The sinking boat is so sad that I have no tears to cry.

Miss Song doesn't want to come back, and President Lu has made it clear that no violence is allowed. What else can he...what else can he do?

but……

Thinking about the generous dividends from Lu Corporation every year, Chen Zhou gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and said, "Boss Lu, don't worry, I will definitely bring Miss Song back!"

The corners of Lu Yanzhi's lips, hidden in the shadows, finally moved, but it was still not very clear.

…

Kyoto.

Upon learning that Song Qingyu wanted to find someone to take care of the antiques left by Song's father, Director Tang thought for a long time before saying, "Those antiques are your father's favorites. If you want to take good care of them, you really need to find a professional. But I don't have anyone to recommend at the moment."

"Well... forget it, I'll find a way myself."

"That's too formal," Director Tang said, "I'm your father's friend. If you're in trouble now, come to me and I'll definitely help.

Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you and I'm sure you'll find a suitable person."

Song Qingyu said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Tang."

Director Tang smiled slightly: "I was able to stay in Beijing to develop my career thanks to your father. By the way..."

He hesitated to speak.

"Uncle Tang, you can say whatever you want."

"Since you've said that, then I..." Director Tang scratched his sparse head, "Logically speaking, I'm an outsider, so I shouldn't say this, but... before your father passed away, your mother had always coveted your father's antiques... You'd better keep an eye on it..."

Song Qingyu's heart was stabbed: "Thank you, Uncle Tang, I understand."

"Okay, then go back to work."

Song Qingyu nodded and returned to her workstation with a worried look on her face.

After get off work, Song Qingyu found an agent to look at the house.

Her antiques are still stored at the logistics center, and she needs to find a house to move them into as soon as possible.

The house in the suburbs is far away, and it was already midnight after all the hassles.

Song Qingyu walked alone in the community, and even though there were street lights, she couldn't help but quicken her pace.

When she arrived at her door, she saw two shadowy figures outside and asked warily, "Who is it?"

Two figures walked out from the darkness.

Song Qingyu was startled when she saw the police uniform.

"We are from the A City Police Department. Someone has reported that your company, LS Entertainment, is suspected of being involved in overseas money laundering. Please come with us."

Song Qingyu's mind buzzed: "What did you say?"

"Please cooperate with our investigation. Here are our credentials."

After getting off the plane, Song Qingyu's head finally stopped ringing, but her hands and feet were still cold.

"Wait here for a moment."

A female police officer took Song Qingyu to a small room.

Song Qingyu saw Lu Yanzhi in the room at a glance.

The man sat on the sofa, exuding an unattainable nobility. His face, carefully carved by an artist, showed a rare hint of fatigue.

Seeing Lu Yanzhi here, Song Qingyu didn't feel strange at all.

LS is her and Lu Yanzhi's company.

It is understandable that Lu Yanzhi is here when something happens.

She looked away and sat down on the chair farthest from Lu Yanzhi.

Lu Yanzhi frowned.

After not seeing each other for such a long time, he thought the woman would be happy to see him.

As a result, they treated him as air.

Lu Yanzhi's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and finally—

He stood up, walked in front of Song Qingyu, and stared at her condescendingly.

"Mute? Not even saying hello?"

Lu Yanzhi was too close.

Song Qingyu, who was close, could clearly smell the mint scent on him.

She frowned and looked up to meet Lu Yanzhi's gaze. Her cold eyes no longer contained the infatuation and madness of the past, leaving only an unfathomable calmness.

This made Lu Yanzhi very annoyed.

He raised his hand and held Song Qingyu's chin.

The woman's head was forced to tilt higher, revealing the graceful lines of her shoulders and neck.

The coldness in his eyes deepened.

Lu Yanzhi became even more irritated.

Just then, there was a clear knock on the door.

They both turned around at the same time.

There was a man standing at the door.

Song Qingyu knew him.

Liang Qingqu, the chief lawyer of the Lu Group, was once asked by Lu Yanzhi's mother to find him.

Every time, she was asked to take the money and leave Lu Yanzhi.

Liang Qingqu coughed and said, "I hope I didn't disturb you guys."

Lu Yanzhi frowned, suppressing the unhappiness in his eyes, "Can we go now?"

Liang Qingqu glanced at Song Qingyu, then said, "Mr. Lu, the formalities have been completed, you can leave at any time."

Lu Yanzhi nodded, but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he glanced at Song Qingyu casually.

Song Qingyu sat upright in the chair, motionless.

As if they were nothing but air.

Lu Yanzhi frowned and said, "Song Qingyu, don't you want to say anything?"

Song Qingyu turned a deaf ear to him and even kept her head tilted slightly.

Liang Qingqu, who was standing by, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although he and Song Qingyu didn't have much contact, he knew very well how humble Song Qingyu was in front of Lu Yanzhi.

But the Song Qingyu in front of him did not look like a humble inferior.

Could it be that Song Qingyu returned to Kyoto because she really didn't love Lu Yanzhi anymore?

Even Lawyer Liang, who is known for his rigorous logic and emphasis on respecting objective facts, still does not believe this conclusion.

After all, Song Qingyu's love was too humble.

She simply can't live without Lu Yanzhi.

Being ignored again, Lu Yanzhi finally lost his patience and walked towards the door.

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