Chapter 1195: Chapter 1195: Unequal Agreement

“But there’s always been a voice inside my head telling me it’s not true, you know? Ever since I was a child, I never liked my Second Uncle. I disliked him from the very first glance. Yet every family member insisted that because Second Uncle suffered in the countryside when he was young, we should treat him well,” Su Wen said.

Song Jinyan paused, then let out a cold laugh. “Indeed, the things he did afterward—everything I could see—his daughter is exactly like him.” His tone was full of unrestrained disgust.

“But if that’s not the case, why would the Old Master Xu have allowed it?” Songshan was confused.

If Old Master Xu stepped in, he must have known the truth.

“You don’t understand how cold-blooded some people can be,” he said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

Songshan shivered, thinking that the secrets he learned today were enough to get him killed several times over.

“And what about Zhang Chunxiang? There must still be useful things to dig out from her,” Song Jinyan put away what he considered excess emotions and spoke emotionlessly. “A person who unintentionally learns some secrets will definitely grow curious after my grandfather’s investigators leave, wanting to know more.”

Years of events were enough to investigate the truth.

“Then I’ll arrange for someone to go there again immediately.”

“Good! Go ahead!”

Songshan hurriedly left, leaving Song Jinyan standing silently under the pine tree, motionless for a long time. His shoulders, hat, and eyelashes were all covered with a layer of white snow. The bone-chilling wind blew, but he didn’t feel cold at all.

For the choices of the dearest ones are what truly chill one to the bone.

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Province—Su family studio—

In Su Wen’s large office, a tall, stern, unsmiling man with a powerful aura had been showing up for over a week. Whenever he arrived, the whole studio would fall silent, with everyone tiptoeing around, fearing to make too much noise and displease this big shot.

Even Su Qing couldn’t stand it and hinted to Su Wen many times, asking the Big Sister to find a way to stop her brother-in-law from coming in to report daily.

Su Wen wanted to send him away too, but since she couldn’t manage to do so, she had no choice but to listen to him.

Over a week ago, after Su Wen sternly reprimanded the two brothers of the Zhou family, someone, in an effort to appease his Wife, returned home, ceding territories and making amends, signing a series of unequal treaties. Among these, the most important was agreeing that Su Wen could come to the studio to work every day.

Zhou Hengyang disagreed, but after repeated negotiations, they finally came to an agreement.

The agreement was as follows:

First, he could only come for half a day, and once here, he was not to wander around freely or work for more than four hours.

Second, he had to sleep in the morning until he woke up naturally and could only go out after lunch.

Third, to cater to his Wife, Zhou Hengyang must agree to move his office to the Su family studio and the two would share a workspace.

Fourth, to avoid disturbing his Wife, the large office next to the reception room was to be allocated for Changhe’s personnel to use.

All in all, there were quite a few stipulations, and Su Wen only realized something was amiss after agreeing.

Why did it seem like she was at a loss?

As Zhou Hengyang moved his office over, the studio saw more and more people coming and going daily, busier than the Su family’s own business by many folds. It made the Su family members feel like poor relations living under somebody else’s roof, while Changhe’s people acted as if they were the real masters.

“Wenwen, are you thirsty? Would you like some water?” Zhou Hengyang’s desk was right across from Su Wen’s, and she could see him with a mere glance. Ever since he arrived, Su Wen’s assistant had nothing much to do, and Fang Shuai was out dealing with matters all day long; nobody dared to make a peep.

Fearing to offend the big shot.