Chapter 43. Miss Tang, do you want to pull off something big? ...

Song Moyan has a good reputation in the industry. Although his family background is not as good as Pei Yanli's, he is still the eldest son of the Song family and the future successor of the Song Group.

He is humble and polite in his dealings with others, and has no scandalous affairs, making him a breath of fresh air among the second-generation elites of Yanjing's wealthy families.

Grandpa Tang sifted through the options again and again before finally choosing this one for his granddaughter, only to find out that she already had a boyfriend!

"This is the first time I've heard of this." Tang Yajun was surprised for a moment, then her mind raced. "Hey? Since he already has a girlfriend, then... I don't need to go on blind dates anymore!"

Thinking about it this way, the dark circles under his eyes inexplicably faded a lot, and a smile returned to his face. "Second Master, you can add another half hour to an hour every day to strengthen your leg muscles, but remember not to run or jump, or you will damage your Achilles tendon... Wait a minute."

She suddenly came to her senses, "Your older brother has a girlfriend, so why did he agree to have dinner together on Thursday night?"

Luo Yunqing turned her lips down, silently took the prescription from the table, and pushed Pei Yanli away from the consultation room without saying a word.

As the next patient entered, a rare angry shout rang out from inside the ward: "You bastard, you've tried to scam me into marriage!"

In today's society, being attracted to the same sex is no longer a big deal; it's perfectly legal to get married, but you can't have both.

What do they take her for?

Tang Yajun tried to swallow her anger, but she couldn't bear it any longer. She was about to call the old man who had brought them together to complain.

However, before the number could be dialed, a message was received first.

[Luo Yunqing]: What does Miss Tang plan to do next?

what to do?

This hypocrite should be exposed! He'll be punished for faking a marriage!

[Luo Yunqing]: Do you have any evidence?

His burning rage was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

Tang Yajun couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Yes, there's no evidence; even this is just something Luo Yunqing half-guessed. But is she just going to watch him commit marriage fraud? If he can't fool her, will he try to fool someone else?

Not long after.

[Luo Yunqing]: Miss Tang, do you want to pull off something big?

Tang Yajun stared at that sentence for more than ten minutes, and only after seeing two patients did she take a break to ask, "Do you have any good ideas?"

[Luo Yunqing]: This requires Miss Tang to get involved herself. Weren't we supposed to have dinner together on Thursday?

She has to go.

Tang Yajun did not reply immediately.

After considering it for almost a whole night, I replied around 4:50 the next morning: "Okay."

Then he asked, "What benefits can you get from this?"

Song Moyan is his older brother. Considering that she treated Pei Yanli's leg, he was already being very kind by telling her this. Why... help her turn around and deal with her own brother?

Tang Yajun is no naive young girl.

There must be a reason for this.

It was almost noon when Luo Yunqing finally gave this reason, just two short words: "The Song family."

He never raised any animals, yet he used his marriage to Pei Yanli to drive a project worth nearly 10 billion yuan and made a fortune.

Do you really think this money is so easy to earn? Or do you think he'll do charity indiscriminately?

"You're planning to!" His purpose was far more shocking to Tang Yajun than the fact that Song Moyan was a gay man who had tricked her into marriage.

He quickly put down his phone, took a few deep breaths to calm his pounding heart, and then replied, "I can agree to this, since it concerns me. But I must remind you of one thing: this alone won't put him out of the position of Song's successor."

[Luo Yunqing]: I know.

It has been carefully cultivated for more than 20 years. It's not something that can be abandoned so easily. So, this is just the beginning.

Exit the chat window.

Luo Yunqing scrolled down to Yang Kang, a reporter from Tianxiang Entertainment Weekly, and sent a message: "Brother, I have a job."

…………

Thursday at 8 PM.

Following Luo Yunqing's advice, Tang Yajun changed into an eye-catching, sparkling red dress, paired with a black cashmere coat and matching high heels. Even her curly hair was styled just that afternoon, exuding sophistication and luxury from head to toe.

"Sorry I'm late."

She was almost twenty minutes late.

Song Moyan put down his phone, smiled faintly, and shook his head. He then pulled out a chair for her in an extremely gentlemanly manner. "Miss Tang, you've come at the right time. They've launched a few new dishes today. Would you like to take a look?"

"good."

Song Moyan performed very well throughout, keeping the atmosphere from getting cold and taking care of her feelings in every way.

