Chapter 91 Come Out

That night, energetic singing and dancing were performed in the Singapore National Indoor Stadium, igniting the enthusiasm of everyone in the venue. Far away in Seoul, South Korea, Jing Rong and Zhang Jingran were entertaining the board of directors and shareholders attending the meeting. No matter how red-faced these old bones were at the meeting and how they tried to find ways to make things difficult for them, they were actually having a great time and toasting each other at the dinner table.

This shareholders' meeting was large in scale, as it concerned the person who would be at the helm of the Xue Group in the next few years or even more than a decade. Jing Rong and Zhang Jingran went for the position of president and vice president respectively. Zhang Jingran's position as vice president was not very popular, but the shareholders had seen Chairman Xue's vision and skills. Zhang Jingran was taught by Chairman Xue personally, and his decisiveness and efficiency had been seen in the past few months. The shareholders were convinced to choose him, but it was rare for Jing Rong to be the president.

Although Jingrong is Chairman Xue's biological daughter, it is reasonable for her to inherit the company, but there are always a few people in every company who are restless. In other words, managers who say they don't want to be bosses are not good employees. Moreover, the bigger the company, the more troublesome things there are. What's more, Jingrong is a girl who has been unreliable for the past twenty years. If she wants to be a qualified heir, her previous behavior is still easy to be criticized. Coupled with the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, the water is becoming more and more muddy.

These people now treated Jing Rong like elders, each one showing more concern for her than the other, their acting skills astonishing Jing Rong. However, their warmth and friendliness only manifested over the wine table; tomorrow, when the meeting continued, they would all turn their backs on her. Jing Rong glanced at Zhang Jingran with self-awareness. Zhang Jingran stood up with a smile, raised his glass, and said, "Seniors, I won't toast to each of you one by one. I wish you all good health and success. I'll drink first."

The others also picked up their glasses and drank a little. Zhang Jingran said, "Don't worry, seniors. After dinner, our president has booked a VIP room in the club. We will make sure you all have a great time!"

The person sitting next to Jing Rong was also a major shareholder. He turned his shrewd eyes to Jing Rong and said with a smile: "This child is as honest as your father!"

"Uncle Chen, you're joking. My dad asked me to learn more from you."

"Your father is just being modest." The man called Uncle Chen by Jing Rong said modestly, but the smile on his face was not at all reserved. Indeed, no matter how powerful President Xue was, he would soon be nothing if he became so ill. The world would still belong to them.

Jing Rong seemed to be chatting enthusiastically with several shareholders, while Zhang Jingran was already toasting everyone one by one. Soon, it was Jing Rong's turn. After drinking a glass with Uncle Chen, Zhang Jingran leaned over to Jing Rong and said in a voice that seemed to be whispering, but everyone could hear it, "You should drink a few less glasses. Later, your Master Zheng will blame me."

Jing Rong glanced at Zhang Jingran with a look of reproach. Just as he was about to speak, Uncle Chen's face darkened and he said, "Jing Rong."

Jing Rong turned around and asked with a smile, "Uncle Chen, do you have any instructions?"

"I can't really say instructions. After all, I've known your father for many years and we've always had a good relationship. You also call me 'uncle', so I'm considered a half-elder, right?"

"Of course."

"Uncle Chen, I'm so shameless, I'm going to say a few words to you. There's talk online about you and that celebrity named Zheng. It's going too far. You need to get involved. After all, Yunying is still an unmarried girl. How can you find a husband with all this talk?!"

"Uncle Chen is right." Jing Rong smiled faintly, "I originally thought so too, but Uncle Zheng Yangxian said not to bother, it will become true sooner or later anyway, so there is no need to waste energy on it."

Jing Rong suddenly read out Zheng's father's name clearly. The scene was suddenly silent for a second. It was extremely awkward at that moment. Even though everyone reacted quickly and tried to cover up the situation, they still couldn't hide their inner shock. The atmosphere at the table was deliberately harmonious and it was a bit unnatural. However, Jing Rong seemed to have noticed nothing and clinked glasses with Zhang Jingran at his ease.

