Chapter 2: Is she treating you badly?

Tang Ran stared straight at her, her eyes churning with intense, dark emotions.

Song Zhixu turned her head away, avoiding her gaze.

Tang Ran was clearly not fully awake and had mistaken the person for someone else.

The act of escaping seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism, and Tang Ran grabbed Song Zhixu's torn clothes again.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Tang Ran's body trembled slightly as she asked, "Why?"

His voice was hoarse from crying, and his words were filled with intense resentment.

Tang Ran's overwhelming sorrow rushed towards Song Zhixu like a tidal wave. She sighed inwardly and asked, "Was she not good to you?"

She was in a relationship with Song Wuqi. Song knew that she had heard about it from her mother, Jiang Mei. Tang Ran's mother, Tang Wanru, had some contact with Jiang Mei.

Upon learning that they were together, Jiang Mei happily called Song Zhixu immediately and also urged Song Zhixu to join in, since Song Wuqi was Song Zhixu's niece who was seven years younger than her.

Due to the company's business restructuring, Song Zhixu has spent most of his time either in Beijing or abroad over the past year.

She only returned to Jiangcheng twice and didn't pay special attention to their affairs.

In the phone call she received yesterday, Jiang Mei also told her that Tang Ran and Song Wuqi were getting along well and that they were planning to get married.

But the current scene doesn't seem to match what her mother described at all.

Tang Ran appeared to have woken up, but her consciousness was still unclear.

She didn't answer Song Zhixu's question, but just looked at her stubbornly, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Why have you been lying to her all this time?

Why won't the Tang family let her go even after they've gone bankrupt?

Why must you ruin her family?

Tang Ran clung tightly to Song Zhixu's collar, and Song Zhixu gave a slight twitch of his lips.

He didn't voice his rebuttal, but instead followed Tang Ran's logic and reassured her, "I was wrong."

Within an hour of meeting, this person had already cried twice.

Tang Ran stared at her blankly, understanding her words. As she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes.

Large tears slid down her cheeks, hitting the ground and scattering like broken pearls.

"Don't cry."

Song Zhixu raised his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears, but paused.

He changed the direction of his arm and patted Tang Ran's back to help her catch her breath.

Unable to suppress her sobs any longer, Tang Ran leaned against Song Zhixu's shoulder, her gasps growing more rapid until they finally turned into heart-wrenching wails.

Song Zhixu was not a cold-hearted person, and upon hearing such crying, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

How deeply must someone so cheerful and outgoing have been hurt to cry so bitterly?

After an unknown amount of time, the sobbing gradually stopped, the entryway light dimmed little by little, and the only light in the room was the neon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A soft, cold touch landed on Song Zhixu's collarbone, and before she could even process it, a sharp, stinging pain quickly spread across the skin below her neck.

Tang Ran bit her with all her might, and Song Zhixu could even feel the sharp tip of her teeth piercing through her skin.

Song Zhixu gasped in pain.

Half an hour later, the door to room 1902 was opened.

When passing by the elevator, Song Zhixu did not go in, but went directly to 1901 across the street.

Scan your fingerprint to enter.

Special assistant Jiang Lin called.

Song Zhixu has four secretaries and one special assistant. The secretaries mainly handle work-related matters.

In addition to working with the four secretaries, the special assistant also takes on some of the duties of a personal assistant.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Xu from Wanrun is returning to Guangzhou the day after tomorrow. Do you need me to book a flight for you for tomorrow afternoon?"

Song's supermarket chain, Jiahe, intends to expand into the Guangzhou market. Song Wuqi has been busy for the past few months with Jiahe's acquisition of the long-established Guangzhou supermarket chain, Daning.

Wanrun is one of the leading commercial real estate developers in Guangzhou. With Mr. Xu taking the lead, it will be of great benefit to both the acquisition of Daning and the subsequent market development.

Song Zhixu bent down to take off her high heels, and the movement of reaching out aggravated the wound on her collarbone, causing a sharp pain.

She frowned. "Let's not go to Guangzhou for now."

"OK."

Jiang Lin didn't ask any more questions and hung up the phone decisively.

Although she didn't know why her boss suddenly changed his plans, as a seasoned and experienced assistant with many years of experience, she was able to keenly perceive the subtle changes in her boss's emotions.

The expansion of the Guangzhou market was a project that Master Wan used to test Song Wuqi, and the boss also intended to cultivate this niece.

Now that she has suddenly changed her attitude and stopped offering help, it's highly likely that Manager Song did something to displease her.

Song Zhixu hung up on Jiang Lin and dialed another number directly.

"Little Aunt."

The phone rang several times before Song Wuqi answered it; her voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Send the initial negotiation materials from Da Ning to my email address."

Song Zhixu unbuttoned the third button, letting the collar open to prevent the clothes from rubbing against the wound.

"OK."

Upon receiving a call from his aunt, still about work, Song Wuqi sat up straight as if facing a formidable enemy, distancing himself from Ye Xiaoyu.

