CH 42

Song Yunran’s soup could not be drunk.

He asked with trepidation, “Are you sure you want to kill someone that badly? Dad, when grandma was alive, she said you didn’t even dare to kill a fish when you were young, but now you have the guts to kill someone?”

Song Jidong sneered, “Who says you have to do it by yourself.”

He has an old friend who retired and became obsessed with online novels. Song Jidong is not interested in online literature, but occasionally visited his friends and was forced to listen to some fragments.

At that time, Song Jidong is still very confused, thinking that the surface of the other side is a high power and successful people, but in private actually enjoy these unrealistic novels. However, now he is thanking his friend in his heart, inadvertently helping him and his son to build a common topic.

Song Jidong said with the little experience he had analyzed: “Dad understands, this is a TV series about revenge, and it’s the same as your Uncle Zou’s favorite “Rebirth of Grassroots Rebellion” is of the same way. The main character, who has achieved fame and fortune, has become destitute and faces a villain with a lot of money, who appears to have lost the power to fight back.”

Song Yunran: “……is not necessarily a villain, right.”

Song Jidong did not hear: “But you should not forget that the protagonist is a reborn person, he not only has a lot of life experience, but also knows the future. The first phase lets the protagonist low-profile, he can even be embedded to the side of the villain, bear the humiliation to collect the villain’s control. When the time is ripe, then directly take down the villain’s company!”

Song Yunran’s eyes went black, as if he had already seen the picture of the collapse of Xinghe Entertainment.

He asked uneasily, “Then, then what?”

“Then the villain will be in pain worse than death, how can you not even think of this.”

Song Jidong looked at him with disgust, “You watch more TV than I do. The villain jumps off a building in despair or jumps into a river, just pick a favorite.”

Ah? This let me pick a favorite way to die?

Song Yunran was terrified.

He felt that what Old Song said sounded very logical, it was like a replay of Qin Ke’s journey!

The first time Song Jidong participated in the plot writing, he was inspired to create.

He was too busy to drink his soup, and then said, “But I heard that TV dramas are now very strict, and the villain’s suicide may not pass the review. Why don’t you arrange for the main character to put the villain in jail, and still comply with the country’s popular law propaganda.”

“…… dad, I’m going to bed, good night.”

Song Yunran propped himself up on the dining table and stood up, reminding the maid to send Monica to his room later, he needed a little furry comfort tonight.

Song Jidong looked at his son’s back as he went upstairs, very puzzled.

What’s wrong, did he not speak well?

It’s obviously wonderful.

At 10pm, Song Yunran came out of the shower and saw that Monica was already lying on the edge of his pillow.

He flung himself onto the bed, hugged Monica tightly, and let out a few painful sighs.

It’s over, when he was taking a shower just now, he remembered the way he had flaunted his power to be a father to Qin Ke, and profoundly experienced what it means to be unable to take back the lost water.

These days, he is simply bouncing on Qin Ke’s lightning point!

Looking at the monica that is still tilting its head and being cute, a strong worry arose in Song Yunran’s heart.

If Qin Ke is really reborn, then when he retaliates, will he not even spare the dog?

No, we can’t just sit back and wait for death.

Song Yunran got up with a start and decided to put the great goal of being a father to one side first, the first priority is to reduce the anger value of Qin Ke. Even if you can’t get out in one piece, at least you can’t hurt the dog that grew up with him.

He turned on his phone camera and clicked a lot of shots at monica.

Then he picked out a few good-looking ones and sent them to Qin Ke: [Look, this is the monica I told you about, isn’t it very cute?

Song Yunran guessed that Qin Ke must still be filming and did not wait for a reply.

He fell back on the pillow, with the Samoyed eyes opposite one another not long after, eyelids gradually felt heavy.

Not knowing how long he slept, he heard the sound of the door opening in a daze.

Who is it? How dare you enter my room without permission?

He muttered a few words of discontent, turned over to jerk the dog off, but only felt the cold bed sheet.

Monica is gone!

Song Yunran was so shocked that he sat up, but found that there were several people standing in the room at some point.

Assistant Tang was holding Monica with a sad face, Zhong Xiaofeng was looking at him in a deep and mysterious way, and the tall figure standing in the middle ……

He rubbed his eyes and fixed his gaze, who else could it be if not Qin Ke?

“Who let you in?” Song Yunran asked unhappily, “Aren’t you filming a movie, what are you doing back in Yan City, do you still want to make money for your father?”

