After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 691 - 689: Must seize this opportunity!

This is Mr. Song himself handing the opportunity right to her!

She must seize this opportunity!

That’s what Xiao Jinglan thought, and her whole being became excited.

She left the hospital immediately, and without a second thought, she quickly sent the good news to Xiao Mo.

Meanwhile, as soon as Xiao Jinglan had left, Mr. Song sat up from his sickbed.

He didn’t look the slightest bit frail, and the doctor standing by looked at Mr. Song with an exasperated expression.

"You just sit up right after she leaves; aren’t you afraid of giving yourself away?"

Mr. Song waved his hand dismissively.

"Do I not know Xiao Jinglan? When she heard that I was giving her the rights to the Song Mansion, she must have been overjoyed. How could she pay any attention to this old man?"

The doctor just shrugged noncommittally.

He certainly knew everything about the Song Family; otherwise, he wouldn’t have helped Mr. Song deceive Xiao Jinglan.

He sighed and then looked at Mr. Song, "So what’s the plan now? Are you just going to watch as she and Xiao Mo turn Song Group upside down?"

Mr. Song shrugged, somewhat helplessly, "Rather than letting them shoot us in the back, it’s better to let them jump around openly within Song Group. It makes it easier to catch them and permanently deal with them in one go."

What they wanted was nothing more than the president’s position of Song Group, as well as the power and money it brings.

For Song Sinian, these were neither here nor there; even without Song Group, with Song Sinian’s capabilities, he could build his own business empire.

As for Xiao Mo, even if he became president of Song Group, the company would probably be on the decline.

His true capabilities might be unclear to him, but that doesn’t mean others can’t see through him.

The crafty old foxes on the board are not so easily fooled, unlike those shallow-eyed people who are swayed by a few provocative words and act as Xiao Mo’s pawns.

Thinking of this, Mr. Song suddenly remembered something; it seemed he hadn’t yet informed Song Sinian about the situation here.

Mr. Song directly picked up the cellphone beside his bed and dialed Song Sinian’s number.

"Dial tone..."

The phone was quickly answered.

"Hello? Where are you now?" As soon as the call connected, Mr. Song’s voice couldn’t wait to come through.

The person on the other end was silent for a moment before answering Mr. Song truthfully, "Zhaozhao and I have already arrived in Country E. Nothing’s gone wrong at home, has it?"

Of course, Song Sinian’s words were just a formality. Zhao Xi was always in the country and naturally aware of the situation there.

Especially regarding Mr. Song, he had specially assigned someone to keep watch, fearing Xiao Jinglan and her son might get desperate and target Mr. Song.

Mr. Song snorted, "You just ran off, leaving me, an old man, to deal with them back home, huh!"

"If you don’t want to deal with them, just play unconscious and lie in the hospital bed," Song Sinian’s languid voice came through the phone, mainly to annoy Mr. Song.

Here he was, sparring theatrically with Xiao Jinglan and her son, and this damn kid wasn’t just unsympathetic but also offering up cold comfort.

Mr. Song couldn’t help but roll his eyes dramatically. "Forget it, sparring with them is exhausting enough for me, and now you want me to play unconscious? What a joke!"

If he really played unconscious, he would have to stay in the ward 24 hours a day, which would be suffocating to him!

He was already embarrassed enough not being able to go abroad with Lu Zhaozhao, now they wanted him to just lie in a hospital bed? No way.

Song Sinian chuckled lightly, his voice lifting, "So, what’s the purpose of your call? It can’t just be to complain, right?"

This certainly didn’t fit Mr. Song’s usual style of doing things.

He really liked his grandson, but not to this clingy extent.

Mr. Song cleared his throat awkwardly, "Of course, I’m calling about something else. Xiao Jinglan came to the hospital today... are you planning to just let them take control of the Song Mansion that easily?"

Although there was a plan to catch them all at once, why did he feel somewhat annoyed?

Song Sinian’s eyebrows lifted, "Letting them take the power of the Song Family so easily does seem a bit too generous..."

Hearing this, a pair of wrinkled eyes lit up, "I knew you had something up your sleeve! Come on, tell me what you’re planning to do next."

Mr. Song was already eagerly rubbing his hands together.

Song Sinian felt a bit of a headache coming on as he rubbed his temples.

He didn’t know if it was Lu Zhaozhao’s influence, but these once-staid family members were starting to act out of character.

Song Sinian wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He sighed silently but slowly began to speak, "I’ve already arranged for Pei Huai to handle this matter. You don’t need to worry. In a few days, someone you’re familiar with will appear; just don’t get scared when the time comes."

Mr. Song scoffed at this, "At my age, what can these little tricks do to scare me?"

Song Sinian couldn’t help but chuckle, "Well, you can wait to say that until you meet that person."

Hearing Song Sinian’s words, Mr. Song’s brows nearly instantly knotted up; he had thought Song Sinian was joking, but from the tone of the youngster, this matter seemed serious.

"Why don’t you just tell me in advance? Why make me guess?" Mr. Song grumbled discontentedly.

There was silence from the other end, and all Mr. Song could do was sigh resignedly and ask, "So... can you reveal just a tiny bit?"

After all, he hadn’t expected his eldest grandson to really tell him.

He had figured it out; Song Sinian was probably worried he’d be idle in the country, so he was providing him with some entertainment!

Song Sinian, aware of Mr. Song’s pitiable tone, couldn’t help but snicker, then he reminded him, "It’s related to my mom, but it’s not her."

He had originally intended to caution Mr. Song, worrying his grandfather might mistake Feng Xixi for his mother. If anything were to truly shock him, then it wouldn’t be good.

Mr. Song had never dreamed it would have anything to do with Feng Xiran; after all, she had been dead for so many years.

He didn’t have much affection for this daughter-in-law; her character was too soft, bullied by her family but never knowing to fight back.

He had supported her in the past, but Feng Xiran just didn’t get it, which was why Song Sinian had such a hard time growing up.