When He Qianshan drove to the company, Fu Heng was nervously waiting at the door of the office, looking extremely conflicted. He was afraid that someone inside was tearing the place apart, but he didn't dare to go in and stop them.
Seeing He Qianshan coming in from the company entrance from afar, he quickly stepped forward with an expression on the verge of crying, "Boss, Mr. Song's son is inside smashing things!"
Song Yaozu?
He Qianshan frowned slightly. Fu Heng had reminded him last time that Song Yaozu was about to be released from prison.
In the past month, he had been busy accompanying Wu Pengpeng and hadn't been to the company. He knew nothing about Song Yaozu's release.
Of course, it didn't really matter to him whether he knew or not.
"I see." He waved his hand at Fu Heng, signaling him not to follow, and walked towards the office alone.
As he approached the office door, he faintly heard the sound of something shattering. It seemed that someone was indeed smashing things inside.
Without hesitation, He Qianshan pushed the door open and saw all four members of the Song Jiancheng family in his office.
Song Jiancheng was sitting on the sofa, sipping tea and swiping his phone. Mrs. Song was sitting beside him, grimacing as she reapplied her makeup. Song Feifei was having a voice chat with someone, and Song Yaozu was rummaging through his desk.
None of them seemed normal.
The whole family was there.
The office was in a complete mess. The floor was littered with porcelain shards and scattered documents.
He Qianshan couldn't help but frown. Were these people in the Song family like Huskies?
Each of them was better than the other at wrecking the place.
He stepped around the mess and walked up to the sofa. Gently greeting them with a calm expression, "Uncle Song, Aunt Song."
His gaze casually swept over Song Yaozu, and his voice was completely devoid of emotion, "You're out?"
He used the word "out" instead of "back", which made Song Yaozu feel humiliated. His face immediately darkened, and he said sardonically, "What? Does Boss He want me to die in prison?"
He Qianshan glanced at Song Yaozu. There was still a trace of his youthful recklessness and fierceness.
It seemed that the seven - year prison sentence hadn't made him grow much.
He Qianshan pulled out a chair and sat down. He calmly met Song Yaozu's gaze, a faint smile in his eyes, "Look at what you're saying. It was the judge who convicted you, not me."
The implication was that he deserved his punishment.
Song Yaozu was silently rebuffed by him and couldn't find a comeback for a long time.
He Qianshan stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to Song Jiancheng, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement, "Uncle Song, you've brought Aunt Song and my younger siblings here today. What can I do for you?"
Song Jiancheng had been in a power struggle with He Qianshan for many years. Deep down, he was actually a bit afraid of his nephew, especially when He Qianshan smiled like this. It always made people feel uneasy.
"I'm here to take back what belongs to me!" Before Song Jiancheng could say anything, Song Yaozu jumped in.
He had been back for a while and was fully prepared to fight He Qianshan to the end.
Hearing this, He Qianshan turned his head and saw Song Yaozu glaring at him fiercely.
The seven - year prison life had given this brainless younger brother a hint of a desperado's fierceness.
An ordinary person would surely be intimidated by him and let him have his way.
But He Qianshan was no ordinary person. He was a ghost who had crawled out of hell.
It was only because of that person that he started to become human again.
If they insisted on provoking him, he would teach them a lesson they'd never forget, showing them that "pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth leads to a one - way trip".
He Qianshan turned his head and looked at Song Yaozu with a half - smile, his voice as calm as if chatting with an old friend, "What is it that belongs to you?"
Song Yaozu got angry at his calm demeanor and snapped, "The Song Group is our family's business, not your private property!"
He Qianshan wasn't annoyed. His voice remained calm, "But if it weren't for me, the Song Group would have gone bankrupt seven years ago because of you."
Back then, Song Yaozu's "hit - and - run while drunk driving" incident almost brought the Song Group to its knees. It was really He Qianshan's decisive actions that saved the company.
But it had cost him seven years of his freedom!
Thinking about the suffering he had endured in prison for those seven years, Song Yaozu wished he could skin He Qianshan alive.
"You're talking nonsense! Even without you, our Song family business would have been fine. As for you," he sized He Qianshan up and down with a sneering look, "you almost ruined the Song family's century - old business for a woman."
When He Qianshan saw the hint of fierceness in Song Yaozu's eyes when he mentioned Wu Pengpeng, his face darkened, "I'm in charge of the Song Group. It's not your place to comment!"
Back then, the old lady had a sudden illness and passed away without leaving any instructions. The only thing was a will she had made when He Qianshan took over the Song Group, stating that the company was to be fully entrusted to He Qianshan.
From a legal perspective, this family really had no standing to take back anything. If He Qianshan didn't show mercy, he might just kick them out.
Just thinking about the possibility of losing her carefree life as a princess, Song Feifei couldn't sit still anymore, "Big brother, that's a bit too much, isn't it? The Song Group is the business left by our grandparents. My brother and I also have the right..."
Before she could finish, she saw He Qianshan's cold gaze sweep over her, and the words got stuck in her throat.
He Qianshan's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he calmly said, "Are you here to stir things up too?"
Song Feifei felt a chill run down her spine. She timidly called out "Big brother" and lowered her head, not daring to say another word.
She had always been afraid of this big brother and never dared to get close to him.
It was only a year ago that their relationship had slightly improved.
At that time, her affair with Zhou Tongsheng had been exposed, and it had become a huge online scandal. She was extremely scared, afraid of being harassed and insulted by angry netizens.
That afternoon, she came to the company to ask her father to delete the news. When she pushed the door open, He Qianshan happened to be coming out of the office. Seeing her from afar, he was slightly stunned for a moment, then walked over expressionlessly and calmly said, "You're a girl from the Song family. You don't need to degrade yourself like this. I'll take care of this. Don't do such stupid things again."
Sure enough, the incident had faded away. As the scandal's leading lady, she had actually managed to escape unscathed.
She had never understood why He Qianshan had helped her until a month ago when Song Yaozu discovered that He Qianshan had used the Song family's influence to search the mountains to save Wu Pengpeng. She had looked up Wu Pengpeng's information online and finally understood.
It turned out that when she came to the company that day, she was wearing the same clothes as Wu Pengpeng.
Because of a piece of clothing, out of love for one, he had extended kindness to another and protected her reputation.
Seeing that Song Feifei had backed down, He Qianshan lost his patience to deal with them any longer.
His gaze swept over the four of them and finally landed on Song Jiancheng.
"Since we're all family, I might as well be straightforward. According to the will Grandma made back then, the Song Group has nothing to do with any of you here."
He deliberately paused for a moment. As expected, he saw a variety of expressions on their faces. Just when their psychological defenses were about to crumble, he slowly continued, "However, if you behave yourselves, I'll, out of respect for Grandma, ensure that your family has enough to live on for the rest of your lives."
This was a typical case of "hitting someone with a stick and then offering a carrot". Song Yaozu immediately refused, but was stopped by a look from Song Jiancheng.
He Qianshan noticed their little exchange but pretended not to see it.
He took out his phone and was about to send a message to Wu Pengpeng when her message came in first.
She sent a cute emoji first, followed by a text message.
"Do you want to have dinner together tonight?"
When He Qianshan saw her message, the hostility that had been weighing on his chest instantly disappeared. He couldn't help but smile.
"Sure," he typed with a gentler touch than usual, "See you tonight, girlfriend."
When Wu Pengpeng saw the word "girlfriend" in the chat box, her cheeks flushed, and she broke into a wide smile.
She covered her face and giggled for a while. Just as she was about to reply to his message, she heard a commotion outside the door.