Bo Yuan really had the right to kick them out. Although this restaurant was the business of the Zhao Family, Bo Yuan also had shares in it.
And what he just said, within the boundaries of Beijing, all of the Song Family’s industries are off-limits to Shen Family members and dogs...
That really would have a big impact on their lives to some extent.
Because the Song Family’s business encompasses a really wide range.
No exaggeration, of all the well-known high-end restaurants and bars in Beijing, at least one-third are invested in by the Song Family.
Not to mention hotels and other businesses...
The faces of the few Shen Family relatives present all darkened.
This was just a matter of not letting them in. If this madman really got combative and stopped cooperating with the Shen Family...
"President Song, please calm down."
A few relatives from the Shen Family started to panic, quickly looking at Shen Xun, "Xiao Xun, talk to Mr. Shen. It’s all a misunderstanding."
Shen Xun thought to himself, you guys think too highly of me.
That is Bo Yuan, would Bo Yuan listen to me?
Shen Xun was just about to speak. At this moment, he was the last hope of the whole village, all of the Shen Family relatives were looking at him.
But just as Shen Xun was about to speak, a cold look from Bo Yuan swept over him, "You’re also a Shen, what are you thinking."
Shen Xun just shrugged his shoulders.
The waiter was already coming out with the food boxes, "President Song, your dishes."
Bo Yuan gave a look to his bodyguard, and someone came over to take it.
Su Lu, Bo Jingshen, and Zhao Ying, followed Bo Yuan and walked out.
Once outside, Su Lu said to Bo Yuan, "Xiao Song, thank you."
"No need to be polite, Sister-in-law." Bo Yuan’s voice was still without much variation.
Shen Xun still felt somewhat surreal. The person in front of him was a notorious madman in Beijing, crazy yet good at doing business, making the Song Family flourish. Such a person, even if you don’t like him, you would not dare to provoke him lightly.
And this well-known madman of Beijing was actually—Xiao Song?
"What delicious food did Xiao Song buy? Are you taking it back for Xiao Qiao?" Su Lu continued, oblivious to the astonishment in her brother’s heart.
Although Bo Yuan’s voice was still steady, it was very gentle, "Mmm, she’s had no taste in her mouth after taking Chinese medicine. She’s always liked the dishes from this chef, who was originally at another place, but later the chef..."
Bo Yuan said, glancing at Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong might not have grown up in Beijing from a young age, but over the past few years, gradually taking over the family business, he had naturally heard quite a few pieces of news here and there and certainly had heard of Young Master Song.
All he could say was, he was someone not to be provoked.
Then, at this moment, as Bo Yuan’s gaze swept over him, Zhao Tong put on a smile, "President Song, what is it?"
Bo Yuan continued, "Later, this chef was poached by them and came here, so we came to buy."
So there was such a story behind it.
Su Lu suddenly understood why Bo Yuan would have invested here.
"Zhao Xiaole, still feeling wronged?" Su Lu looked at Zhao Xiaole who was still in Bo Yuan’s arms.
Zhao Xiaole sniffed, giving a sob.
Su Lu reached out and took him, "You haven’t cried in a long time, mommy’s heart aches."
Zhao Xiaole said softly, "Then I won’t cry anymore."
"Good boy, your uncle has already taken up for you, so no more tears. We’ll go to their place another day, and your dad will take up for you again," Su Lu soothed Zhao Xiaole.
With a child’s grievances, it’s simply that, grievances. Su Lu would never tell him to be strong or to endure when he was truly upset.
With a child’s grievances, it’s simply that, grievances. Always telling him to be strong, to endure, over time it affects their personality.
Su Lu thought her own child’s lively and cheerful personality was quite good.
"Yes!" Zhao Xiaole nodded vigorously, then after thinking a bit, he said softly, "It’s not just about them picking on me."
"Hmm?" Su Lu made a questioning sound.
Zhao Xiaole looked up at Bo Jingshen and said, "Dad, they really bully my mom. My mom hasn’t done anything wrong, but they always look down on her. Just because my mom gave birth to me, is that a crime? Why do they have to treat us ?"
The child’s innocent question was incisive.
Bo Jingshen stroked his head, "Of course not, don’t mind them."
Song Boyuan didn’t chat with them for too long as he was in a hurry to leave. Su Lu and the others didn’t keep him, simply saying they’d be in touch.
On the way back for Bo Jingshen and his group, the car was filled with silence.
Clearly, although the ending was somewhat satisfying, the mood had been affected.
It wasn’t until they were halfway home and everyone’s emotions had gradually eased.
That Shen Xun couldn’t help but ask, "How did you get on such good terms with that lunatic from the Song Family?"
Shen Xun still remembered that lunatic from the Song Family, ready to go to Feng City with his crew looking for trouble...
He remembered, and of course, Bo Jingshen remembered too.
Originally, they hadn’t given it much thought on the way over.
But now, reminded by Shen Xun, Bo Jingshen also wondered, how indeed... did he get closer and closer to Song Boyuan?
That tense confrontation seemed like it happened just yesterday.
"It’s a bit magical," Bo Jingshen said.
Shen Xun nodded repeatedly, "Indeed, it is a bit magical."
What was even more magical was that the next day, Song Boyuan sent someone over to take Zhao Xiaole out to play.
It seemed he didn’t want Zhao Xiaole’s mood to be affected by yesterday’s displeasure and wanted to take him out for a good time.
Bo Jingshen was a bit uneasy, but Su Lu didn’t mind at all, thinking there was nothing to worry about.
"That is Song Boyuan." Su Lu glanced at Bo Jingshen, "People like him who are obsessive usually have OCD. To be honest, when he’s with Zhao Xiaole, he can be more attentive than me at times. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll take the chance to catch up on work."
She had accumulated quite a bit of work while accompanying Zhao Xiaole to Feng City for the summer holidays.
Hearing this, Bo Jingshen moved closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind, chin resting on her shoulder, with a rascally demeanor, "I’m coming too."
"What for?" Su Lu looked over her shoulder at him.
"I’m going to see if there are any little fairies." Bo Jingshen said, "I let you see, my work environment is so pure, the secretary’s office doesn’t even have a single woman. You should let me see too."
Su Lu was exasperated, nodding, "Alright, alright, if you want to come, then follow along."
Then Bo Jingshen followed Su Lu to her art gallery, which was a street-front store on Art Street, spanning three floors and not small by any means.
Then Bo Jingshen fell silent.
Because there really was a little fairy.
Bo Jingshen had been just joking, never dreaming there would actually be one.
So, he suddenly became silent.
A young, handsome painter with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, wearing a painting apron, walked out from the back studio of the gallery, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Su Lu, "Sister Lu, you’re back!"