Before Song Yutang had time to speak, Jiang Dingkun suddenly slammed the crutch on the ground and roared, "That's enough."
The living room suddenly became quiet.
He slowly stood up, his eyes swept from Chen Ruyin's face to Wu Caixia's face, and finally landed on Jiang Shiya, who pretended to be faint and woke up. "Since you are sick, you should send it to me for treatment. Do you have to take this knife and stab an old bone like me?"
Chen Ruyin and Wu Caixia froze at the same time and opened their mouths, but no words came out.
The bodyguards got the order, stepped forward, set up Jiang Shiya and dragged it outside.
She struggled, cried, and kicked desperately.
But this time, no one cooperated with her performance.
The sound got farther and farther and soon disappeared outside the door.
Song Yutang didn't even look at that scene, turned around and walked upstairs.
When she reached the corner of the stairs, she suddenly stopped and turned her head. "Grandpa, you have seen how Chen Ruyin and Wu Caixia coaxed Wen Jingyan this morning. You have also seen how they have turned against each other and are ruthless now. In their eyes, there are only permanent interests and no permanent friends. You can weigh it yourself."
The expressions of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law changed.
Chen Ruyin forced a smile and tried to argue, "Brother Kun, we didn't mean that..."
Jiang Dingkun glanced at them coldly. "Sinian is your biological grandson and biological son after all. His flesh and blood were killed by Jiang Shiya's car. Is this your attitude?"
Chen Ruyin still wanted to explain, but Jiang Dingkun had already picked up the crutches and walked towards the door without looking back.
After the rickety back disappeared from the door, the smile on Chen Ruyin's face faded little by little, and there was a cold chill in his eyes. "It's really embarrassing for this old guy. He is getting more and more impatient with me."
Wu Caixia leaned over uneasily. "Mom..."
Chen Ruyin raised his hand to interrupt her, with a fierce look in his eyes. "It seems that during this period, Jiang Guoqiang's family has been so proud, and this old guy feels that the blood is his own after all. I want to see, when all his biological children and grandchildren are dead, besides leaving Jiang Group to my son, who else can he leave Jiang Group to?"
When Song Yutang returned to the room, Jiang Muyan was sitting in front of the computer.
She subconsciously glanced at the screen and saw the sinister faces of Wu Caixia and Chen Ruyin. She frowned on the spot. "You dare to be so blatant under the surveillance camera? It seems that the old man is obsessed with it. Even if he knew, he would not do anything to them."
Jiang Muyan slowly took back his hand on the keyboard. "When Wu Caixia was in charge, there was indeed no surveillance in the hall. To be precise, many private areas didn't have them. But now they are all there, I installed them."
Song Yutang couldn't help but look at him. "It is illegal to invade other people's privacy."
Jiang Muyan spread his hands and said confidently, "This is my own home. What's wrong with me installing surveillance cameras in my home to prevent burglars? Even if it goes to court, it is still a legitimate evidence collection."
Song Yutang gave a thumbs up. "You are awesome."
Jiang Muyan's chair turned around and came face to face with her. "Chen Ruyin wants to attack our family."
Song Yutang leaned back on the sofa nonchalantly. "Let's get down then, I'm prepared. But with the old man's partiality, even if the knife cuts on his own son, he won't feel bad."
Jiang Muyan A sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth, and there was no warmth in his eyes. "So, of course, I have to chop him twice. The second bedroom is actually a bit anxious now. If the murderous attack on our family fails, it is very likely that the target will be the old man. After all, in their eyes, our family can only be supported by the old man."
If the old man is gone and there is no one to support you, it will be easy to clean up our family. And as far as I know, although the old man has given our family a lot of things recently, his will has not been changed. If anything happens to him, everything will belong to the second wife..."
Song Yutang has known this for a long time.
It's just that what the old man fears most at this age is death. Just like Emperor Xiaozong of Jing in his later years, he will get anxious with anyone who mentions his death, so she never dared to mention it in front of Jiang Dingkun.
However, as things have developed now, it is time to pierce this layer of window paper.
Song Yutang touched his chin thoughtfully. "Then let's find someone to remind him."
Jiang Muyan:"Looking for a second room?"
Song Yutang: "He has been in a bad mood these past few days, so I just looked for an opportunity to fire those two nurses."
Jiang Muyan reminded her, "Find a decent reason and provide adequate compensation. It's not easy to find a job now, so leave a way for others to survive."
Song Yutang glanced at him. "You are quite kind-hearted."
Jiang Muyan smiled helplessly, "Don't forget, I have worked many jobs since I was a child."
Song Yutang made an OK gesture. "Don't worry, I never push people to a dead end. I'll leave a ray of favor so that we can meet each other easily in the future. Not only will we make arrangements, but we will also pass the blame to the second roommate."
After ten years in the palace, she had mastered the technique of killing someone with a borrowed knife.
Jiang Muyan suddenly put his arms around her waist and brought her into his arms, lowered his head to kiss her, with undisguised approval in his eyes. "My wife is really amazing."
Song Yutang raised his hand to cover his mouth and took half a step back. "Our cooperation is cooperation, don't mix personal feelings. Don't think that if we cooperate with you once, your misunderstanding of me last time will be over."
Jiang Muyan immediately changed his expression, the ends of his eyes drooped slightly, and his voice became a little softer. "Then what are you going to do to not be angry?"
Song Yutang rolled his eyes. "It depends on my mood."
Jiang Muyan hurried over and took out a vanilla ice cream from the refrigerator and handed it to her. "I specially asked for takeout. Will you feel better after eating it?"
Song Yutang took the ice cream and deliberately held his waist and hissed.
Jiang Muyan understood immediately and quickly stepped forward to rub her waist with a diligent and flattering approach.
The two of them had a tacit understanding that one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer.
Wen Jingyan When I woke up, it was already three days later.
At that time, Song Yutang was handling work in the foundation office.
After Dong Ying finished reporting his work, he lowered his voice and said, "According to your previous arrangement, today we will arrange for psychiatrist Sisi to take Zhao Qiqi to the hospital for a prenatal check-up. At the same time, we will try our best to get Li Zifeng. They will meet President Zhao and Du Yu at the door of the reproductive department, and they happen to know that they are doing in vitro fertilization..."
Song Yutang nodded. "Where's the bait?"
Dong Ying: "Don't worry, Li Zifeng is very high-spirited. Just recently, hundreds of thousands have been spent on her."
Song Yutang was a little sad for a moment. "Zhao Qiqi is a wealthy lady who is willing to follow him and make people eat steamed buns every day. She is not willing to spend money on a woman she just met."
Dong Ying said with a smile, "You can't let go of your child, but you can't trap a wolf. Zhao Qiqi lacks love, so the mother and son will PUA her and use love to morally kidnap her. But this lady's character is that of a arrogant rich daughter, so of course some blood must be shed..."
While the two were talking, the servant who was accompanying them in the hospital called and said that Wen Jingyan had woken up.
Whether it is from the perspective of a personal relationship or from the perspective of an actual family leader, Song Yutang should definitely go and see it.
When she arrived, Wen Jingyan was lying on the bed in a daze, with an infusion tube inserted into the back of his hand.
She is also a woman, and Song Yutang actually felt a little distressed when she looked at her like this.
She stepped forward and gently held her hand. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Or is there anything you want to eat?"
Wen Jingyan slowly turned his head and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. After a while, he spoke, "Is the child... gone?"