Song Zhiguo was a little surprised that his youngest son actually made friends with Qi Yunjing's lover, but considering that the Song family's fortune was now booming, it was normal for Song Ye to have these opportunities to make friends with people based on his own status.
Although Wen Ran was just Qi Yunjing's partner and relies on Qi Yunjing and not himself, considering how much Qi Yunjing cares about Wen Ran, at least for now, Wen Ran is worth getting to know.
Hearing that Wen Ran liked the snacks from the Song's Imperial Dinner, Song Zhiguo asked Song Ling, who happened to be at home, to make some for him.
When Wen Ran followed Song Ye to the Song family, he could smell the sweet smell even before he entered the door.
Song Ye saw Song Ling who had just come out of the kitchen, he stepped forward and said, "Brother."
Song Ling nodded to him, then looked at Wen Ran with a polite smile: "Mr. Wen."
Wen Ran smiled and said, "I'm taking the liberty to come. Sorry to bother you. Don't call me Mr. Wen, just call me Wen Ran. Mr. Wen always feels like calling someone old."
Song Ling laughed. The servant happened to come out with freshly baked snacks.
Song Ling said: "What we are making today is Nine Turns Flower Blossom. Nine kinds of blooming flowers, decorated with gold foil. Four sweet flavors, four savory flavors, and one with added minced meat. It is a newly developed pastry.
"Take a look. Does it suit your taste?"
Wen Ran smiled and said, "Then I'm welcome." He reached out and picked up a jade-white thousand-leaf flower placed in the middle.
The layers of petals were lifelike, but when you touched it, you can feel the crispy texture, so be very careful when handling it. With a little more force, you can crush the entire flower-shaped snack.
The taste is naturally salty. Although minced meat is added, it is not greasy at all. It is crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside.
What makes Wen Ran most satisfied is that the puff pastry on the surface also has a rich flavor, unlike some crispy snacks. Although crispy enough, it had no flavor at all.
After taking one bite, Wen Ran said to Song Ling: "It's delicious! Being able to make food so delicious is indeed a very powerful skill."
Song Ling smiled and said: "I know this skill. If you like, you can come to play at home more often in the future."
After Song Ling finished speaking, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller and then said to Song Ye: "Xiao Ye, please treat Mr. Wen well, I have something else to do. I'm sorry."
Song Ye said quickly: "I understand, brother."
Wen Ran glanced at the beautiful and sweet pastries on the table, then looked away: "Let's go to your room."
Song Ye nodded: "My room is on the second floor, please come this way."
Wen Ran followed him, checking the furnishings of the entire room while saying, "You have lived here since you were a child and have never changed places?"
Song Ye hummed: "I have lived here since I can remember. I originally wanted to live on campus in college, but my father did not agree. I was not allowed to live outside until my junior year, but I had to come back every week to eat.
"Our family must have one day every week. It's a family day, no matter how busy we are, everyone has to have a meal together."
Song Ye's room is not very big, but it is not too small either. The furnishings in the room are very simple. The most common ones are rows of books on the wall shelves and a few architectural models that look like they were made by himself.
Wen Ran said: "Is this your interest?"
Song Ye nodded: "That's right. I've been fond of these things since I was a child. The construction of houses and the decoration of the houses, so I occasionally build some models."
As for why he chose business instead of architecture, you don't need to ask. In this family, Song Ye probably doesn't have much choice.
After walking around the room, Wen Ran said: "There is something under your mattress, lift it up and take a look."
Song Ye was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously did what Wen Ran said.
After lifting the mattress, there was indeed something underneath, but when he saw the thing under the mattress, Song Ye remembered: "This is the lucky pouch my father gave me when I was a child. My eldest and second brothers both have it."
Wen Ran: "When he gave it to you, did he tell you not to open it or lose it? Even asked you to wear it for a few years before you were allowed to take it off and put it here?"
Song Ye nodded: "Yes, I don't remember when my father gave it to me. Anyway, I wore this lucky pouch until I was ten years old. When I was ten years old, my father asked me to take it off and put it under the mattress."
Wen Ran said: "Is your brothers doing the same?"
Song Ye thought for a while, feeling a little unsure: "Probably."
Wen Ran: "Can I go to your brother's room and have a look?"
Song Ye said: "The eldest brother's is not very good. I haven't been to his room much. The second brother's is okay. He happens to be not at home now."
The two of them came to Song Cheng's room and found a lucky pouch under Song Cheng's mattress.
Wen Ran asked Song Ye to take out Song Cheng's lucky pouch, and then returned to Song Ye's room and asked him to open the two lucky pouches.
After seeing clearly what was inside, Song Ye didn't know what his expression was, but it must be quite ugly.
His second brother's lucky pouch contains very ordinary yellow talisman paper with red cinnabar. Although the talisman paper and cinnabar have become a little dim due to some years, it can be seen that this is a common talisman.
The thing inside his lucky pouch is also yellow talisman paper, but it is not cinnabar, but dark brown stuff that looks like blood.
Wen Ran said: "There is no doubt, this is blood. Your blood."
Song Ye felt a chill, and the air conditioning in the house seemed to have dropped several degrees. He was so cold that he trembled: "What...is this?"
Wen Ran: "Your brother's is an ordinary peace talisman, and yours, in layman's terms, is a transport talisman. A blood sacrifice transport talisman."
Song Ye tried hard to understand the literal meaning: "Transfer? Is it to transfer my good luck to them?" So this is the reason why the Song family raised him?
