The night of rebirth is seductive [entertainment circle]

"Wen Zhe..." Mrs. Song whispered.

Song Wenzhe looked at his parents in disbelief, "Dad, Mom... Is what you said true? Kuang Mu is the child of father and aunt? My brother?"

Song Junhao tidied up the skirts that had been ripped apart by Mrs. Song, and said solemnly and calmly: "Wen Zhe, Ah Mu is your biological brother, you must respect him from now on."

"Impossible!" Song Wenzhe yelled: "That ruffian almost killed me again and again! What kind of thing is he? Why should he be my brother?"

"Ah Mu hurts you every time you take the initiative to provoke him. Believe it or not, he is the real Song Wenli, my son, your brother!" Song Junhao frowned, originally he was apologetic to the two mother and son, But their attitude towards Shepherd Kuang made him feel apologetic, so he went on to say: "Since you heard it, I will announce something while both of you are here. I have been thinking about this matter, and now I have decided that in the near future, I will let Ah Mu recognize his ancestors and return to his clan, and then arrange him to enter Shengxing, which is the same as Wenzhe. Ah Mu has no experience in managing companies, so I will let Ah Zhong follow him to assist him for a period of time. In terms of work, Wen Zhe, you should cooperate with him more."

Song Wenzhe was furious: "Why is that ruffian sitting on an equal footing with me?!"

"He's your brother!"

"Even if he's really from the Song family, he's just a bastard! Why should he enter Shengxing? Why should he be the young master of the Song family?"

Song Junhao said in a deep voice: "If you don't like Amu entering Shengxing, and Amu being the young master of the Song family, then you can choose to leave Shengxing and the Song family."

These words made the last trace of blood disappear from Mrs. Song's face, and she murmured in a daze, "I know they want to take everything from me... She asked his son to come back and take everything from me..."

Song Wenzhe's face was flushed red, and his anger was like a bomb about to explode in his body. He nodded and said, "Okay! I'll go!" After saying that, he kicked the door hard, turned around and ran away.

"Wen Zhe! Wen Zhe!" Mrs. Song stumbled up from the sofa and chased out of the study.

The study room fell silent again, and all human voices disappeared, except for the echo of Song Wenzhe's kick on the door just now, floating in the cold air.

Song Junhao suddenly felt very tired, came to the desk with a cane, sat down on the swivel chair, leaned back in the armchair and closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt two fingers gently massaging his temples, and the faint fragrance in his nostrils was soft and clear.Song Junhao seemed to have returned to the past, holding that hand and calling softly: "Ah Ci..."

He opened his eyes, and Hu Qiu's calm and gentle face was reflected in his eyes.

Hu Qiu said softly: "Master is tired, I will give you a massage to make your mind feel better."

Song Junhao let go of her hand, allowing her to continue massaging his acupuncture points, and asked, "What about them?"

"The young master ran out of the house. When the madam chased him out, the young master had already driven the car out of the garage. The madam locked herself in the room now, and no one was seen." Hu Qiu replied.

Song Junhao let out a deep sigh.

Hu Qiu said: "Sir, don't think about these things, your body is the most important thing."

Her fingers were slender and soft, with moderate strength, so that Song Junhao really didn't have the heart to think about these messy things.Song Junhao's eyes fell on Hu Qiu's face, and Hu Qiu smiled at him. Even at this age, her smile is still beautiful.

In her comfortable massage and clear eyes, Song Junhao seemed to see the shadow of another person through her...

The next afternoon, Song Junhao didn't tell anyone, and asked the driver to drive him to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city alone.

Wen Ci was not buried in a luxurious cemetery dedicated to the rich after her death, this was her last words in her suicide note.She said that she has committed too many sins in this life, and her son has been taken by the heavens to pay off the debt. She hopes that doing so can alleviate some of her sins, so that she can easily be a clean person in the next life.

Wen Ci died with a sense of guilt, and she couldn't escape until the last moment.

The cemetery was very quiet. Song Junhao put flowers in front of the tombstone, and while holding a cane, he silently looked at the gentle photo on the tombstone. From that soft smile, he saw pain and sorrow.

Even though Song Junhao already knew that he was the culprit for all these misfortunes, but now facing Wen Ci's silent black and white photo, for the first time, he hated the frivolous and irresponsible self when he was young so much!

It was the time when the snow was melting, and the weather was very cold. Song Junhao stood in the cold air and accompanied Wen Ci alone for a long time.

Finally, after sighing, he turned and left.

A familiar figure was walking from another row of tombstones, and it seemed that he had just finished worshiping.

Tall and strong body, handsome and deep facial features, blending the shadows of him and his beloved woman.Song Junhao's heart was filled with joy and pain at that moment. He was grateful to God, after he had hurt so many people, he still gave him a chance to meet his child in this life.

Shepherd Kuang was surprised when he saw Song Junhao, and quickly walked over to say hello: "Mr. Song, why are you here?"