Ye Xiaoyu bit her lip, shyly clutching her loose collar.

Upon receiving a reply, Song Zhixu immediately pressed the call button.

She went to the study to find the first-aid kit and then called Murong Yi back.

"Darling, you've arrived? I'll have Xiao He pick you up right away." Murong Yi's voice was excited, and it was clear she had a lot of fun.

Barely able to make out her words from the noisy background, Song Zhixu held the receiver further away before replying.

"Something came up and I'm unable to go today."

"No, please."

Murong Yi let out a dry wail and began to complain, "You finally came back to Jiangcheng, and we haven't seen you for almost a month! You have no idea how much we miss you! They say a day without..."

Song Zhixu interrupted her rambling, "I had Jiang Lin find the tickets for Zhongyi's concert. Come to Shengming Mansion to pick them up tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi immediately changed her tune, "Song Zhixu, I really love you so much!"

Murong Yi's girlfriend from a while ago is a die-hard fan of a popular singer.

The girl stayed up several nights in a row but still couldn't get concert tickets. She ran to Murong Yi and cried, so Murong Yi asked Song Zhixu to find her two insider tickets.

"But why are you living in that small apartment in Shengming Mansion?"

"That's all for now, I have other things to do."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhixu immediately took off her shirt, picked up her first-aid kit, and went to the washbasin.

Her body is perfectly toned from years of exercise, and her toned abdomen has enviable curves.

Dark red teeth marks were deeply embedded in the collarbone, and the skin in the center of the canine tooth's depression had been broken, oozing fine beads of blood.

After treating his wound, Song Zhixu's phone screen lit up; it was an email from Song Wuqi.

She opened the document, quickly skimmed through it, pointed out about ten places that needed to be changed, and sent it back to Song Wuqi.

On the other side, Song Wuqi received the email and his face darkened.

Tomorrow is the day for negotiations. If all the points pointed out by Song Zhixu need to be changed, she and her team won't be able to sleep tonight.

However, Song Zhixu's suggestion was indeed better than the original one, and Song Wuqi had no reason to refute it.

The sun rises in the east, and it's a new day.

'When the sun comes out, I climb the hill; when I reach the top, I want to sing…'

A fair arm peeked out from under the covers, fumbled around the pillow for a while, and finally found the phone neatly placed on the bedside table.

"Hello."

Tang Ran replied vaguely with her eyes closed.

"Tsk tsk, how did your voice get so hoarse!"

The woman on the other end of the phone immediately adopted a gossipy tone, "Hurry up and confess! Did you and Song Wuqi do 'that' last night?"

"Sweetie?"

Tang Ran recognized the voice on the other end of the phone. She sat up abruptly and asked in surprise, "Are you alright?"

Miao Tiantian and her first love, Yu Qing, had a complicated relationship that lasted for many years, breaking up and getting back together, but in the end, they didn't end up together, and she developed depression.

She hadn't heard Miao Tiantian speak in such a relaxed tone in a long time.

"What do you mean 'all better'? My cold is all better now. Don't try to change the subject. Just tell me the truth. Xiao Lu saw it yesterday. It was Song Wuqi who came to pick you up."

Xiao Lu is a bartender at "He" bar, but he resigned two years ago and returned to his hometown.

In addition, Miao Tiantian had a fight with Song Wuqi because of her, and never called Song Wuqi by his name in front of her again.

"Judging from your voice, you must have been exhausted last night. Oh dear, when I get back from my business trip, I'll definitely have a big celebration. Congratulations to our little Tang for finally breaking her vegetarian diet after 22 years of eating vegetarian food."

The similar words struck like lightning, instantly dispelling the doubts in Tang Ran's mind.

I was twenty-two years old, that was three years ago.

"Wait a minute." Tang Ran suddenly opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.

Colorful cartoon murals, a Pikachu doll in the corner.

This is not the villa where she lived after marrying Song Wuqi, but her apartment in Shengming Mansion.

Shengming Mansion was a birthday gift Tang Ran received when she turned eighteen. She loved the apartment very much, and the interior decoration was carefully designed according to her preferences.

To pay off family debts, Tang Ran sold the apartment at a low price after the family went bankrupt.

Tang Ran never expected that she would return to Shengming Mansion.

"Hey! Hey! Tang Ran, what are you doing?"

Miao Tiantian's voice came through the microphone.

"Sweetie, I have something to do. I'll call you back later."

Tang Ran hurriedly hung up the phone and held it up to her eyes.

The Fungo 7th generation is a product from three years ago.

Tang Ran paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on the black screen. She subconsciously swallowed and pressed her thumb against the wake-up button on the right.

With her left hand gripping the blanket tightly and her right hand trembling slightly as she held the phone, Tang Ran took a deep breath and pressed her thumb down.

The screen lights up, and on the familiar cartoon background, the date is May 21st, three years ago.