Uncle Chen's face turned even darker. He still didn't believe Jing Rong could be accepted by the Zheng family so easily, so he glanced at him. The man next to him asked, "Jing Rong, I'm not saying anything too much, but for a family like ours, it's better to have a family of equal status. You should think carefully about an official position like Zheng Yangxian."

Jing Rong nodded in agreement: "My father and Uncle Zheng both said so."

Zhang Jingran casually asked Jingrong, "By the way, Jingrong, how are you going to spend the Chuseok Festival the day after tomorrow? Are you going to stay with the president in the hospital?"

"I want to, too, but I've already agreed to go to Uncle Zheng's house."

"That's right." Zhang Jingran nodded. "We're getting engaged soon, so we should really move around more."

"My uncle said the same thing." Jing Rong discovered for the first time that the name "Uncle Zheng" was more useful than bringing up President Xue. The more she called him "Uncle Zheng" affectionately, the uglier the expressions of the others, except Zhang Jingran, became.

Although the media was full of rumors, the shareholders of Xue Group still held on to a lucky mentality. As long as the Zheng family did not make a statement, they would regard this as Jing Rong's wishful thinking, because they really did not want to believe that Jing Rong could actually climb up the big tree of the Zheng family. This was not something that could be described as ordinary and lofty. Since ancient times, the rich have not fought with the officials. This sentence is still true today. However, Jing Rong's firm tone today made them a little suspicious.

Jing Rong seemed to have just noticed that he was chatting with Zhang Jingran, and hurriedly apologized to the others. With Zhang Jingran toasting next to him, the atmosphere quickly became lively again. During this time, Jing Rong went out to answer a phone call. When he came back soon, everyone had almost finished their meal. When they were standing up from their seats, the door of the box opened and Jung Yunho walked in with a smile.

"Jingrong."

Jing Rong stood up, but before he could say anything, Zhang Jingran went up to Zheng Yunhao and shook his hand, saying, "Senior Zheng Yunhao, you came at an unfortunate time. We just finished our meal."

Jung Yunho glanced at Jingrong gently and said, "I'm glad I didn't disturb you."

"Don't bother me, don't bother me. The shareholders were just talking about you." Zhang Jingran deliberately raised his voice and said with a smile, "Everyone is very concerned about the president. They're worried that the recent online news will affect her future."

"That's my fault," Jung Yunho said politely. "I'll go back and discuss it with my father about booking a wedding banquet in advance. I hope everyone will be happy to come." Jung Yunho said this to everyone in the box. Even though the others looked unhappy, they all smiled and nodded, "Of course, of course."

As he spoke, Jung Yunho had already come to Jingrong's side, put his hand on her waist, and asked with concern: "Did you drink a lot of wine?"

"Not much." Jing Rong shook her head and wanted to step away, but Zheng Yunhao calmly put his arm around her shoulders and smiled at the others, "She drank a little too much. In order not to cause trouble to everyone, I'll take her home first. I hope everyone can forgive me."

Everyone knew Zheng Yunhao's identity, and since he was so polite, naturally no one said "no". After a few more pleasantries, Zhang Jingran took the initiative to take over the reception work, and Zheng Yunhao took Jingrong away.

After getting in the car, Jing Rong said, "Actually, there's no need to come all this way. Aren't you very busy these days?"

Jung Yunho smiled and shook his head: "I want to see you."

Jing Rong pursed her lips, said nothing, and turned to look out the window. It was late at night, but the road was still busy with traffic and bright lights, but there were not many pedestrians on the road. Zheng Yunhao turned his head to look at her, and said nothing, but reached out to turn on the car radio. As soon as he turned it on, he heard the broadcast of Big Bang's concert in Singapore. Zheng Yunhao frowned slightly, and glanced sideways at Jing Rong. Seeing that she didn't react at all, he reached out and changed the channel he often listened to. A burst of soft music flowed out, breaking the slightly awkward silence in the car.

Jing Rong leaned her head back on the car seat and closed her eyes. She had been feeling more tired than before these days, probably because she had too many things on her mind. In order to take over Xue's business smoothly, the workload was much heavier than before. Plus... the closer she got to the day of returning home, the more likely some of her reactions would be beyond her control. However, Jing Rong felt that she didn't need to care.