Song Junhao said: "I'm here to pay homage to my wife."

Shepherd Kuang had met Mrs. Song, and had never heard that Song Junhao had remarried, but he didn't bother to ask.

Song Junhao asked him: "Are you here to pay homage to someone?"

"My adoptive father." Shepherd Kuang said.

Song Junhao knew he was talking about Zhang Long.He investigated Kuang Shepherd's past very clearly. He knew how he was sold to traffickers by Kuang Nanfeng and Jiang Jinglan, and then transferred to a drunkard by the traffickers, and how he met Zhang Long and joined the Nilong Gang.

He is very distressed, his children have suffered so much because they have been living outside these years.

Song Junhao walked slowly with a cane, and Shepherd Kuang accompanied him, and the two walked along a tree-lined path to the entrance of the cemetery.

Song Junhao asked Shepherd Kuang, "Is your adoptive father treating you well?"

"Very good." Shepherd Kuang remembered Zhang Longyu's days in the Nilong Gang, and added: "Uncle Long is like my biological father."

Song Junhao's heart skipped a beat, and he looked over to Shepherd Kuang.

Shepherd Kuang misunderstood, and simply explained: "I was sold to human traffickers by my biological parents when I was very young. The person who bought me was an alcoholic. After that person passed away, Uncle Long rescued me and took care of me."

Song Junhao said: "Do you hate your father?"

Shepherd Kuang's expression became gloomy, and after a few seconds he replied with one word: "Hate."

Song Junhao has lived for nearly 60 years, and has never been so nervous. He tried his best to look calm: "Maybe your father didn't abandon you on purpose."

"What's the difference? In fact, he abandoned me and hasn't looked for me for so many years." Shepherd Kuang said coldly.

Song Junhao said silently in his heart: "That's because he doesn't know your existence."

He didn't say this, but changed the subject: "It's getting late, let's have lunch together."

Kuang Muren said: "Excuse me, Mr. Song, I have an appointment."

Song Junhao noticed his instantly softened eyes and the unconcealable smile in his eyes, and guessed: "Is it Mr. Qin?"

Shepherd Kuang didn't answer or deny it, but the smile on his face became more obvious.

Song Junhao said with a smile: "Call Mr. Qin to have lunch together. I have always wanted to formally apologize to Wen Zhe for his harassment, but I have never had the chance."

Shepherd Kuang was a little confused. In fact, it was not only Qin Ziye and Lu Dongyan who felt that Song Junhao was too kind to him, but he himself felt the most intuitively and clearly.Song Junhao's kindness to him has long gone beyond the scope of the employees or the juniors he admired, and even extended to Qin Ziye.

Kuang Muren said: "Mr. Song, can I ask you a question?"

"You ask."

"How did you know I almost got into a car accident the night before yesterday?"

Song Junhao didn't answer him right away, his eyes moved as if thinking about something, and then he said, "Your assistant called you that night, did you tell him that you were injured and were buying medicine?"

"……Yes."

"I called Crown Crown's office. He answered the call, and he told me." Song Junhao said.

This explanation sounds reasonable, but the doubts in Shepherd Kuang's heart have not disappeared.Song Junhao once again asked him to help invite Qin Ziye to have lunch, and Shepherd Kuang took out his mobile phone.

Qin Ziye went to the TV station to record a program early in the morning, and when Kuang Muren called, he had just finished recording.The signal in the dressing room was not very good, so he asked Yang Jing to take the wood to the car first, then pushed open the door of the stairwell next to the dressing room and went to the stairway to listen.

Qin Ziye was very surprised that Song Junhao invited him to lunch, but Song Junhao was the boss of Shepherd Kuang after all, and shepherd Kuang was also present, so Qin Ziye agreed.

Shepherd Kuang will come to pick up Qin Ziye with Song Junhao later, and after making an appointment, Qin Ziye called Yang Jing again and asked him to send the wood home without waiting for him.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Ziye suddenly felt that the stairwell was very cold and quiet. He held on to the doorknob and was about to go out when the faint sound of heavy footsteps could be heard in his ears.

The footsteps were very slow, as if someone was walking down the stairs step by step.For some reason, the sound of footsteps made Qin Ziye feel eerie. He opened the door and went out, just in time to meet two TV station staff.

The staff asked him what was wrong, Qin Ziye shook his head, and said again: "There seems to be someone in the stairwell."

The two staff members looked at each other. There was an elevator in the building, and few people took the stairs on high floors. Moreover, the lights in the stairwell were broken in the past two days.

The two staff members went into the stairwell with Qin Ziye and waited for 2 minutes. No one came down or went up the stairs, and the footsteps disappeared completely.

Qin Ziye thought that maybe someone really went up or down the stairs just now, and they have gone far away now.He apologized and thanked the two staff members in embarrassment, went back to the dressing room, took the handbag and took the elevator downstairs.