If he had truly wanted to marry Jin Zhiya, he could have married her six or seven years ago when he insisted on bringing her back to the Song Family.
But now six or seven years have passed, and he's nearly fifty years old, yet he suddenly made such a decision at this time.
If you say there's no ulterior motive, she would certainly not believe it.
Song Yan looked at Jin Zhiya expressionlessly, "I can stay."
Jin Zhiya's face showed a smile, about to speak, when Song Yan hit her with two cold words, "You go."
Jin Zhiya's expression stiffened, and the smile on her face gradually faded away.
She glanced awkwardly at Song Chengye, then said, "Yanyan, you have always misunderstood me, I and your dad..."
"I have a name." Song Yan coldly interrupted her, "My name is Song Yan, not Yanyan."
Hearing this nickname would only make her recall that foolish and stupid past of her childhood.
If it hadn't been for Jin Zhiya's interference, her mother would not have divorced Song Chengye.
Her mother treated Jin Zhiya as a close friend, as a confidante, but who would have thought, her own marriage would be destroyed by the person she trusted the most.
What disgusted her the most was that back then, she even called this woman Aunt Zhiya.
Thinking about it now, she really wanted to slap herself in the face.
Song Yan took a deep breath, and her gaze inadvertently swept over the wedding invitation again, immediately feeling a surge of anger.
"I don't care what you do, but there is only one bottom line for me, your Mrs. Song can only be my mother," then her cool voice echoed in the study, "If you dare to marry her, I dare to make you a widower!"
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Song Chengye asked Jin Zhiya to go out first.
With the door closed, only the father and daughter were left in the study.
Song Chengye sat down and motioned for her to do the same, but she, as if she hadn't heard, crossed her arms and turned her head, looking indifferently to the side.
Song Chengye spoke in an even tone, "Song Yan, I want to talk to you. Let's both calm down a bit, it's time we father and daughter had a proper talk."
"If you're trying to persuade me, then there's no need." Song Yan spoke indifferently, "I've already laid out my terms. If you want to go from wedding to funeral, then go ahead."
Song Chengye looked at her.
Her temperament was indeed just like her mother's.
Otherwise, their marriage would not have come to this point today.
"Song Yan, how about I give you two choices, too?"
Song Yan looked coldly at him, waiting for him to continue.
"One, you return to the Song Family, and I can promise not to marry Zhiya, and we'll keep our original relationship unchanged."
Song Yan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
And if she doesn't?
Song Chengye's expression grew a few shades darker, and then he finished the second half of the sentence, "Or, you can get lost forever, never think about returning to the Song Family, and it won't be your business who I marry."
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Song Yan swiftly made her way downstairs.
Jin Zhiya was also in the living room when she descended.
Seeing Song Yan coming down, she stood up from the sofa, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression somewhat complex as she looked at her.
Song Yan didn't even pause for half a second on her, striding forward in her high heels without a sideways glance, heading straight for the exit.
Just when she reached the doorway, someone happened to be rushing towards the house as well.
Seeing the other person, they both paused, stopping in their tracks.
The man in front of her was 1.88 meters tall, dressed in a white shirt, carrying his suit jacket in hand, with black hair neatly cut, and under his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of ink-dyed eyes stared intensely at her.
After a long standoff, Song Yan lifted her foot and continued to walk outside.
As she passed by him, she heard him finally speak, "Are you leaving?"