Su Jinnian immediately went to find Han Zheng, and from the many retro-style teahouse tavern designs he had created, Han Zheng selected a drawing to give to Su Jinnian.
Su Jinnian liked it at first sight and took the blueprint to find a decoration team.
Three days later, Song Ting finally came with a complex expression.
His expression was genuinely complex; partly excited, partly joyful, partly sorrowful, partly ashamed, partly nervous...
Shen Ci did not intentionally make it difficult for him and directly invited him into the office.
He closed the door and spoke in a low voice, "This room is soundproof; you can say whatever you want."
Song Ting covered his face, "I’m sorry, Ah Ci, I didn’t know, I really didn’t know..."
Shen Ci smiled faintly, "I believe you. But I want to ask you, if you had regained your memory and hadn’t forgotten my mother, what would you have done?"
Song Ting had asked himself this question but had not come up with an answer; he didn’t expect Shen Ci to ask such a direct question.
He was momentarily speechless.
Shen Ci lightly chuckled, "Let’s skip this question. So, how do you plan to treat me in the future? Recognize each other privately or publicly?"
Shen Ci wasn’t torturing Song Ting, but these were questions that they as father and son could not ignore.
He covered his face for a long time before saying, "I don’t know. Of course, I want to acknowledge you publicly; I don’t care about bearing a bad reputation. But, Su Xiufeng and the Su family are ruthless, and I worry they will harm you. I... I know I have no face to see you, but, Ah Ci, I can’t help it, I never expected that Heaven would give me such a wonderful son... I thought..."
Shen Ci sighed, rubbed his sculpted brows, and spoke softly, "I understand. In that case, let’s not recognize each other for now. You should go. Ah, before you go, I have a gift for you."
Shen Ci handed over two voice recorders to Song Ting and said softly, "Listen to them here. I’ll go out and get busy, you can stay a while longer."
After saying this, Shen Ci left the room and gently closed the door.
Song Ting did not immediately play the voice recorders. He walked to the desk, picked up a photo of Shen Ci and Meng Chuyue, and gently touched Shen Ci’s handsome brows and eyes, his tears flowing freely.
His son was so outstanding, and although he had suffered a lot, he was now finally coming into happiness, and had even gotten engaged to Meng Chuyue. He felt much joy, but he also felt desolate.
For a moment, it seemed like no one was at fault.
Including the ruthless Su Xiufeng.
Though her heart was dark, in this matter, she was indeed a real victim.
Song Ting watched the photo of Shen Ci for a long time, repeatedly feeling the impulse to take it away.
However, considering the consequences if the photo was taken back and seen by Su Xiufeng’s people, he could only sigh and give up.
As he grew somewhat fatigued, he set down the photo, sat back on the sofa, and played one of the voice recorders.
The first voice to come out was Su Xiufeng’s casual tone, "Big brother, don’t push me."
Song Ting’s expression stiffened, and he immediately turned his head to listen more closely.
Next indeed was Su Zhenguo’s voice.
"What do you mean I’m pushing you? This was your own suggestion back then, wasn’t it?"
Su Zhenguo usually spoke in a brusque and rude manner, and now he sounded even more like a devil.
But... what exactly were they talking about?
Song Ting reviewed the affairs of both families and found nothing that matched.
He was becoming anxious when Su Xiufeng’s voice came again, "How could I have known that Song Lei was so useless? And how could I have known that Ennian would develop heart disease?"
Su Zhenguo scoffed, "That’s called fate."
Su Xiufeng lamented, "Yes, I know it’s my bad luck, but big brother, our deal back then was for you to help make Ennian the successor of the Family Head of the Song family. Now that Ennian has lost eligibility due to his health, you shouldn’t continue to pressure me."