Hearing her father say this, Chen Xinrao hesitated a little, and Chen's mother saw that she didn't need to borrow money, so she hurriedly persuaded:

"Your father has won such a big case this time, if our family can successfully complete it, we will be able to get rid of the prejudice of those people...... Besides, your father is not without partners, and he will naturally return it to you when the funds are in place. ”

"Since Dad needs it, then I'll take it out."

After weighing it again and again, Chen Xinrao still compromised, she went upstairs and took down the assets that Old Man Song had given her over the years and put them in front of Chen's father:

"Although I don't know how many there are in total, it should be able to solve your urgent needs, father."

The matter of funds was solved, looking at the well-behaved and sensible daughter in front of him, Father Chen nodded with satisfaction, he took the stack of documents, "When Dad makes money, I will return these to you twice as much as your dowry!" ”

The ambition between Chen's father's eyebrows made Chen Xinrao's heart rise with hope, she looked at her mother, who was also smiling on her face, and nodded heavily.

The First Hospital of City A, Senior Ward.

The dripping dripping dripping in the room, the room was eerily quiet, and a nurse inserted a bouquet of camellia flowers into the vase on the bedside table according to the family's request, and the rich fragrance gradually soaked the whole room.

Song Zhenguo woke up in such a fragrance.

His old, godless eyes focused for a moment, but soon dimmed again, as if thinking about something, and it was a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"Awake?"

A male voice came from the shadow-covered place, which startled Song Zhenguo, and he looked at the source of the sound, it was a vague figure, sitting upright in the shadows, however, Song Zhenguo still recognized who he was.

"Rebel, rebel!"

He scolded in a trembling voice, and then he straightened himself and lay on the bed, panting heavily, this sudden change of events made all the efforts of his first half of his life in vain, and also made his originally tough body turn sharply.

"Today, when my father is lying in bed like this, do you have any regrets?"

Song Bingjue didn't feel the slightest feeling about his words, he stood up and stood beside the bed, he looked at the old man who had old spots on his face and was short of breath, with all kinds of complex emotions of pity and ridicule in his eyes.

"The only thing I regret is that I gave birth to you!"

The person in front of him, who was still his own flesh and blood, actually teamed up with outsiders to deal with him, and made him completely lose face in front of so many people, Song Zhenguo felt the urge to vomit blood whenever he thought that those people didn't know how to talk about him behind his back:

"The sheep have the act of kneeling and suckling, and the crow still knows how to feed back...... You beast only knows how to calculate your father! What sins has I created, what sin has I created! ”

Seeing him struggling to pound the bed in front of him to show his anger, Song Bingjue didn't have a superfluous expression, he just picked up the camellia inserted by the nurse with one hand, Song Zhenguo's eyes followed him, and naturally saw his actions, he was shocked, and couldn't help but tremble:

"It's all pushed me to this point, are you still thinking about how to kill me? Song Bingjue, you are really ruthless! ”

"What is Father thinking?"

Glancing lightly at the frightened Song Zhenguo, Song Bingjue picked a camellia and sent it to Song Zhenguo, so that he could see the flower in his hand clearly, and then said:

"I just thought that this camellia is my mother's favorite flower, and my father and mother have a deep love for flounder, and I believe you must know better than me."

"Don't mention that woman to me!"

Using all the strength in his body to knock the camellia down in front of him, Song Zhenguo couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought of the word "Song Qing":

"I really poured eight lifetimes of mold before I met a femme fatale like Song Qing! If you die, you won't be able to live, and you will count me! ”

"Yes, I was amazed when I took these things from my mother's hand, how did she, a woman who doesn't leave the door, do all this quietly? Or how did she come up with this decision? ”

Song Bingjue's eyes also had deep doubts, he directly ignored the "patient" who gritted his teeth and had an extremely hideous facial expression, and said to himself:

"I thought she would endure it for the rest of her life."

Trying his best to slap the bed, trying to shut up Song Bingjue, Song Zhenguo's old eyes were stunned, staring at this son who was simply an enemy:

"Closed ...... Shut up, shut up! ”

"How can I shut up? At this time, I want to help my father review your family history and help you calculate whether you have lost or earned over the years. ”

Regarding Song Zhenguo's actions, Song Bingjue expected everything, he looked at this extremely arrogant man at this time, and sneered:

"Speaking of which, I should call you Zhao Zhenguo."

