After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 82 - : Goodness, can this even be compared?

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Goodness, can this even be compared?

Maybe she could try to trust Song Sinian a little more in the future.

The last life had conditioned her to instinctively think of the worst every time she encountered a problem.

It seemed this needed to be improved.

“Sir?” Suddenly, from afar, a voice called out.

Lu Zhaozhao emerged from a blind spot in the surveillance and looked out, just catching sight of Zhao Xi standing not far away.

Zhao Xi, upon seeing Lu Zhaozhao, secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that he hadn’t disturbed their sir’s good deeds just now.

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He walked forward and then slowly said, “Sir, there are important guests in the reception room who might need your personal attention.”

Song Sinian’s eyebrows pressed down slightly, somewhat puzzled by this “important guest.”

However, since Zhao Xi didn’t specify a name, he naturally had his reasons.

Song Sinian raised his hand and touched Lu Zhaozhao’s little head, “You go back to the office first; I’ll come to find you in a bit.”

“Mm-hmm.” Lu Zhaozhao nodded obediently and left.

As he watched Lu Zhaozhao enter the office door, Song Sinian’s gaze turned to Zhao Xi, “Who went to the reception room?”

Zhao Xi immediately responded, “It was the old master who had shown up, probably because he heard that the madam had come to the company.”

Since Song Sinian had taken the position of president of the Song Group, Old Master Song had almost entirely delegated authority.

Not to mention visiting the company.

Song Sinian’s eyelid slightly lifted, “Let’s go to the reception room.”

“Yes, sir.”

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The two men arrived one after another in the reception room, where they saw Old Master Song leisurely sipping tea. Song Sinian’s expression remained unchanged as he sat opposite Old Master Song.

However, seeing Song Sinian got Old Master Song’s face to wrinkle even deeper, “Why are you here? Where is Zhaozhao?”

He had heard that Lu Zhaozhao was visiting and specifically came to the company to see her, hoping to take her out while Song Sinian was working. He hadn’t expected this brat!

Song Sinian’s lips curved slightly, “Didn’t you come to the company to see me?”

“…”

Old Master Song suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

Indeed, he had come with the pretense of visiting Song Sinian.

He coughed lightly, “This time, I…”

“Have everyone leave; I want to have a serious talk with you.” Before Old Master Song could finish his sentence, Song Sinian sternly fixed his gaze on him.

His unexpectedly cold expression took Old Master Song by surprise.

It wasn’t that serious, was it?

Was it necessary to make such a big fuss just to see his granddaughter-in-law?

Old Master Song coughed lightly and glanced at his assistant beside him, tilting his chin, “Alright, you can go out first. I need to talk with this brat.”

The assistant nodded and promptly left.

For a moment, only Song Sinian, Old Master Song, and Zhao Xi remained in the office.

Zhao Xi had originally intended to leave too, but since Song Sinian had not indicated he should go, he had to stay where he was.

To make his presence felt, he took the initiative to pour tea for both Old Master Song and Song Sinian.

Song Sinian glanced at Zhao Xi, then quickly turned his eyes back to Old Master Song, “Have you found out why you fainted last time?”

Old Master Song was taken aback, his eyes flashing with surprise, seemingly unaccustomed to Song Sinian’s sudden concern.

During his time in the hospital, this kid had glanced over him briefly, explained a few things, and then left.

Now that he was discharged, the kid was showing concern?

Old Master Song’s eyes, full of wrinkles, squinted slightly—was this all thanks to Lu Zhaozhao?

Thinking this, Old Master Song felt considerably happier.

“My health is fine; you don’t need to worry about me. Just take good care of Zhaozhao.”

Song Sinian’s eyes grew colder, “Do you know that your drink was tampered with?”

Old Master Song’s eyes suddenly widened, the wrinkles around them seeming to smooth out.

He stared incredulously at Song Sinian, “What did you say?!”

He had been diagnosed with low blood sugar at the hospital, so he hadn’t paid it much mind.

After all, it’s not uncommon for people with diabetes to experience low blood sugar.

He had thought it was just a severe case.

He had assumed it was an accident.

Since he no longer involved himself in the Song Group’s internal affairs, there seemed no reason for anyone to target him.

So, he hadn’t considered this possibility.

Now that Song Sinian had mentioned it, he was utterly shocked.

Song Sinian watched as Old Master Song’s face turned from pale to flushed, and he frowned slightly, tapping Zhao Xi beside him, “What’s his expression now?”

Zhao Xi: “…”

Suddenly, he wished he were under a car rather than here.

He had thought that Song Sinian had kept him here out of complete trust, but now it seemed he just wanted a living, emotionless tool for analyzing expressions.

Zhao Xi reluctantly glanced at Old Master Song and then at Song Sinian, having no choice but to biting the bullet and say, “The old master must be very shocked.”

Song Sinian nodded lightly, “Let’s put the shock aside for now; you better clean up the staff at the Song Mansion first. If stuff you put in your mouth can be tampered with, is it really because you’re getting older?”

“…”

Old Master Song’s face instantly turned gloomy, staring irritably at Song Sinian, “You brat! You’ve grown up and your wings have grown hard, huh?!”

Zhao Xi timidly approached Song Sinian, whispering, “The old master is angry. Look, even his eyebrows are standing up.”

“Shut up! Can’t I hear it?!” Old Master Song was nearly driven to explode on the spot by these two brats.

He slammed his hand on the table hard, his expression almost becoming fierce.

Song Sinian stared at Old Master Song’s face for a while before disdainfully retorting, “Is that what an angry expression looks like? Zhaozhao looks much better when she’s angry.”

“…”

“…”

Seriously? Was that even comparable?

Zhao Xi was utterly speechless.

Why did he feel that their sir’s thought process had deviated somewhat recently?

Shouldn’t the situation call for pacifying Old Master Song at this point?

That comment just now seemed rather like adding fuel to the fire.

Old Master Song was obviously stunned by Song Sinian’s behavior as well, but hearing the name “Lu Zhaozhao” visibly softened his mood.

At least the brat knew enough to ask about his feelings; that was some progress.

Don’t get angry! Don’t get angry! Don’t get angry!

The grandson is his own flesh and blood, but the life is his own!

Don’t get angry, don’t get upset; getting sick pleases no one!

If my anger kills me, who would it satisfy—moreover, it wastes energy and wears on the spirit!