song has their mother and daughter in his heart, it would be a good thing to reunite their family."

……

Even though it had just fallen into the night, Mr. Shang's place was extremely quiet.

Because everyone knows that the old man likes to be quiet, so usually no one comes to bother him when nothing happens.

Shang Ji's car was not parked inside, but parked outside by a fountain.

There is a field of artificially cultivated shrubs next to the fountain, which is so dense and thick that it completely blocks the yard behind.

Song Xi'er was standing next to the fountain, the sound of rushing water was behind her, and there was still a faint drop or two soaking on her legs. The temperature here was also lower than other places.

Shang Ji was sitting in the car with the window open. He held a cigarette between his fingers and propped his elbow on the window. The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered in Song Xier's sight.

It wasn't until the cigarette was half-burned that Shang Ji said in a deep voice: "Are you going to just stand outside and talk to me?"

"As long as my cousin can hear it." Song Xi'er met Shang Shang Ji's gaze and spoke again: "It's impossible for Uncle Shang to mortgage the gallery. Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Shang Ji sneered: "Isn't it related to you?"

Song Xi'er was suffocated: "You also said that Uncle San's project has nothing to do with Uncle Shang. The [-] million was clearly proposed by them on purpose. Why didn't you tell Grandpa?"

Shang Ji flicked his cigarette ashes: "Why should I say that?"

"you……"

"Grandpa hopes that the second uncle will go to the company. Without the gallery, the second uncle can concentrate on the company's affairs in the future."

"But Uncle Shang doesn't like those."

"Don't like it?" Shang Ji laughed, his dark eyes blending into the surrounding night: "Since he likes the second aunt, there are some things that he cannot have."

So after all, it's all because of her and her mother?

Song Xi'er clasped her hands tightly: "Uncle Shang has never asked for anything from the merchants in all these years. Even so, isn't it okay?"

"Yes." Shang Ji looked at Song Xi'er: "Unless his surname is not Shang."

Over the years, except for Shang Zhenglin, the other families have been harmonious on the surface for power and money, but privately they have been fighting in various ways.

Except Shang Zhenglin.

"What about you?" Song Xi'er took a step forward: "Do you also want Uncle Shang to go to the company?"

Shang Ji raised his eyes and looked at Song Xi'er. The cigarette in his hand was almost burning to the end, but he didn't move.

"Even if Uncle Shang really goes to the company, he doesn't necessarily have to sell the gallery." Song Xi'er continued: "You can obviously help, but it's because of me that you did this on purpose, right?"

The merchant put out the cigarette butt and said in a cold voice: "Song Xi'er, you think too highly of yourself."

"In this case, I am me and Uncle Shang is Uncle Shang. I am just an insignificant outsider. But Uncle Shang is your second uncle. I know that you have the best relationship with Uncle Shang. You also know how important the gallery is to Uncle Shang. , can’t you help prevent the gallery from being sold?”

"So you are begging me?" Shang Ji asked.

"...Yes." Song Xi'er's feet began to feel numb from the cold: "Please be kind and don't let Uncle Shang's gallery be sold."

Song Xier knew that [-] million was very difficult for Shang Zhenglin.

But for the boss of the Shangji project, it was just a matter of words.

The most important thing is that the [-] million was a deliberate extortion from the beginning.

"You have to have a begging attitude when asking for help." Shang Ji glanced at Song Xi'er and then looked away: "I haven't seen your attitude yet."

As soon as the words fell, the car window was closed in front of Song Xier's eyes.

Song Xi'er stood there for another minute, then stiffly walked to the other side, opened the car door and got in.

The heater was turned on in the car, but Song Xier had been outside for too long, and her limbs were already so cold that she couldn't feel anything. The moment she sat in, because of the stiffness of her calves, she fell forward and fell directly into Shang Ji's arms.

Shang Ji subconsciously raised his hand to hold her wrist, and he could feel the coldness in his hand even through her clothes.

His eyes fell on her whitened lips, and then he raised his other hand and rubbed her lips vigorously with his fingertips.

His force was so strong that Song Xier's originally white lips instantly turned red and red after being rubbed like this.

She shrank back in pain, "Sorry."

After saying that, she sat down and said no more.

She didn't know what Shang Ji wanted to do. Maybe she knew, but she pretended not to know.

The car drove all the way out of the old house, but instead of returning to Tongzhou, it...

Song Xi'er looked at the vaguely familiar road conditions outside the window, then turned to look at Shang Ji: "Where are you going?"

"What?" Shang Ji raised his hand and pulled the tie around his neck: "Do you want to regret it?"

Song Xier frowned: "What do you mean?"

Shang Ji turned to look at her, half-smiling but not smiling: "I thought you knew."

"……I have no idea."

"Oh?" Shang Ji raised his eyebrows: "Do you know now?"

Song Xier pursed her lips and said nothing.

The car finally stopped at Jingwan, and Shang Ji got off the car without waiting for Song Xier, and walked directly to the elevator nearby.

Yang Ming sat in the driver's seat and looked at Song Xi'er who was sitting motionless in the rearview mirror. He paused and said, "Mr. Shang originally wanted to help the second master. Even if the second master went to the company, he would not be interested in the gallery. The influence is only because of you, Miss Xier..."

Song Xier raised her head: "So what?"

Yang Ming coughed and said, "Anyway, Miss Xi'er, please coax Mr. Shang. Maybe Mr. Shang will be in a good mood and not pursue the case."

To coax business hopes?

"And Mr. Shang was very worried after learning that Miss Xi'er had a car accident." Yang Ming stopped talking and said nothing more.

"You're thinking too much." Song Xi'er said without thinking, "He's worried that no one will worry about me."

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Shang Ji who was standing at the elevator door not far away. After being silent for a while, she opened the door and walked out.

Anyway, the way she is now, the doctor has repeatedly emphasized that strenuous exercise is not allowed, so Shang Ji will not do anything to her.

In this case, Song Xier has nothing to worry about.