Rong Boye fell down on his seat, emptied his soul, and thought about it carefully.
After Nan Qing was buried, he cleaned up everything and read all the information on the year of production. There were no problems.
The child was indeed breathless at birth, and it was not man-made.
Moreover, during the pregnancy in Nanqing, he had already prepared that the child would be stillborn. The doctor had already explained that the survival rate was at most 12/10.
Until Nan Qing died, he thought he could leave him a child, but he remained on the operating table forever.
Song Xiang is his and Nan Qing's child.
He opened his mouth with difficulty and took a breath in. He could no longer control himself and his hands were trembling.
Too many emotions came over me just now, and they all covered up the joy.
Suddenly calm, ecstasy appears.
Stand up and walk out numbly.
"Prepare the car."
Rong Zhe knew his intention and immediately stopped him, "Sir, we can't go now."
Rong Boye raised his eyes with sinister eyes, "She is my daughter!"
Rong Zhe sighed, "You go to Miss Song now and tell her everything. Will she accept it?"
"If you don't accept it, she is also my and Nannan's child."
I have never been a father, so my emotions are clumsy and stiff.
"Maybe you should consider something else."
Rong Boye was silent.
"Ji Mingli is dead, but he has managed your industry for many years, and his influence has penetrated into all levels. You are not in good health, and many people are eyeing your position. Now go and get a biological daughter back, and let those people wait for your death.
what to do?"
"Don't even think about it!"
Forget it in the past, he has lost all hope and can leave his money to anyone.
It's different now, he has a daughter.
"Even if you want to admit it, you have to have a foolproof plan. You have to cheer up first, seize the scattered authority, and then take the lady home, otherwise... you will be a living target for those people!"
Dead silence.
Rong Boye turned around and held the bookshelf with one hand.
Rong Zhe was right, it wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, it was just that there were too many things filling his chest and he had no time to think about it.
"she……"
"Excellent." Rong Zhe accepted his words, "Even without you and your wife, she still works very hard."
Very hard...
Three simple words made the eyes of a man who has been determined to kill all his life swell.
He remembered the first time he met Song Xiang, she carefully called him Mr. Rong.
If you treat her a little bit well, she will keep thanking you.
Tears slid down his cheeks, and he was shocked to realize that he was also crying.
When Nan Qing died, he was so devastated that he couldn't even shed tears.
Now, suddenly knowing that I have a daughter, I actually shed tears.
Happy, distressed, complicated and difficult to describe.
Avoiding Rong Zhe, he turned back to the table, took out the pile of information and started flipping through it from the beginning.
Among them is a photo of Song Xiang, who is small and standing among a group of students, looking very out of place.
Two pigtails were tied crookedly, but there was a smile on her face.
"go……"
He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"What do you want to do?"
Rong Boye frowned and lowered his head to collect his emotions, "Compile the data from the past twenty years and bring all the situations in front of me."
Rong Zhe was delighted. In all these years, he had never seen his husband look so cheerful.
"Don't worry, I'll be ready right away."
"Also." Rong Boye raised his head, "Be more discreet. Not only should you pay attention to the Ji family, but other people should also find out."