Quick Wear: Why did the male protagonist fall in love with the vicious villain again?

The Song family's ancestral home.

Before the car to pick up Fu Guiyan arrived at the door, a group of people were already standing outside the gate of the ancestral home.

The leader was an old man with silver hair and wrinkles all over his face, but his eyes were bright and lively. He stood with his back straight and looked forward with his hands behind his back.

Song Qianan glanced at the quiet road ahead, walked over to the old man and gently advised: "Grandpa, why don't you go in and sit for a while? I'll help you watch here, and I'll definitely call you the first time someone comes."

The old man didn't even look at him, just shook his head and looked straight at the road ahead.

Song Qian'an stepped back without changing his expression, but some people behind him had different expressions.

The old man usually loves his grandson Song Qian'an the most, and this is the first time he has not given Song Qian'an face.

Song Xin, who came back a day earlier, looked a little unhappy.

She stood at the back of the crowd, her heart beating like a drum, but she tried to remain calm.

Fortunately, she listened to Qi'an and didn't complain first. Given her grandfather's current attitude towards that person, she would definitely not get away with it.

Suddenly, the sound of rolling wheels came from the distance.

Everyone looked forward, and many were curious about this mysterious grandson.

The old man in front was obviously much more nervous and his face was serious.

The car stopped.

A thin boy got out from the back seat, wearing only an ordinary black jacket and black pants, and walked towards them with Song Wen.

Many eyes were looking at him, and as they got closer, they could see the boy's superior appearance. His facial features were sharp and angular, but his expression was cold, and there was no trace of the excitement that ordinary people would have when recognizing their relatives.

The boy stood in front of Mr. Song.

Song Wen introduced: "Gui Yan, this is your grandfather."

Fu Guiyan said nothing, just stared at the solemn old man in front of him in silence.

Mr. Song looked at him solemnly for a long time, and finally broke the silence.

"It's her child."

Everyone noticed the old man's attitude and immediately came forward to greet him enthusiastically.

"Gui Yan, I'm your uncle, you've grown so tall."

"Xiao Yan, I'm your aunt. My child is about your age. We can play together in the future."

"Return the Inkstone..."

"..."

Although it was the first time we met, everyone's attitude was warm and friendly.

Mr. Song coughed lightly, and the enthusiasm of the crowd subsided slightly.

Old Master Song turned and walked towards the gate, and before turning around he glanced at Fu Guiyan.

Song Wen understood what the old man meant and gently pushed Fu Guiyan: "Go in."

"..."

Fu Guiyan didn't move. Song Wen thought he was nervous: "It's okay, just go in and sit for a while."

"Yes, go in quickly, the old man is still waiting for you."

"Let's go, Gui Yan is not familiar with this place, let's take him in."

"Yes, Gui Yan, come quickly."

The group of people around him directly surrounded Fu Guiyan and led him into the house regardless of his attitude.

In the main hall.

Everyone took their seats, and only the seat next to Old Man Song was empty. Song Wen signaled Fu Guiyan with his eyes to let him sit over there.

Fu Guiyan took a look, then walked a few steps and sat on the right side.

Song Qi, who came in last, settled down before sitting calmly on the left hand side of old man Song.

Many people were secretly exchanging glances, but Mr. Song did not express his opinion, as if he had agreed to sit down.

At this time, a man rushed in: "Dad! Where is Xiaoying's child?!"

Old Master Song tapped his cane, somewhat dissatisfied: "You are so impatient, act like an elder!"

When Song Feng saw the strange boy next to the old man, he burst into tears: "Child, I am your uncle!"

Fu Guiyan: "..."

Song Xin: “…”

She felt more and more unsure. How could her own father be like this? If her father knew that she almost dug out Fu Guiyan's heart, wouldn't it be...

But it’s no wonder that Song Xin didn’t know.

Everyone of the older generation knew that Mr. Song had four children. The first three were sons, and then he had a daughter when he was old. He spoiled Song Ying like a jewel in his palm, and the three brothers loved their only sister very much.

But something unexpected happened later, and everyone was silenced, so that the younger generation hardly knew that such a person existed.

Song Feng was crying and was about to hug Fu Guiyan. Song Wen had no choice but to come over and drag his brother away. Song Feng and Song Wen hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Old Master Song shook his head. He really couldn't bear to look at his eldest son. He looked at Fu Guiyan with a stern face, pointed at Song Qian'an on his left hand, and said in a deep voice: "This is your third uncle's child."

My third uncle died of illness in his early years, and his only son, Song Qian'an, was raised by Grandpa Song since childhood.

Song Qianan smiled slightly and nodded at him: "Hello, my name is Song Qianan, welcome back to the Song family."

Fu Guiyan glanced at him and said nothing.

Although Song Qian'an looked friendly on the surface, there was a hint of contempt beneath his smile.

Mr. Song coughed twice and spoke slowly.

"You will live here from now on. Do whatever you want to do. When you are not busy at university, come and work for the group."

The people around were immediately in an uproar.

Mr. Song's casual arrangement is an opportunity that everyone in the Song family is eager to take.

The rule of the Song family is to only look at ability and not relationships. Unlike other family businesses, Mr. Song would restrict his own family members from entering the group headquarters.

He firmly believed that a family business filled only with blood would not have long-term development, so if the Song family wanted to join the group, they must have sufficient capabilities.

If you don't have enough ability, you can only make money from the industries surrounding the Song family.

Even Song Qian'an had to pass an assessment before joining the group, but the old man directly let this child who had just become an adult into the group without any threshold.

There was a commotion among the people below, but no one dared to speak rashly.

Mr. Song has the final say and no one can stop his decision.

And his words show that Fu Guiyan's status in the Song family will only be higher in the future.

The future leader of the Song Group...

Many people's eyes wandered over Song Qian'an and Fu Guiyan.

However, Mr. Song's next words were like a thunderbolt on the turbulent water surface.

"Song Wen, make arrangements tomorrow to transfer Ying'er's 30% stake to her child."

"30%!"

Many people couldn't sit still.

30% of the shares, that’s a joke.

The old man has been fair and impartial for many years, but now he is biased, like a flood.

Song Wen and Song Feng looked normal and did not react too much. They both thought this was a very normal thing.

However, Song Qian'an's smile could no longer be maintained.

Even he only has 3% of the shares...

A sharp female voice came out impatiently.

"Grandpa, he's just your grandson! Why does he deserve so many shares?"

When Song Feng saw that it was his daughter, he glared at her and said, "Shut up!"

Song Xin was full of resentment: "Why didn't your grandson give so much..."

"Sister Xinxin."

Song Qian glanced at her and shook his head slightly.

Song Xin then realized that she had violated the rules in a moment of haste. She didn't dare to look up again, but closed her mouth tightly and kept quiet.