Minors are usually emotional.
Zhao Xiaole had just cald down, clinging to his father’s neck, but still feeling sowhat wronged, his eyes red and unlikely to clear up today.
Bao Jingshen had planned to comfort him all day today, yet he hadn’t finished soothing him.
The culprits showed their faces again, not just Shen Jiming, but also several Shen Family relatives beside him who had frowned upon Zhao Xiaole before.
Upon seeing Shen Jiming and others, Zhao Xiaole pouted and tears imdiately filled his eyes, burying his head in Bao Jingshen’s shoulder and starting to cry.
It seed today could not be salvaged.
Bao Jingshen was almost driven mad with irritation; not just him, everyone was frustrated.
However, due to saving face and the need for superficial politeness, a direct confrontation was avoided.
Yet, there were those who neither needed to save face nor adhere to superficial politeness.
A tall person with long legs entered through the door, wearing an expression of unapproachable indifference. With his long legs, he took large steps and moved quickly, causing the waiter to promptly greet him.
He paused, quickly looking over, "What’s going on."
His voice was cold with a hint of tallic harshness.
A perfect pair of phoenix eyes sharply directed towards Bao Jingshen, the child’s crying had drawn his focus, and at a glance he recognized a familiar face.
"What?" The waiter, not understanding his query, imdiately responded, "President Song, your dishes are all prepared."
"I didn’t ask about that," his voice still frosty, he gestured with his chin towards the said direction, "What’s happening over there?"
"Er... I’m not so sure," the waiter was rely a waiter, not as familiar with the guests and their grievances as a manager would be.
He frowned, "Alright, bring my dishes, I’m going over to check."
"Okay, President Song, please wait a mont," the waiter said.
"Wuhu..." Zhao Xiaole, clinging to Bao Jingshen’s neck, sobbed miserably.
As if releasing long-suppressed grievances, bearing in mind Zhao Xiaole’s plight, neither Su Lu nor others thought of him as being unreasonable or annoyingly loud.
They just listened to the child’s cries, hearts aching.
The Shen Family relatives indeed, as Zhao Tong had said, wanted to reconnect with Zhao Ying, now smiling and attempting to speak. However, Zhao Ying’s face was stern as she spoke in a lowered voice to Shen Xun, "Handle them, we’re leaving."
Shen Xun nodded.
Shen Family relatives and Shen Jiming, having a similar genteel and confucian deanor, did not feel offended by her remark but maintained a polite smile, "Zhao Ying, don’t be a stranger, after all, we were once family..."
Zhao Ying, with a dark expression, countered, "Those are all ancient, worthless matters."
"No matter how old, you two shared two children together, your na is still in our Shen Family Genealogy!" said a Shen Family relative.
Shen Jiming remained quite silent, the elegantly charming woman by his side, obviously perceiving the identities of Zhao Ying and others, looked quite displeased.
At this mont, before Zhao Ying and Shen Xun could say anything.
A cold voice suddenly erupted from the side, "What nonsense are you talking about? You bunch of old tools blocking the way, claiming relatives out of nowhere? Even a good dog doesn’t block the path, yet here you are, shalessly scaring the child to tears with your old faces?"
In this world, so are hindered by face and politeness. Facing a smiling face, they think of the saying, ’Do not strike a smiling person’, and find it impossible to tear off that mask. But there are also those who don’t care about face or politeness, whether you’re smiling or not. If they say they’ll slap your face, your face will be slapped. The old hands in Jianghu fear these troublemakers.
A random punch can kill a master.
Right now, even if the Shen Family relatives had the thickest skin, and a gentle refined smile that was hard to reject, they were struggling to maintain their composure at the mont.
Because the newcor’s words were just too harsh.
"You!" They wanted to get angry, but when they turned around, they saw that cold handso face. How could they not recognize him? It was that crazy mber of the Song Family, the one who made his parents and brothers utterly miserable.
If his own father and brothers could end up like that because of him, what about these old tools?
They naturally didn’t dare to cause trouble. They could only choke back their anger, their faces turning blue, no longer intent on blocking their way.
They imdiately wanted to leave, but now, leaving wasn’t sothing they could decide anymore.
They were surrounded by several bodyguards, their expressions embarrassed, "President Song, what are you doing?"
With President Song’s financial support safeguarding them, the bodyguards felt there was nothing they dared not do once given an order.
They were old bones now, how could they withstand this? Their faces turned darker.
President Song said coldly, "Did I say you could leave? Stand there."
Shen Family crowd: "..."
President Song turned towards Zhao Xiaole, who was hugging Bo Jingshen’s neck, crying and hiccupping, "Xiaole."
As soon as Zhao Xiaole saw him, he stretched out his arms wanting to be held, "Uncle... uncle... woo... Uncle!"
President Song took the child in his arms, chanically patting his back gently with one hand, while coldly examining the Shen Family mbers.
The Shen Family mbers exchanged looks, shock in their eyes.
What was going on? Shen Jiming’s daughter, who he had only found a few years ago, and this son born out of wedlock, wasn’t his biological father unknown?
How co ’Uncle’? If President Song is the uncle... then his father must be from the Jing Family...
Their minds were a ss, but what shocked them even more was, regardless, since Zhao Xiaole called President Song uncle, and the Song’s madman didn’t object but was protective towards the child, this was very unusual. It was rare to see President Song protective towards soone. This madman treated everyone harshly.
In any case, since it was like this, it at least proved that Zhao Xiaole’s father was no ordinary man.
They sowhat wanted to smooth things over and said, "President Song, it’s all a misunderstanding..."
"I wasn’t talking to you." President Song interrupted coldly and then asked Zhao Xiaole, "Why are you crying like this? How did they bully you?"
Zhao Xiaole continued to hiccup through his tears, struggled with his words for a long ti before he could explain clearly.
President Song concluded, "So, they’ve been giving you the cold shoulder, ignoring you, and because you exist, they look down on your sister-in-law, right?"
Zhao Xiaole nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Wuu wuu wuu..."
"Alright," President Song nodded, and for so reason, the Shen Family mbers suddenly felt a chill down their spines, "Throw them out for , and pass the word around: from now on, in Beijing, all industries belonging to President Song will refuse to do business with the Shen Family. Shen Family and dogs are not allowed entry."
For Shen Xun, who had been feeling that nothing mattered and even felt quite pleased: "..."
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