Qin Ke sneered and didn’t say anything.

Assistant Tang stammered: “Xiao, Xiao Song overall…you have, already gone bankrupt.”

Song Yunran: “???”

“Still call him Chief Xiao Song?” Qin Ke finally spoke, his tone was full of indifference, “Zhong Xiaofeng, ask him, whether he likes to jump from a building or into a river.”

Zhong Xiaofeng squeezed his finger bones, not at all like the weak chicken that usually rushes to the weakness of the manuscript, and walked over in a high and proud manner.

Song Yunran was shocked and wanted to get his cell phone to call the police, but he looked around and saw where there was a shadow of a cell phone.

He didn’t know what the maids were doing, so he could only hastily step back, and fell off the bed and didn’t care about the pain. He woefully climbed up and tried to run out.

Zhong Xiaofeng instantly moved to the door, blocked his way, and asked grimly, “Do you know what’s so wrong?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Song Yunran was furious, “You came to my house in the middle of the night and asked me if I knew what was wrong?

Zhong Xiaofeng looked contemptuously: “It seems that you don’t know.”

His eyes looked behind Song Yunran, “What should we do?”

The cold voice of King Yama rang out word by word: “Then throw him down.”

Song Yunran was scared to death, he turned his head to look at his only beloved Assistant Tang. But he only saw the other party looking down and wiping his glasses with his tie, as if trying to pretend to ignore the atrocity.

The three-story villa that he was used to living in long ago became so high at this point.

Song Yunran was carried up by Zhong Xiaofeng, who was as strong as an ox, and set up in the window. He struggled frantically and refused to let go of the edge of the window, but in the end, he was unable to defeat Zhong Xiaofeng’s strength and was forced to open his fingers.

The moment before he fell, he heard Qin Ke say, “Monica is indeed very cute, from now on it is mine.”

“No…!”

A miserable scream that brought tears to those who heard it rang out amidst Song Yunran’s bedroom.

He opened his eyes with a jerk and found himself still lying on the bed, and Monica was licking his hair faithfully.

So it was a dream.

Downstairs, a maid looked at the second floor in confusion, “Mr. Song, was it the young master who was calling just now?”

“He probably lost again playing games.” Song Jidong calmly flipped open the financial magazine, “Don’t mind him.”

Song Yunran, who was not playing games, sat up, swallowed hard and grabbed Monica for a while. It was only when Monica jumped off the bed unhappily that his heart gradually returned to normal.

The wall clock pointed to eleven o’clock, only a few minutes had passed since he sent a message to Qin Ke.

He looked at his phone, Qin Ke had not replied yet.

But the overly realistic dream just now made it impossible for him to wait any longer at ease.

Who knows if that could be a prophetic dream?

Song Yunran has no dog to rub at the moment, so he can only rub his hair.

He thought about it and felt that there was only one way of death waiting in front of him.

After all, even his father, as a kind and friendly person, can be crazy enough to come up with a variety of means of revenge against the villain.

Not to mention Qin Ke, who has personally experienced being forced to be reborn?

Song Yunran still firmly believes that he is not a villain, but in Qin Ke’s eyes, maybe that’s how he really sees him.

Song Yunran dropped his head and was silent for a long time.

After half an hour, he opened the door to his room and slowly went downstairs.

The only thing that was left downstairs was a small lamp for night lighting.

Song Yunran hesitated for half a day, but still did not have the courage to go to the basement to get wine.

He went to the kitchen and searched around, only to find the chef’s cooking wine, but after thinking about it, he took the whole bottle away.

When he returned to the room, a grumpy monica was lying on the spacious hexagonal window.

Song Yunran took his phone and wine and sat down, his long legs lazily propped up on the ground, his eyes staring at the floor.

The long awaited cell phone finally rang at this moment.

Song Yunran took a look and found that Qin Ke did not return a message, but directly popped over a video call.

He cleared his throat and slid open the screen with a broken courage.

The next second the call was connected, Song Yunran frowned.

What the heck, the phone is dark at the other end.

A few more careful glances, only to find that the camera seems to be aimed at a river, the other side of the river vaguely has dull lights flashing, in the night inexplicably showing some of the horror of the atmosphere.

Qin Ke’s low voice came through the phone: “Can you see clearly?”

“What can you see in the dark like this?” Song Yunran was confused.

Qin Ke: “Don’t worry, there’s still half a minute.”

Song Yunran did not want to think blindly, but he always felt that the meaning of Qin Ke’s words translated, is “half a minute to send you down the road”.

