In full view of everyone, Song Xiang walked up to Yan Zhenzhen, took out a tissue, and wiped her tears with his own hands.
"I shouldn't have come, but I caused trouble instead. After all, they belong to the Yan family, and I am an outsider. Mr. Yan gave his daughter to me because he thinks highly of me."
"Listen, this kid is so sensible." The "third aunt" who met at the door spoke first and praised Song Xiang.
The atmosphere relaxed instantly.
Yan Han's face was still cold, and Yan Zhenting had no intention of letting go.
Song Xiang returned to his seat, poured himself a glass of wine, poured another glass for Yan Han, and then pulled Yan Han together without changing his expression.
"Mr. Yan, don't be surprised. He has no intention of getting serious with you."
With that said, he drank an empty glass first.
Yan Zhenting's face softened slightly, but he didn't say anything soft.
Song Xiang pushed Yan Han with his elbow. Yan Han relaxed his brows and finally lowered his head without saying a word. He walked over and poured the old man wine.
"grandfather."
He only yelled once, which was considered as a sign of submission.
Yan Zhenting finally reacted, picked up the wine glass, and the grandfather and grandson touched each other lightly.
Song Xiang breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"What position are you going to give Zhenzhenpai?"
As soon as he finished his drink, the old man asked again.
Song Xiang lowered his head and calmly helped Yan Han fill a bowl of steamed eggs, letting him get rid of the alcohol smell.
At the same time, she said: "My secretary, what do you think?"
Yan Zhenting frowned.
"It's not that I don't want to give her an important position, it's mainly because of her health. I take her with me and take good care of her in everything." Song Xiang said with a smile.
These words were beautiful enough and his attitude was low enough. Yan Zhenting would be bullying the juniors if he showed any more shame.
"You can figure it out yourself."
This is considered a pass.
Song Xiang cursed a string of curse words in his heart, lowered his head and ate hard.
The atmosphere on the table calmed down, and cups and glasses began to be changed again.
After three rounds of drinking, the old man went back to the main house to rest, and everyone relaxed a little.
Song Xiang was so angry that she had a headache. She wanted to go out for a breath of air midway. Yan Han wanted to accompany her, but she refused.
You can't stand behind him forever.
She went out alone, blew in the breeze in the yard, walked to the back of the flower garden and saw a bench, and sat down directly.
After a while, she vaguely heard the soft tapping of a cane. She was startled and immediately opened her eyes.
Sure enough, Yan Zhenting was standing not far away.
She quickly stood up and offered her seat to the old man.
Yan Zhenting sat down on the chair and glanced at her at the same time, "Sit."
Song Xiang didn't hesitate and sat down calmly.
"You handled it very well just now this morning," the old man said suddenly.
Song Xiang nodded slightly, "That's what I should do."
Yan Zhenting glanced at her and said, "Girl, to tell you the truth, if you were born a little taller, I would have hosted a banquet for Xiao Yan to marry you."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "With his ability, he doesn't necessarily need a strong marriage."
The old man suddenly laughed and said in a teasing tone, "Do you think what I care about is that you can't help Xiao Yan?"
"Isn't it?"
"You underestimate the Yan family too much. At this position, the Yan family does not need any marriage to stabilize its position."
"Then why?"
"What I look down upon is your background, vision, knowledge, and learning ability."
Song Xiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the edge of her clothes, and the words she was about to say were stuck in her throat.
Yan Zhenting continued: "Your origin determines your perspective on the world."