Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1128 - 1129: Unwelcome True Daughter 72

After walking aimlessly for half a day, Song Qian finally remembered she needed to call the old man.

Unexpectedly, it was Song Dafa who picked up the phone, and the key point was that the old man was clearly right there but refused to take the call.

What disappointed Song Qian even more was that Song Dafa actually said the old man had no objection to Song Shijian’s decision.

Upon hearing this, Song Qian felt like she was going to collapse: Impossible, impossible, Grandpa promised me that as long as I went abroad, I would be a member of the Song Family and would receive living expenses.

In response to Song Qian’s excited voice, Song Dafa’s tone remained as calm as ever: Yes, the old master did promise you, but you’ve forgotten that he hoped you wouldn’t make trouble in front of Fu Jie.

Song Dafa: The old master paid a hefty price to prevent the Fu Family from revealing the reasons for canceling the engagement.

Song Dafa: But what did you do, Song Qian? You insisted on blowing the matter up, nullifying all of the old man’s previous efforts.

Song Dafa: The old master protected you back then for the sake of the Song Family’s reputation, and it’s still for the Song Family’s reputation now.

When Song Qian heard Song Dafa call her by her name directly, she felt a pang in her heart. He had never called her by name before, always addressing her as "Miss." Now that he was using her name, she could guess the reason.

Song Qian thought of how she was being abandoned by the Song Family just like that, and of course, she was unwilling. She burst into tears: I want to talk to Grandpa.

Song Qian still held a bit of hope, thinking it was Song Shijian and the others instructing Song Dafa.

Song Dafa looked at Song Weikang with a difficult expression, and the latter, seeing his troubled look, raised his voice, "Tell that girl Song Qian that I don’t want to see her."

"And I don’t want to take her call. Since she did such a thing, she should know the consequences."

These words didn’t need to be relayed by Song Dafa; Song Qian heard them herself and knew the situation was irretrievable.

At this moment, Song Qian truly regretted and resented why she had to cause trouble for Zhang Yu and the others.

Not only did she fail to damage Zhang Yu’s reputation, but she also found herself in such a terrible predicament.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qian started to panic, quickly calculating the money she had on hand.

She suddenly realized she only had two or three US Dollars at hand, which was nothing to her in the past.

But now it’s the money she needs to withstand until the investment project yields returns. What to do?

After thinking for a long time, Song Qian reluctantly decided to sell some of her luxury handbags.

Of course, if possible, finding a man to support her would also work.

Song Qian pondered for a long time, remembering the boys who pursued her in college.

In the past, she really looked down on them, thinking they weren’t as handsome as Fu Jie, not as generous as Fu Jie. More importantly, their families weren’t as powerful as the Fu Family, and their abilities weren’t as strong.

But now, the situation really didn’t allow her to be choosy. Having someone like her, someone who could give her money, was enough.

Thinking of this, Song Qian decided not to stay in Europe. She was also worried that there would be retaliation, so she quickly bought a ticket to return to America.

Upon returning to the hotel, Fu Jie became increasingly angry, worried that Song Qian might resort to desperate measures and do something irreversible.

He wanted to find someone to keep an eye on Song Qian, but realized he didn’t know where she stayed. Even though there weren’t many people in Europe, finding Song Qian wasn’t easy.

Helpless, Fu Jie could only instruct the bodyguard to stay alert and, if they saw Song Qian again, not to show any mercy.

Fortunately, in the following days, Song Qian never reappeared, allowing Fu Jie to breathe a sigh of relief.

Though Song Qian didn’t show up, Song Ziming did.

One morning, Fu Jie and Zhang Yu were planning to visit a vineyard, as they thought vineyards in Europe should be doing well.

After all, many vineyards have a century-long history and have their followers; sales shouldn’t be a big issue.

However, upon arriving, they found out that many vineyards were struggling. After the elders passed away, the younger generation wanted to move to big cities and didn’t want to stay in rural areas.

Another issue was the astonishingly high inheritance tax. To inherit ancestral property, they had to pay hefty estate taxes, which was a difficulty for many people.

Zhang Yu knew that in a decade or so, when many wealthy Chinese started acquiring properties globally, vineyards would be one of their targets.

In the later stages, vineyard prices skyrocketed, and knowing such a great opportunity, Zhang Yu couldn’t afford to miss it.

Besides, the annual returns from vineyards were relatively stable. They might not make one wealthy overnight, but they provided a stable income, which was perfect for Zhang Yu’s desire for stability.

Since Zhang Yu had already bought a vineyard in Europe, he planned to go to America next to see if there were suitable farms and ranches.

This was also a perfect investment. After buying a ranch, he’d raise cattle and sheep and then sell them domestically.

Cattle and sheep raised naturally on grass tasted absolutely superb; why worry about sales?

"What are you thinking?" Fu Jie asked, seeing Zhang Yu lost in thought, wondering if another money-making project was on his mind.

"Good morning." Song Ziming greeted them warmly.

Zhang Yu looked at Song Ziming puzzledly, wondering why Song Ziming, being the eldest grandson, wasn’t staying back in China to handle the Song Family’s big issues but was here to find them.

Could it be he hoped Fu Jie would retract the tweet? But even if he retracted it now, it was too late; it had already fermented and spread widely.

"I know you’re buying a vineyard, and I wanted to check it out too. If there’s a suitable one, I’d like to invest."

Looking at Zhang Yu’s puzzled expression, Song Ziming continued, "Moreover, with Song Qian causing such a big fuss, how could I stay in China? The media would chase me with annoying questions."

"Those so-called childhood friends, those so-called family friends, they’re all clamoring to dine and drink with me, saying they want to maintain ties."

"Who doesn’t know who’s who, what ties? They just want to see me make a fool of myself. Hah, do they really think my foolishness is that easy for them to see?"

"It’s just as well there are investment opportunities here, so I came over." Song Ziming looked at them expectantly, "Is there a suitable orchard for me?"

Song Ziming looked at Zhang Yu with anticipation. As for Fu Jie, forget it, he was just a follower anyway.

"There are suitable vineyards." Zhang Yu casually listed a few good orchards they had seen recently, "But I’m leaving tomorrow."

Having a new goal, of course, meant leaving; why stay here?

Leaving tomorrow? Song Ziming’s mood suddenly took a downturn, "I just got here, and you’re already leaving."

He looked at Fu Jie, wasn’t this guy saying they’d stay here a few more days? How come, the moment he arrived, Zhang Yu was about to leave?

Song Ziming looked at Zhang Yu with displeasure, "You don’t want to see me."

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