The journey was quite long, and Jung Yunho drove steadily. Jingrong was completely immersed in the quiet melody. When they arrived downstairs of her house, she had fallen asleep. Jung Yunho stopped the car and took the time to look at Jingrong while unbuckling himself. Under the dim light, the fatigue in Jingrong's eyes was still clearly visible. Jung Yunho suddenly couldn't bear to call her, so he slowed down his movements and got out of the car gently. Then he walked around to the passenger seat and unbuckled Jingrong's seat belt. When he looked up, Jung Yunho had no idea, so his lips brushed against Jingrong's red lips lightly. Jung Yunho paused, and couldn't help but think of the time when Jingrong was drunk, it was also in this position and this scene. She hugged his neck and kissed him passionately, her lips were so fragrant and soft, he didn't dare to respond too hard.

Zheng Yunhao raised his head slightly, his lips a few centimeters away from Jingrong's lips. He wanted to hug Jingrong out without distraction, but his eyes stayed on her delicate red lips uncontrollably. It was quiet, with her long breathing and heartbeat ringing in his ears, along with his heartbeat that was getting more and more rapid. Unconsciously, Zheng Yunhao's head lowered more and more, and the position between their lips was getting closer and closer. At the moment when they were about to touch, Jingrong suddenly tilted her head, and Zheng Yunhao's kiss fell on her ear. Zheng Yunhao was a little embarrassed. Just when he was about to explain, he heard Jingrong's low voice: "I'm sorry..."

Jung Yunho paused, smiled slightly, and reached out to rub her slightly messy head: "I was originally thinking of carrying you up, but it seems you won't be able to enjoy this blessing."

Jing Rong smiled cooperatively: "Yeah, so disappointing."

"Come out when you wake up."

Inside the Singapore National Indoor Stadium, the enthusiasm continued to rise. The fans' voices were hoarse, and their faces showed expressions of exhaustion, satisfaction, and enjoyment of these contradictions. However, their eyes were bright, no less than the crown lights in their hands.

The guest performers' programs have all ended, and the last few programs were all by Big Bang. The fans were obviously more excited. After the energetic singing and dancing, there was a slightly quiet but familiar melody. G-Dragon did not dance this time, but sat on the steps closest to the audience. Crazy screams came from the audience, and G-Dragon's name echoed in their ears one after another.

G-Dragon ignored everyone. He sat quietly on the steps, singing while his eyes wandered through the crowd. Although he pretended to be strong and knew that she couldn't appear at this time, he still couldn't help looking for her. Maybe... a miracle would happen?

Hope often comes with disappointment. Quan Zhilong had actually been searching all night. His heart, which hadn't held much hope to begin with, gradually grew colder due to the increasing disappointment. She wasn't there, she really hadn't come. She would never be like before, pretending to disappear just to give him a surprise, and then miraculously appearing in front of him...

There was obvious disappointment in G-Dragon's eyes as he sat on the stage, his gaze even looking ahead with a somewhat empty, unfocused look. These past few days, he had restrained himself from thinking about the past, Jing Rong, and paying attention to the news. But at this moment, he knew very clearly that he had indeed lost something. He had lost her and could never get her back.

It hurts like a knife cutting my heart.

Quan Zhilong suddenly got up from the ground and sang out almost heartbreakingly: "I'm so sorry but I love you are all lies. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand. I need you..."

The performers on stage began dancing again, the photographer faithfully capturing their handsome figures and every expressive expression. On the nearby large screen, the camera lingered on G-Dragon, clearly showing the veins bulging in his forehead as he sang. One could imagine how hard, seriously, and passionately he sang this line. The audience's gaze shifted from everyone's faces to the large screen, and finally, no one missed the glint of light that flickered across G-Dragon's eyes—unclear whether it was tears or sweat.

The concert was a great success. Right after it ended, the media reported how devoted Big Bang was in singing, especially their leader G-Dragon, who even sang his voice hoarse. This made the fans happy but also a little distressed. They were looking forward to the concert the next day even more. Of course, they were also worried about G-Dragon's condition and whether he could bear it the next day.

