"Isn't that right? Aren't these videos of mine really healing? You're not crying anymore, so don't be too sad. Everyone has ups and downs in life. Although I haven't experienced it, I believe you will definitely get through this. I think you have a high level of understanding. Do you want to join my media company?"

Song Qingmo's smile was so flamboyant that Su Muxue was stunned. Song Qingmo was the type of person whose smile was gentle and elegant yet bright. When he didn't smile, he would appear aloof and distant. This smile was like three days of warm spring, melting the ice and snow.

Su Muxue suddenly blurted out, "Song Qingmo, it would have been great if you had come to that banquet. Maybe if I had chosen you, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

Song Qingmo was a little scared in his heart. "Don't fall for me. I might make a bigger fuss than Mu Hengshi. And your father did something wrong. I might send him to jail." Song Qingmo didn't say these words. After all, Su Muxue was so fragile. If he said them, she would definitely try to commit suicide.

"Okay, would you like to consider what I'm telling you? This way, you won't have to be controlled by others anymore. Strong women are cool. Besides, the employees in my company are all very kind and will definitely not make things difficult for you."

"Okay, I'll try," Su Muxue decided. Instead of being an abandoned child of the Su family and being unwelcome, and having to depend on others to make a living, why not find a way to make a living for herself?

"Thank you, Song Qingmo, but I still want to ask you, since I'm so pretty, won't you consider it again?" Because Su Muxue had a clear direction, she was no longer as timid as before and returned to her lively and smart self.

"Come on, come on, I'd better forget it. If my parents hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted to become a monk and live a pure life. Don't let my love lead to nowhere." When Song Qingmo heard what Su Muxue said, he crossed his arms and stepped back, looking at me as if to say, "Don't come over here."

Su Muxue looked at Song Qingmo and was amused by him again. "Don't worry, but if you really can't find anyone, why not consider me."

Song Qingmo resumed his usual pretentious demeanor, quickly managing his expression, and handed the business card in his pocket to Su Muxue, then walked towards the banquet hall. "Okay, if you need anything in the future, come find me. This is my business card, keep it."

Su Muxue quietly watched Song Qingmo's receding back, clutching the business card tightly. What she had just said unintentionally was true: how much better it would have been if Song Qingmo had come.