Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Song Qiao didn't speak. After Song Feng's mood recovered a little, she raised her lips and smiled slowly: "The Song family has encountered some troubles, and I don't mind taking over those troubles."

It was indeed her! Song Feng finally calmed down at this time. He put his phone on the table and took a deep breath, "Xiao Lian was in a car accident three years ago, and now Tao'er is dead. I only have a child like you, who will I give it to if I don't give it to you?" Can you give it to your uncles? Don’t worry, Qiaoer, I will transfer the shares to you soon."

"Transfer now." Song Qiao took out an agreement from his bag, "I have already made arrangements with the lawyer."

Once the transfer agreement is signed, it will take effect tonight.

Song Feng gritted his teeth and did not move. Those were just excuses. He would not leave the Song family in the hands of this illegitimate daughter! Even if she has a relationship with Ye Ziqing! Even if she also bleeds his blood!

He is ruthless, unscrupulous, and can even kill his own brother. How could he safely hand over everything in his hands to such a daughter!

It seemed that Song Feng's resistance was not surprising. Song Qiao took out a photo from his bag, looked at it carefully, and threw it towards Song Feng. The photo slowly fell on the table. It was a park, a sunny day, and a person about seven years old. The eight-year-old boy is playing on the lawn with a bright smile.

"The scenery in Finland is good." Song Qiao said softly.

Picking up the photo with trembling hands, Song Feng seemed to have aged ten years. He didn't understand how his illegitimate daughter, who had always had to rely on him to survive in secret, could do all this.

Yes, Ye Ziqing must have helped her, that woman must have helped her!

Although this realization made Song Feng's frustrated mood feel better, it did not reduce his current crisis.

He opened the agreement, his hands were shaking for a long time without writing, he raised his head and looked at Song Qiao pleadingly, his eyes sad. "I can give you all my shares, Qiaoqiao, and can you keep my position in the company?"

Song Qiao smiled and said nothing. Song Feng thought she agreed, signed her name, and handed the agreement to Song Qiao.

"Don't hurt your brother. He has been abroad and is innocent." Song Feng's tone was very pitiful. At this time, he was an old father who cared about his young son.

Father.

What a strange vocabulary. He may have forgotten that he also has a 16-year-old daughter who was almost raped by his brother a few days ago. He completely forgot about such an unethical and disgusting thing, as if it had never happened.

As soon as Song Qiao put the contract into her bag, the door of the study room was opened from the outside, and a woman with jewels all over her body rushed in. The makeup on her face was very heavy, and it felt like the powder would fall off if she made more expressions.

She rushed to Song Qiao angrily, raising her hand to slap her in the face, "You little bitch! How dare you come here!!"

Her wrist was pinched, and with a strong force, she was thrown away by Song Qiao and hit the wall. She cried out in pain, "Ahhh!! I'm going to die!! I'm going to die!! Song Feng!! Yours What a good daughter!! Kill her! Let someone kill her!! She harmed Taoer like that!!"

"Shut up!!!" Song Feng roared.

The woman lay on the ground, "Didn't you say you arranged for someone to do it!!! You bastard!! Can't you bear it?!"

Song Feng rushed over in horror and covered the woman's mouth, "Woooooooooo..." The woman struggled, but could not push Song Feng away.

Song Qiao's expression remained unchanged, "Divorce, take Qiao Hui abroad, and never come back, otherwise I'm not sure whether I will commit patricide." Her tone was cold.

"No, you promised me that I can still be in the company...I will get divorced! I will get divorced right away!!" Song Feng said in horror.

I don't know when a few people stood outside the door. The man leading the team looked at Song Qiao. Song Qiao left the study without looking back, "Take care of it and send them away now."

While Song Qiao was dealing with the Song family's affairs, Ye Ziqing was on the special plane returning to Kyoto. She did not lie to Song Qiao, there were indeed some things that needed to be dealt with.

Kyoto, Yip.

In the heart of this country, all the so-called wealthy families are a joke. Money here is just a number, and power is a passport. And in this heart position, the only ones that people can look up to in fear are the three major families.

Merchants build their families with law, Zuomen uses the army to lay its foundation, and Ye family covers the sky with power.

Shang, Zuo and Ye are the top dignitaries in Kyoto. Among them, the Ye family is the most mysterious. They have survived through the Ming and Qing Dynasties, surviving low-key in troubled times, planning for many years, and prospering in the prosperous times.

The Ye family declined for a period of time twenty years ago. Because Ye Ziqing's father died unexpectedly, the Ye family was in decline. That period was the most dangerous time for the Ye family.

Fortunately, the Ye family survived in the end.

In the Beijing circle, there is a saying of the three princes. Shang Shixu, Zuoyou, and Ye Ziyan are names that every second generation who comes to Kyoto to hang out must be familiar with. The elders in the family gave many warnings and instructions: You can mess with anyone, but don't mess with these three people, otherwise the Bodhisattva won't be able to save them.

At this moment, the so-called prince of the capital circle was kneeling in the ancestral hall, looking miserable.

The old man sitting on one side is calm and confident. He is still tall and tall even though he is over eighty years old. You can vaguely see the strong and tall figure in his youth. There was no third person in the ancestral hall, and it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

When Ye Ziyan was caught from outside, he was discussing things with his friends at the club. He didn't even have time to put on his coat, and his shirt was a little wrinkled. He pursed his lips tightly, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, and there was a looming sinister look on his handsome face.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the ancestral hall, a familiar rhythm to him. Ye Ziyan's expression changed, and there was finally a trace of fear in his eyes. The door opened and Ye Ziqing walked in slowly and greeted the old man sitting on the Grand Master's chair.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

The old man had a smile on his face and waved kindly. "Come here quickly, let grandpa see if you were injured after going out this time?"

Ye Ziqing walked over obediently and lowered his head slightly, "I was not injured, but I was delayed for some time on the road, which made grandpa worried."

Ye Guoan nodded, "Okay, okay, as long as it's okay."

After the grandfather and grandson finished speaking, they remembered that there was another person kneeling on the ground. Ye Ziyan never spoke, only lowered his head in silence. Ye Ziqing glanced at him, "Did my brother do anything to make you angry again?" she asked.

"This little beast did some shameful things while you were away. Just watch and deal with it." Ye Guoan's voice was cold, as if the person kneeling was not his grandson but a stranger.

Ye Ziyan raised his head suddenly and looked at Ye Guoan in disbelief, "Grandpa!!"

"Go to Tibet to help, there is a shortage of people there." Ye Ziqing said calmly.

"No!! Sister!! I was wrong! I never dare again!!" Ye Ziyan came to Ye Ziqing on his knees and prayed. His humble appearance would make anyone's jaw drop when they saw him. Only others would kneel down to him.

Sister... Ye Ziyan's heart was filled with humiliation. He is obviously two months older than Ye Ziqing, so he is the eldest son and grandson of the Ye family! But whether it is official or private, all information about him is that he is two months younger than Ye Ziqing. He is the second young master of the Ye family, and Ye Ziqing, this woman, is the real head of the Ye family! !

"Either go to aid Tibet, or go to Australia, you choose one." Ye Ziqing looked down at the kneeling man with cold eyes. Probably no one would have thought that she was so cruel to her family.

family? Except for Ye Guoan, no one in the Ye family is her family. They fear her, fear her, depend on her, and yearn for her.

I wish she would die outside, but I would have to rely on the power she gained through many bloody events to dominate.

family?

Ha ha.