Chapter 79 - Marriage Meeting (1) (1/2)

Song Ren was reviewing the labs within her company building wearing a lab coat and goggles, when Yang Minzhe stepped to her side suddenly, wearing protective gear.

”What is it?” she asked him in a whisper. She didn't want to distract the employees with their conversation, so they stepped into a corner. Yang Minzhe appeared to be worried. ”Your father. He's here and wants to see you,” he said.

Song Ren clenched her fingers around her clipboard. She nodded, trying to register what may come. ”All right,” she began, ”but he has to wait for me. The company comes first, and he came without notice.” Yang Minzhe hesitated because he was the one who was going to relay the message. He then scurried away from the lab, heading towards the primary office.

Song Ren proceeded to work, clipboard in hand, though, it was difficult to concentrate.

After she finished, a few hours passed. She returned to her office, but Song Rui was not waiting there. A CEO would never wait for anyone.

Song Ren stepped into her office, paging Yang Minzhe to escort her father into the room. Shortly, Song Rui came in with Yang Minzhe, before her secretary excused himself quickly.

Song Ren gestured her father to take a seat in the chair in front of her desk. But, she didn't sit in her chair, as she didn't want to act like she was above him. Song Ren wasn't. She always respected her father since she was a child, wanting to be like him, but now, things were different; she changed.

Song Ren leaned back to sit against her desk, folding her arms underneath her chest. She hadn't seen him a while, and up close, his black hair was beginning to pepper with grey, silver streaks. His face worn, but still tight, despite his age. He had no laugh lines, no wrinkles. His gold-flecked eyes dimmed to a caramel brown.

Song Ren wasn't sure what to say. ”How was your visit to the company?” she began. Song Rui looked at her, calm and reserved. ”It's steady, some improvements, but I would say the risks you're taking are rather amateur.” Song Ren tried to maintain composure; she knew her father would critique her work; it's been like that for years.

”Is there a reason you want to see me?” she asked.

”You haven't been home,” he began deeply, ”Are you still seeing that boy?” he asked.

Song Ren wasn't the type to lie. ”Yes,” she said.

Her father thought for a moment, ”I see,” he began. ”Then I think it's time to make new arrangements for the company's leadership and management.”

”What?” she questioned, her eyes flashed surprised.

”I don't think that you longer qualify as president or heir,” Song Rui told her with an eery calmness.

”Then who would take my place?” she retorted, angrily.

”Jun,” he said.

”He's only eighteen,” Song Ren's voice rose, ”He won't know what to do. Plus his interests are still diverted. He may not even want a company position anymore.”

”He will learn,” Song Rui responded. ”Just as you did.”

Song Ren thought for a moment. ”What do you want?” she asked.

”Mhm?” Song Rui questioned, slightly smug. Song Ren rolled her eyes, ”Out with it, dad.”

Song Rui looked at her as if he was going to win. ”I want you to attend a marriage meeting.”