They get along quite well.

If he wasn't the gay man Luo Yunqing described who was trying to trick her into marriage, Tang Yajun thought that perhaps marrying him wouldn't be so bad.

Anyway... it doesn't matter who I'm with.

But then again, how could she be so sure that Luo Yunqing wasn't lying to her for the position of Song family successor?

Tang Yajun pondered for a moment, then put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Song, have you ever been in a relationship before? With a girlfriend or... boyfriend?"

Across from him, the hand holding the knife and fork paused.

It was very fast; in the blink of an eye, Song Moyan had put it down and replied with a smile, "I'm usually quite busy with work, so I don't have time."

Tang Ya-yun pressed for details: "So, you don't have it?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I see." Tang Yajun stared at his hands, which were clasped together and rubbing together repeatedly, after he released his knife and fork. Her smile deepened. "Looks like I'm the first one."

The hand that was caressing stopped.

"Miss Tang..."

Just kidding.

Just then, her phone vibrated. Tang Yajun took it out of her bag, turned off the alarm, and put it to her ear. "Huh? There's surgery? Okay, I'll be right there."

She turned off the screen and stood up: "I'm so sorry, a patient suddenly came to the hospital. How about I put this meal on my tab?"

Song Moyan stood up and said, "I'll see you out."

"No need." Tang Yajun took out her keys from her bag and shook them. "I drove here."

I put on my coat, grabbed my bag, and left.

As Tang Yajun walked out of the restaurant, the smile on her face vanished instantly.

Soon after, I received a message from Luo Yunqing: Filming is finished. Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Tang.

[Tang Yajun]: Not hard work, but a hard life.

It has not yet been confirmed that Song Moyan is a gay man who committed marriage fraud, but that one sentence is enough to prove that he is full of lies.

Sure enough, dating and marriage are not a good fit for her at all.

still……

"Oh? Isn't this Miss Tang?" A black Audi A6 had just driven past when it slowly reversed and stopped beside her.

The passenger window rolled down, and Chen Zhao leaned out from the driver's seat. "What are you doing here? And..."

He quickly scanned the car up and down, and found that the passenger door had already been opened, and Tang Yajun had gotten in.

"It's a bit cold." She wrapped her coat tighter and shivered. "Is there a warm place, preferably where I can get a good meal?"

Ten minutes later, Tang Yajun, dressed in a haute couture gown, stood in front of the mala tang restaurant, her gaze lingering on Chen Zhao.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't you say it's warm and we can eat well? Isn't this it?"

Pushing open the door, the store was filled with swirling steam. It was nine o'clock, but there were still quite a few people. The owner turned around and said, "Welcome, there are seats available, please sit wherever you like." When he saw Chen Zhao, his eyes lit up. "Oh! Secretary Chen is here."

Chen Zhao nodded and found a two-seater table.

"Well done, Xiao Chen, you're a regular customer now." Tang Yajun hadn't had mala tang in a long time, and the smell made her crave it.

That French meal we just had felt like we hadn't eaten anything at all.

Chen Zhao skillfully picked up a small bowl and tongs, shaking his head as he picked up some food: "You don't understand, mala tang is definitely the best food in the world."

Back when I was working with my boss abroad, it was difficult to find authentic local food.

Now—"Having a boss lady is great!"

He can finally take a break and eat spicy hot pot again.

"Your boss's wife..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just give me more bok choy."

…………

Before we knew it, it was the day before New Year's Eve.

The auditorium had been decorated well in advance.

The drama club members ate dinner a little early, and then rushed to the auditorium with their costumes and props to start their makeup.

With a large number of participants from both schools combined, they could only be divided into two dressing rooms.

Luo Yunqing changed her clothes and had just sat down in front of the mirror when she saw Song Xuechen sneaking out. At the same time, a new message came in on her phone: "As you said, I took the initiative to ask him out, but he said he had a meeting."

"Oh? Who messaged you? Second Master?" Yang Ying was about to apply makeup to him after trying on the color when her phone started ringing. It was hard not to notice.

Pei Yanli also sent him two messages.

[Husband]: The meeting is over, I'm on my way, I'll be there in about ten minutes.

The party hadn't started yet.

Luo Yunqing first sent a "Okay~", and then responded to Yang Ying's words: "Also, for my husband, the doctor who treats his legs, she is not on duty today, so please come and watch the show."