Less than an hour after the concert ended, G-Dragon's Twitter was flooded with concerns and inquiries. It seems that heartache accounts for a larger part of his feelings than happiness.

When Big Bang finished their concert and returned backstage, 2ne1 surrounded them happily, saying, "That was fantastic! It was truly wonderful!"

cl said, "Especially Jiyong, how did you manage to be in such a good state today? I couldn't stop watching you from the audience!" cl's words made the laughing boys in the audience stop laughing at the same time. cl was a little confused, "What? Did I say something wrong?"

Taeyang glanced at G-Dragon with subtle concern and was about to change the subject when G-Dragon said with a tired look, "No, you guys performed very well today too, thank you."

Park Bom came over and put his arm around Seungri's shoulders: "Let's go celebrate? I know a nightclub that's really fun."

There was some longing in Seungri's eyes, but he didn't express it. Instead, he looked at G-Dragon honestly. Dara also smiled and said, "Yeah, we should celebrate."

G-Dragon couldn't wait to find a quiet place to be alone, his voice a little hoarse, he whispered: "You guys go, I'll go back and rest first." After that, he left without looking back, leaving the unprepared girls looking at each other in bewilderment.

Kong Minzy was also a little confused: "What's wrong with Jiyong today? He performed so well, he should be happy."

Top said seriously: "Because I'm too tired, you guys go have fun, Seungri, take care of everyone."

"Ah, top, what are you going to do?"

"I'm tired too, let's go back and rest." Top said, turning back to look at Taeyang and Dacheng, "Who else wants to leave?"

Dacheng naturally let Taiyang speak first, but when Taiyang saw the disappointment in the girls' eyes, he said, "I'll go with you. Dacheng, Seungri, you take care of everyone."

"Hey, I want to take a break too..." Dacheng hadn't finished protesting when Shengli quickly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Ah, Dacheng, we're all depending on you to take care of us."

Taiyang smiled and walked out quickly with Top. Cl looked at the backs of the big brothers with dissatisfaction: "This is what a big brother is like, and he is so incompetent."

Park Bom took over the rant: "That's right, we made a great contribution today. We're leaving tomorrow. It's not easy, and you didn't even bother to entertain us."

Seungri came over and smiled: "Hey, with the cutest maknae accompanying you guys, what are you unhappy about?"

Dara glanced at Seungri, pulled him in front of him, and asked mysteriously: "Let me ask you, what happened to Jiyong today?"

Seungri played dumb: "What's wrong?"

"He's not in the right state?"

"Really?" Shengli looked at Dacheng in confusion, "Brother, have you discovered it?"

Dacheng also shook his head: "I didn't notice, I think it's pretty good. Besides, didn't CL just say that Jiyong's performance today was the best and most thorough?"

"I don't mean that." Dara blinked, and seeing that Dacheng Shengli and the others still didn't react, he said directly, "I mean, is Zhilong in a bad mood today?"

Seungri decided to play dumb: "How can I be in a bad mood? The concert was such a success."

Dara became anxious and asked more directly: "Tell me the truth, has he not yet gotten over the shadow of his broken heart?"

Dara's sudden question made everyone turn their attention to her. The most surprised one was Kong Minzhi: "No way, sister, isn't Jiyong very normal recently?"

CL caught Seungri and Daesung looking at each other in bewilderment. She looked at them in disbelief: "Could it be that Jiyong's recent indifference was all just an act?!"

Dacheng and Shengli looked at each other and said nothing.

When Top and Taeyang went out, G-Dragon had just gotten into the car and before it started, they opened the back door on the left and right and got in. G-Dragon sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. Top asked the driver to drive, and Taeyang looked at G-Dragon.

"Jilong, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm just a little tired." G-Dragon didn't want to say more. He supported the car window with his left hand and buried his head in his arm. His voice was still hoarse. Taeyang and TOP looked at each other and knew there was no need to ask further. Indeed, they couldn't help with this kind of thing. It all depended on him to get out of it by himself.

The only question is, can he really get out? Or is he willing to get out?

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to have more in this chapter, but it didn't go so smoothly o(╯□╰)o Okay, don't worry, I'll continue tomorrow

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