When she was ten years old, Song Yurong bought her a poodle as a birthday gift.

But Fang Yan didn't like the dog and found it too noisy, so he asked someone to throw the dog away the next day.

When she was thirteen years old, her grandma passed away from a serious illness, and she never even saw her for the last time.

The reason is that Fang Yan listened to the fortune teller's slander, saying that she had a conflict with the old man's fate.

At the age of eighteen, Fang Yan tore up the only photo of her mother.

On the day he married into the Zhou family, Fang Ziqin said to him: "I married Zhou Zhan not for your Fang Yan's face, but for the Fang family's face."

"sister……"

"Ziqin..."

The moment they saw her, mother and son almost spoke in unison.

Song Yurong got up from the ground, with a worried look on her face: "Why are you back?"

"I'll come back and have a look."

Fang Ziqin looked at her. Although her face could not withstand the traces of time, it was quite beautiful, and she felt both hatred and pity in her heart.

"Aunt Song, you are good at everything, you are gentle and considerate, dignified and virtuous. The only bad thing about you is that you are too weak-tempered and don't know how to resist."

She murmured, staring at Fang Yan unblinkingly, with a sarcastic look on her face.

Hearing this, Fang Yan did not speak.

He just raised his somewhat weathered face and glanced at her.

Fang Ziqin smiled and asked: "Dad, am I right?"

Fang Yan swallowed with difficulty, turned his eyes away, and threw the whip to the ground.

He said: "Now that I'm back, I'll leave after dinner."

All in all, she has not been back to this home for more than three months.

On the day he returned from Yecheng, Fang Ziqin wanted to come back first, but was delayed by Fang Junsheng's hospitalization on the way.

As a step-wife and step-mother, Song Yurong saw this and felt uncomfortable in her heart.

After living under the same roof for so many years, she understands best that the relationship between father and daughter cannot be resolved.

And no one is willing to take that step first and give the other a step down.

When Fang Yan walked away, Fang Ziqin hugged Song Yurong and said, "Aunt Song, are you okay?"

"Ziqin, I'm fine, but your dad..."

"What's wrong with him?"

Song Yurong looked unhappy and hesitated: "Several big clients that the company cooperates with have frequently withdrawn their capital in the past few days. I suspect that Ji Jiacheng did this. Your father won't let me tell you."

Fang Junsheng wiped away the tears on his face with a slap, gritted his teeth and said, "That's him, there is no one else but him."

At the beginning, more than half of the company's customers chose to cooperate because of Zhou Zhan's reputation.

Ji Jiacheng is also Zhou Zhan's nephew, so those who are protected by the Zhou family will naturally give him face.

From this point of view, it is indeed correct.

Besides, only Ji Jiacheng had the motive to do this.

"Don't get angry with your dad. He's a sharp-tongued person and speaks harsh words, but he still cares about you in his heart." Song Yurong pursed her eyes with mist.

Fang Ziqin gradually lost the indifference in his eyes.

After being indifferent for several seconds, she said in a calm voice: "Aunt Song, don't excuse him."

"No matter what, our family cannot be separated."

After dinner, Fang Zi took a taxi back to the hotel. On the way, she opened the WeChat group.

Click on Jijiacheng’s WeChat account and select Add.

The other party agreed quickly, almost subconsciously, in less than two seconds.

"Hello, little aunt." She added a lewd smile after her words.

Fang Ziqin ignored his teasing and typed two words: "Where?"

"Imperial City Club, 919."

Ji Jiacheng seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and directly reported the room number.
Chapter completed!