Wen Ran smiled when he heard this: "No. It's transferring the Song family's good luck to you."
Song Ye was confused and even more confused: "What do you mean? Why do they do this?"
Wen Ran explained: "You luck can be regarded as a kind of mist that everyone carries. Some people have a thick mist, and some people have a thin mist.
"When they pass each other, the two mists do not interfere with each other, but if they live under the same the eaves, after being in contact for a long time, what kind of changes will happen to the mist?"
Song Ye: "Integration?"
Wen Ran nodded: "Although someone's luck cannot be completely integrated with other people's, it can if they have more contact. They will be more intertwined and influence each other."
Song Ye: "Then why should they give it to me?"
Wen Ran: "There is an idiom to describe it, although it is not very accurate. The power of words is so terrifying that even metal can melt. This is the genius of this matter.
"Those potted plants in the Song family, if I guess correctly, have not been moved for many years. They are Fengshui formations. Including Jiwei Building, it is a large-scale Fengshui formation that can bring the entire Song family to a higher level.
"However, this formation is somewhat heretical. Even though the Song family does have the inheritance of imperial chefs, they also made a fortune by using this kind of heresies. There is always a price to pay for bad things.
"The Song family has enjoyed this benefit, and they will naturally bear the price. When the Song family is unwilling to bear this price, then they have to find someone to replace them. This person cannot be just anyone, it must be related to the Song family, such as you."
Song Ye looked at the two talismans spread out and listened to Wen Ran's words carefully.
Wen Ran said: "You are not from the Song family, but Song Zhiguo introduced you as an illegitimate son. It is very likely that your true identity were kept hidden by him from your two brothers and even Mrs. Song.
"With everyone, including yourself, treated you like this and it was realized, the invisible pull of power exists. You become a person closely connected with the Song family, but have nothing to do with them.
"This talisman requires you to wear it for a long time. It stained with your breath, and with your blood. In the same way, all the luck of the Song family has been transferred to you.
"Because you are closely connected with the Song family, not to mention sharing your luck, you can also support the Song family to the greatest extent.
"However, once the formation has a backlash, who will it backfire on?"
Song Ye clenched his fists tightly: "Me."
Wen Ran: "But you have no direct relationship with the Song family. If this backlash affects the Song family, then Song Zhiguo will only need to stand up and announce your true identity and drive you out of the house.
"Then this so-called first-line connection will be cut off. The Song family only needs to find ways to engage in other heresy or find the next person who they can take advantage of, without having to pay a high price for it."
For the first time, Song Ye felt that this world was strange and scary.
He had been in the Song family for seventeen years. From the time he was brought to the Song family when he was three years old, Song Zhiguo had already started his plan.
How terrible a person must be to manipulate a living person like a chess piece for so many years.
After a while, Song Ye finally found his voice: "Master Wen, can this matter be solved?"
Wen Ran said: "Yes, but you can't completely remove it. The wealth you have enjoyed in the Song family in the past seventeen years is not fake, and the entanglement of fate for such a long time is not easy to separate.
"After you return the things that originally belonged to the Song family, the first thing you have to do is to announce your identity and let the outside world know that you have nothing to do with the Song family. Then stay away from the Song family.
"The rest depends on your own fate. If it is good, and the wealth you have enjoyed for so many years is something you can afford, your life in the future may be ordinary.
"If it is not good, enjoying what you cannot bear in your life is equivalent to overdrawing, then you are likely to be poorer in the future.
"Of course, you can also choose to continue to maintain it. No one knows when the Song family's formation will suffer backlash. Maybe it will wait until you are old, or maybe tomorrow. You can take a gamble."
All this made Song Ye feel confused.
Even before Wen Ran came, he had been mentally prepared for the worst. But when the truth of the matter was revealed, he realized that all the preparations were just his own wishful thinking.
This was his home for more than ten years, his family for more than ten years. At this moment, all his perceptions were overturned. It was too difficult to accept this reality.
He couldn't make a decision right away, and Wen Ran didn't rush him, just let him think about it.
Before leaving, he refused Song Ling's enthusiastic invitation to stay, but took away the packed snacks.
He was originally going to leave in the Song family's car, but Qi Yunjing somehow knew he was here and actually sent a car to pick him up.
Wen Ran was going back to Qi's house this week, so he got in the car without any hesitation.
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When he returned to Qi's house, he saw Qi Yunjing watering the vegetable garden. Wen Ran handed the food box to the servant and walked over: "It's quite leisurely."
Qi Yunjing raised his head and gave him a slight smile.
To be honest, at that moment, Wen Ran feel like he was hit.
Qi Yunjing, who was wearing home clothes, lost a sharp aura. His eyebrows were gentle and his mouth was smiling.
When the image of the other party's cold and stern boss was finalized in his mind, suddenly seeing Qi Yunjing like this is indeed a bit overwhelming.
Wen Ran coughed lightly, glanced at the lush vegetable garden, and said, "I went to Song's house today and brought back snacks."
Qi Yunjing's tone was calm: "I know."
Wen Ran stared at him. "It was so delicious that I went to someone else's house to eat, don't you feel embarrassed?"
Qi Yunjing tilted his head and looked at him: "Tell me what you want to eat next time, and I'll get it for you."
Wen Ran rolled his eyes, turned and left.
Qi Yunjing followed him and chuckled.
Wen Xiaoran, who was awkward, was also very cute.