He silently stretched out his other hand and unconsciously grabbed the bottle of wine, ready to swallow it down.

What’s the big deal, we’ll be reborn again!

This thought has just risen, and the dark cell phone screen suddenly lit up.

As if by some magic, the night sky was filled with countless streams of fireworks, and the sky was filled with brilliant and beautiful colors.

Song Yunran froze, dumbfounded, watching the fireworks bloom, fall, and rise again like a bright galaxy in his vision.

It wasn’t until the fireworks display was over that he slowly came back to his senses, and his voice carried a bit of confusion after the impact: “Why are you showing me this?”

Qin Ke turned the camera to the front, looking like he was in a hotel room.

He smiled and said, “I just saw your message when I got back from work. The dog is quite cute, but I have nothing to share on my side. It just so happens that Xiao Ke said there is a fireworks display in the town across the street tonight, so let me show you.”

Song Yunran: “?”

Listen to this tone, not like wanting to throw him downstairs.

Could it be that Qin Ke was not reborn and everything was just his rich imagination?

Qin Ke saw that he did not speak, so he took the initiative to speak: “There is something I wanted to ask since a while ago.”

“Hm?” Song Yunran was immediately alert.

Qin Ke pointed at the screen: “Is that a bottle of wine you’re holding?”

Song Yunran: “……”

Embarrassed, looking at the fireworks display was too divine, completely forgetting that he was holding a bottle of rebirth material.

He skimmed the corners of his mouth, pretending to put the bottle of wine to the side in a cloudy manner, explaining, “Don’t misunderstand, this is what Monica took out from the kitchen, I was about to put it back.”

Qin Ke looked at Samoyed lying on the windowsill and smiled a little.

Song Yunran was frightened by his smile, and after thinking about it, he tried to say, “Is the filming of Jianghu Lu almost finished?”

Qin Ke: “One month to go.”

Song Yunran nodded: “Chen Jing has already informed you of new auditions, right?”

“She has mentioned a few things to me.” Qin Ke raised his eyebrows, “What, afraid I won’t have a movie to shoot?”

You are the main character, how can you not have a movie to shoot.

Song Yunran muttered in his heart, but on the surface he asked, “No, I mean, you see the company is very good to you, I, I also…take special care of you, more caring than other artists, isn’t it?”

Qin Ke smiled, ” Xiao Song wants to be a father again?”

Song Yunran swore that this was purely a lie.

He has his whole life in his hands, how can he dare to talk about being a father now?

Although it is true that he wants to be a father.

On the other end of the phone, Qin Ke’s gaze sank.

If in the past, you mentioned this topic, Song Yunran would certainly be excited to catch a few words, not like today, the whole person acts like a sullen gourd, moving and frowning to keep quiet.

It’s not right.

And in Qin Ke’s opinion, this kind of abnormal thing also contains a little bit of familiar vulnerability to him.

A while ago, when he questioned Song Yunran on the set why he was running around, a similar feeling of vulnerability had appeared in Song Yunran’s eyes.

If you take the timeline further back, there was also the time when they were standing underneath the apartment building in the Xicheng upper courtyard, talking about Chu Xiao Chen’s affair.

The last time Song Yunran moved out and Shen Yiyi teamed up to treat the scum, so Qin Ke had no way to judge the authenticity of the story.

However, he still hasn’t figured out why Song Yunran would suddenly pay attention to Cheng Jiaming’s every move.

In his previous life, Song Yunran was an artist at Wan Cheng Film and Television, and he had no interactions with Cheng Jiaming. In this life, he changed his career to manage a company, so there is no reason to take the initiative to befriend Cheng Jiaming.

This kind of clouded feeling makes Qin Ke very uncomfortable.

He didn’t want to keep the status quo and keep guessing what was true or false.

After a few moments of silence, Qin Ke cleared his head. If that strange cloud kept winding around him and Song Yunran, then he would be the one to tear open the cloud. No matter what the result was, he had to make the judgment himself.

” Xiao Song.” Qin Ke spoke without hurry.

The preoccupied Song Yunran raised his head and asked nervously, “What is it?”

Qin Ke’s eyes fell on his clear and troubled eyes.

He lowered his voice and asked seriously, “When Jianghu Lu is finished, I want to come back and invite you for a meal, can I?”

T/N: My first language isn’t English, and there may be some grammatical errors. But I try not to deviate from the author’s narrative. If there are any errors or nonsensical sentences, feel free to comment.