Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Although the Qin family has a great business, but it has been passed down through the generations, none of the sons and grandchildren can afford the family business. The old man Qin is already in his old age, and he has more than enough power for many things, and the management of the family business is loose. , has long been full of mistakes, and Qin Zhan does not need to show evidence, he also knows that the entire system is already rotten.

That's why he never dared to hand over the power of the company to Qin Feng, because he saw very clearly that Qin Feng's ability was too general, and he didn't have the courage and ability to support the entire group, and most of the other grandchildren were dudes. By nature, only this exiled grandson Qin Zhan is left. The first time they met, he knew that this person could be a great leader.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Qin Zhan was completely cold to the Qin family. In the final analysis, it was not Song Ye, but from earlier, the Qin family's exclusion of his biological mother and his indifference to him began.

The appearance of Song Ye was just a fuse, which completely exploded the shallow and inaudible relationship between them.

He is old and doesn't dare to gamble anymore, because he knows that if he loses, he will never be able to make a comeback.

In the end, the account book still fell into Qin Zhan's hands. After achieving his goal, he led Song Ye out of the gate without looking back, without the slightest nostalgia for a house of blood.

They won this battle, and they won it beautifully, which made the Qin family unable to stand up again.

Then Song Ye accompanied Qin Zhan to the small building, and in the top room, he got the tablet of Qin Zhan's biological mother from the cabinet.

"Why is a corner missing?" Song Ye glanced over from the desk, then frowned and found the problem. Even though it is rare to use wooden plaques to pay homage to the ancestors, Song Ye knows what era people have been very careful about keeping things of their ancestors out of respect and nostalgia for the deceased.

But the wooden sign in Qin Zhan's hand could be seen from far away by Song Ye.

"I found it in the utility room on the first floor when I was fifteen years old." Qin Zhan explained in a low voice with a wooden sign, neither sad nor happy, as if he was telling an ordinary thing.

Maybe it's too long ago, many emotions have been smoothed out, but when I was young, only a fifteen-year-old bullied boy found his mother's tablet in the utility room one day, and only then did he know his mother. Not being enshrined in the ancestral hall, but lying alone in this damp and dark environment, how was Qin Zhan's mood at that time?

If he could really be as indifferent as he is now, at the age of fifteen, he would not have resolutely joined the army alone, and never stepped into the Qin family for ten years.

Song Ye walked over, put one hand over his shoulder, stood on tiptoe and hugged his tall body tightly into his arms, "Bring our mother home."

Take our mother home.

Her voice was buried on Qin Zhan's shoulder, muffled, but her words were clear, and the heavy breathing seemed to replace his pain.

There is no extra comfort, all she can do is to protect this row of tablets and accompany Qin Zhan to shout mom.

Feeling that the girl's other hand was carefully guarding the tablet with him, Qin Zhan couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the ends of her hair, "It's good to have you here."

Others are irrelevant, as long as you are here now.

"Yeah." Song Ye understood what he was thinking, and after a light reply, he relaxed his movements and lowered his head to focus on the tablet.

The name of the book is Luo Yuqing.

"Luo..." Song Ye frowned slightly, wondering about the surname, "Isn't your biological mother from the Zhou family?"

At that time, the most beautiful woman in the capital came from the Zhou family. She was the eldest daughter in the ranking, but she was more beautiful than the other sisters, and she was more knowledgeable. Qin Wenrong was chasing her at first sight. He also went to learn how to write poetry, and it was passed down as a legend for a while.

The Zhou family should be called Zhou Yuqing, how could they be named Luo?

"My mother was not born by the Zhou family's mistress, but only an adopted daughter. It is said that Zhou's mother never liked her. Before she got married, she used the family's Luo surname. Later, the Qin family asked for marriage, and the Zhou family asked her to change her surname to Zhou's family. Few outsiders know about these things. Before my death, this tablet respected my mother's meaning and became Luo Yuqing." Qin Zhan slowly explained this episode of the rich and powerful family, and summed up the sad life of a talented girl in a lighthearted manner.

Song Ye thought that perhaps because the name Zhou Yuqing had caused her too much pain, she could not engrave this name on her tombstone after her death.

Only the young Luo Yuqing was the time she was willing to stay.

It's just the word "Luo" that makes Song Ye feel a little strange. She thinks that things may not be so coincidental, but it is not easy to ask Qin Zhan for verification.

"Luo Yuqing, it sounds much better than Zhou Yuqing." She looked at the large gold lacquer characters on the tablet and said in a low voice.

"Haha, indeed." Qin Zhan chuckled lightly, holding the tablet in one hand and holding Song Ye in the other, a rare hint of relief in his voice, "Let's go."

Come on, let's go home.

Song Ye nodded, "Well, just wait for me." After saying that, she turned around and walked to the desk, found a bag, and swept all the various patterns on the bookshelf.

"Hehe, if you like it, I'll find something more delicate for you. The workmanship of these is too rough." Qin Zhan watched her put things in like a baby, and carried them carefully, for a while, he couldn't help laughing.

These were all done when he was five or six years old, and he knew how poor his skills were.

But Song Ye shook his head, raised his eyes and looked straight at him, his cold voice was serious, "This is your dream, these are good."

Seeing these things, she can always imagine the figure of a little child who lost her mother sitting alone at the table making a model. No matter what period Qin Zhan was in, she tried her best to understand it.

But the man didn't expect Song Ye to say such a thing, and he didn't expect that the reason why she valued these models so much was because of him.

Bang bang, the heartbeat began to beat violently from the Yuexiong's cavity again, stirring the eardrums, the sweet and greasy feeling--itching his throat, made him roll his Adam's apple twice, and then it seemed like he couldn't bear it anymore. , slammed the girl into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't look at me again, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't want you here."

It's so deadly.

When Song Ye looked at him with those cold eyes and said these words, Qin Zhan felt that his whole heart was being grasped by the other party, the kind of involuntary throbbing that made him have to use a hundred Twenty percent of reason can barely resist the urge to immediately crush someone.

"Go home and continue." Song Ye turned his head sideways, and after softly inviting him, he grabbed the man's red ears.