“！”

Staring at him, Song Zhenguo couldn't say anything more to refute this son who called him powerless, he just stared at him deadly, using this way to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Zhao Zhenguo, born in a small town, your family background is in the middle of the small town, after hard work, you won the first chance to change your fate - admitted to a good university."

As if reading character comments, Song Bingjue said to the man lying on the hospital bed, he didn't even know that he was interested in reacting, and continued to say:

"In college, your self-esteem as a person from a small place was hit strongly, and your original advantages no longer existed, so you studied harder and got the opportunity to enter the Song Group for an internship."

……

Perhaps because he knew that he couldn't shut him up, Song Zhenguo was silent and panting, listening to him talk about the first half of his life one by one, and he gradually fell into calm and reminiscence.

I thought I was the pride of the sky, but in fact, I found that such pride of the sky abounded.

Confident, arrogant, inferior, unconvinced.

Eighteen-year-old Zhao Zhenguo, like every young man who walks out of the town, has an endless yearning for the outside world.

He wore brand-new pull-back galoshes on his feet, and his father gave him 300 yuan a month in pocket money, which was far more than the living expenses of his former high school classmates.

With a sense of pride and superiority, he walked into the eight-person college dormitory, and a boy sitting in the lower bunk, with fashionable long hair and a popular game console in his hand, looked up and saw him enter, and quickly lowered his head again, as if he were an inconsequential figure.

He walked past him and saw the words "made in Japan" on the game console, and felt the gap between the rich and the poor for the first time.

The other roommates arrived one after another, one wearing imported high-end clothes and still showing off the new shoes on his feet; One just unintentionally took out a new phone and asked them for a phone number, while in his pocket lay an outdated machine that his father had bought for him through gritted teeth.

It turns out that many people in the world have a colorful life, but he is the only one who is restricted by the small county town, thinking that what he has is the best.

So he studied hard, tried to learn to emulate the behavior of those "superior people", wrapped himself up with his scholarship, and tried to integrate himself into them.

But it didn't work, the circle of the rich didn't accept him as a person who seemed to be from a small place.

When he complained and felt sorry for himself, a man appeared in his life.

Song Qing.

When he interned in the Song Group during the summer vacation, he hurriedly walked in the corridor with a large stack of documents, he used the mobile phone his father bought for him to tell his roommate that he would not go back tonight, but the next second he bumped into a person, and the high pile of documents was instantly scattered on the ground, he quickly hung up the phone and apologized while cleaning up the documents, and a white hand as jade reached out to his eyes, and he was also helping him collect it.

"It's not your fault, I accidentally bumped into you."

A female voice as crisp as a bell sounded across from him, and he couldn't help but look up, the woman's hair in a light yellow dress was scattered, covering her delicate nose, revealing only a pair of gentle and demure eyebrows, which was very beautiful.

The two worked together, and soon finished sorting the things, and he saw her whole picture clearly:

The eyebrows and eyes are gentle, the face is delicate, and it is also very expensive. The bag she was carrying was worth more than 100 times his internship salary.

He didn't dare to climb such a person, and left after packing up his things.

After graduation, he successfully entered the Song Group to work, compared to the real "city people" with low eyes, he was more careful and bold, had a charter, and won a lot of important cases, and was soon noticed by the old chairman at that time, he transferred him to his side as an assistant, and he came into contact with the core business of the Song Group, and met her again.

At this time, he already knew her identity: the pearl of the Song family's husband and wife, the head of the Song Group, a student at University A, with a gentle personality and approachability, and many suitors in the upper class society of City A.

At that time, he had a girlfriend who was in love, they were each other's first love, but the two were in different places, and they got together less and left more, he had no other thoughts about this rich lady, and when he looked at her, he was also generous and clear-eyed.

But she didn't want to, such a calm attitude made her look at him with blue eyes.

In the face of her overtures, he first refused, and then accepted in silence, but did not exceed the rules, he knew that such a casual attitude could make a girl who had a good impression of him fall in love with him even more obsessively - between the future and love, he had wavered, but in the end he chose a bright future.