While speaking, he sent the other party his location: "Dr. Tang, come and take a look, and you'll know who his partner is."

Song Moyan arrived at almost the same time as Pei Yanli.

If you meet in the parking lot, you'll inevitably have to say hello.

"Second Master came here to..." Song Moyan paused, then chuckled, "to see Xiao Qing's performance?"

Upon seeing him, Pei Yanli couldn't help but recall what Xiao Luo had said at the hospital a few days ago. She asked him a few more questions, but he brushed her off.

But based on his understanding of Xiao Luo, he would never make things up without evidence. This Song Moyan, who already has a girlfriend, still went on a blind date with Tang Yajun. He doesn't know what Tang Yajun was thinking.

Are you just missing his message because you receive too many messages every day?

Pei Yanli nodded without changing her expression, and asked in return, "Aren't you the same?"

"……yes."

As they were talking, they had just reached the back door of the auditorium when their lie was ruthlessly exposed.

"Brother!" Song Xuechen hugged her arms and breathed on them.

Upon seeing the person in the distance, he grinned, but then noticed the wheelchair beside him, and his face turned deathly pale.

Pei Yanli has arrived too!

He wouldn't have told his brother about what happened last time, would he?

Pei Yanli turned her gaze away from the doorway and saw Song Moyan touching his nose twice in an attempt to cover up his misunderstanding; she then vaguely guessed what was going on.

He gave a soft chuckle: "Chen Zhao, let's go."

Holding the flowers, I walked past without looking to the side.

Luo Yunqing had finished his makeup. He was naturally fair-skinned and didn't need much foundation. He only put some effort into his eyes, matching his hair color and even painting his eyelashes milky white. With his eyes slightly lowered and his hands on his knees, he sat on the chair, looking like a kind god who felt sorry for humanity's suffering.

But in reality, the situation is quite the opposite.

Even more so, the moment Pei Yanli uttered "Xiao Luo," her compassionate emotions vanished abruptly, and she rushed over, calling out, "Husband~"

"Don't rub it!" Yang Ying chased after him anxiously. "If you rub it, your foundation will be ruined."

Luo Yunqing stopped in time, reluctantly withdrawing her outstretched hands. Pei Yanli squeezed them, handed over the carefully selected roses, and coaxed, "Perform first."

"All right."

I brought him a gift, but I didn't forget the others either.

Soon after, the other flowers arrived, a bouquet of lilies and tulips for each person.

Wow! Even we have them!

Inside the dressing room, whispers of smug delight rose and fell.

"Thank you, Second Master!"

"I wish you a successful performance." Pei Yanli then turned her attention to Luo Yunqing. "By the way, I ran into your older brother on the way here, he..."

They arrived at the same time, and the flowers he ordered had already arrived, but he didn't show up.

Luo Yunqing knew what was going on without even thinking, and feigned surprise: "How strange, Big Brother, you actually came?"

Song Moyan didn't appear until just before the show was about to start.

"Is the auditorium too big, brother..." Luo Yunqing glanced at his slightly wrinkled collar, then quickly looked away. "Are you lost?"

"I have something to take care of." Song Moyan awkwardly turned his head away. "It's been cold lately, and my mother isn't feeling well, so she asked me to come and check on you. I wish you and Xiaoxue a successful performance."

"Oh." Luo Yunqing slowly fiddled with the flowers in her arms.

Song Moyan immediately noticed that it was the bouquet that Pei Yanli had brought. Not only that, there were also bouquets on every dressing table.

He hadn't prepared anything.

"Oh, right," Song Moyan quickly added, "My mother asked me to ask you if you're coming home for the New Year. She misses you."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Song Xuechen, who had changed her clothes, appeared outside the door, unconsciously clenching her long robe.

“No need for New Year’s Eve.” Luo Yunqing picked at the roses a couple more times and placed them on the dressing table. “Second Master and I have to go back to the old house to keep Grandpa company, but… after the New Year, Second Master and I can go back for a visit.”

Song Moyan: "That's fine too."

The performance was about to begin. Luo Yun straightened her robe and prepared to go backstage. As she passed by him, she asked with feigned suspicion, "Mother, don't you have my contact information?"

However, since September 29th, only one message has been sent.

On the second day of their marriage, she told him to serve the Second Master well, to be obedient, and not to anger him.