Chapter 82

A sweet idol drama was playing on the second floor, while a war without gunpowder was being demonstrated on the first floor.

"Boss Lian, can we sign after dinner?"

Jiang Zhifan asked the waiter to clear the table. Seeing that the table was clean, she took out the agreement and pen from her bag and pushed them towards Lian Gao.

Lian Gao glanced at the things on the table, then looked at Jiang Zhifan who was smiling face to face across from him.

He picked up the document and flipped through two or three pages at random until he reached the last page. Then he looked up at Jiang Zhifan and said, "Hey, but I don't want to sign here." As he said that, Lian Gao put the agreement down and pushed it back to its original place.

"How about we go sit at the bar for a while?"

"Just sign here. I don't want to waste your time." Jiang Zhifan still maintained a professional smile.

Lian Gao hissed and said, "I don't want to use a pen here. What should I do?"

Jiang Zhifan felt the smile on his face instantly stiffen. He stared at the man opposite him for about a minute, then took a deep breath and replied, "Okay, then it's as you wish."

After saying that, she stood up and left without waiting for Lian Gao.

Lian Gao looked at Jiang Zhifan's angry expression and said cheerfully, "I've been drinking and can't drive."

It means asking Jiang Zhifan to give him a ride.

Jiang Zhifan was annoyed when he heard this, but he still kept smiling and said to him, "I'll take a taxi back to get the car first."

She had originally driven here, but because Lian Gao said he wanted to eat, she walked with him for half an hour before arriving at the restaurant. She didn't know what his intentions were, was he trying to embarrass her?

Lian Gao looked at the high heels on her feet. Although the heels were not high, he suddenly felt embarrassed when he thought about how she had walked with him for so long.

"Well, I'll go with you. You don't have to come to pick me up later." Lian Gao walked quickly and kept up with Jiang Zhifan's pace.

Jiang Zhifan rolled his eyes where he couldn't see.

She hadn't wanted to pick him up in the first place.

It doesn't matter, don't be angry, after signing, she will immediately delete this man! They will never have any contact again.

Jiang Zhifan comforted herself in her heart that Lian Gao had caught up and was now standing next to her.

Lian Gao suddenly didn't know what to say, so the two of them stood quietly on the side of the road without saying a word.

A few minutes later, the car arrived. Jiang Zhifan opened the door and said, "Mr. Lian, please go first."

Lian Gao felt a strange feeling in his heart as he watched Jiang Zhifan's gentle manner. He was about to say no when Jiang Zhifan glanced over at him, as if to say, "Get in the car!" This look, coupled with her incredibly fake smile, made Lian Gao climb into the car, feeling not only strange but also a kind of inexplicable fear.

After Jiang Zhifan got in the car, she told the driver a place. She turned around and found Lian Gao looking at her silently. Jiang Zhifan smiled at him again, and then, just for a second or two, she turned her head and looked out the window, as if she didn't want anyone to come near her.

Lian Gao sat there observing Jiang Zhifan's expression, reviewing what he had done today in his mind, and wondered: Did he go a little too far today?

——

Sunday.

He Yanqing arrived at the gate of the community where Song Xianle lived at 11 o'clock in the morning.

Five minutes later, Song Xianle finally arrived. She looked around and saw the man in the black coat, so she trotted over to him.

"Here, this is for you."

Song Xianle took out a brown scarf from the bag, asked He Yanqing to lower his head, and put it on him.

He Yanqing smiled and did as he was told. He lowered his head and let Song Xianle fiddle with it for a few times.

"Okay, it suits you quite well." Song Xianle touched the scarf.

She also wore a scarf today, but it was white, not the same color as his, so it was hard to say they were wearing a couple's outfit.

"Is this the scarf you talked about last night? The one you don't want?" He Yanqing adjusted the tightness of the scarf around his neck by himself. Song Xianle tied it a little too tight for him.

"Oh, I've only worn it a few times and was about to throw it away. I didn't expect it would be perfect for you."

He Yanqing raised an eyebrow and said, "You consider this as recycling waste?"

"How can it be waste! I spent hundreds of dollars to buy it, it would be a shame to throw it away." Song Xianle touched the scarf again. It felt soft and comfortable to wear. If the color was not suitable, she would not have given it to He Yanqing.

She looked up at him and said, "Besides, this is the first thing I gave to my current boyfriend, so it has a different meaning."

Song Xianle emphasized the words "current boyfriend", fearing that He Yanqing didn't understand what they meant.

He Yanqing was about to retort, but then he thought of something and said, "Okay, this is the first gift from my girlfriend. I will keep it well."

As he spoke, he opened the passenger door. "Get in, girlfriend."

When they first got together, Song Xianle gave him a gift, a watch. So when he heard about the first gift, he subconsciously wanted to refute it. But suddenly he realized that she was playing a literal game with him.

Their relationship was literally in the past tense, but it was actually in the present continuous. No, there was another possibility...

He Yanqing listened to the short music beside him and watched Song Xianle switching songs back and forth. He thought that there was another possibility that she might have had a boyfriend during her time abroad.

But what does it matter? They are nothing more than the past.

He Yanqing shook his head and chuckled. Seeing that Song Xianle seemed to be searching, he asked her, "What song do you want to listen to? You've been switching back and forth for more than a dozen songs. Is my playlist so unsuitable for your ears?"

Song Xianle stopped what he was doing and replied, "No, I went to a wedding today and suddenly wanted to listen to some wedding-related songs, something cheerful. Most of your songs are instrumental, suitable for listening before bed."

What this means is that He Yanqing’s playlist doesn’t have the atmosphere of a wedding.

Song Xianle entered the keyword, searched for several songs, and clicked one to play.

The music played around the two of them in a loop. The hotel they were going to today was near Liaokai University. After driving for half an hour, they arrived at the Quyuan Building.

The wedding officially began at noon. They arrived at Quyuan Building around 11:30, and quite a few people were already there.

He Yanqing and Song Xianle were led to a location by etiquette. Seeing He Yanqing and Song Xianle walking over hand in hand, several people stared at them motionlessly, all of them shocked. Several people began to whisper to each other when they saw them.

"Didn't you break up? Then you got back together again?" He Lin said to Mo Ci Xin with his head down.

"What reconciliation? When did they get together? I didn't even know there was such a thing." Mo Ci Xin looked at He Lin with surprise.

Then she thought of another piece of gossip, her eyes sparkling, "Hey, let me tell you..."

Over there, He Yanqing started chatting with Song Xianle and Peng Zhirong.

"This is my roommate, Peng Zhirong." He Yanqing introduced him to Song Xianle.

"I know you often sit together in class." Song Xianle said with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Song Xianle."

"He knows you, no introduction needed."

Peng Zhirong looked at Song Xianle, then at He Yanqing. Peng Zhirong patted He Yanqing on the shoulder and said, "Tsk tsk, you two are rekindling your relationship? When did it happen?"

He Yanqing: “Not long ago.”

Song Xianle watched Peng Zhirong winking at He Yanqing, thinking that they hadn't seen each other for so long and must have something to talk about. Just as he was about to say that he wanted to go to the bathroom, he heard someone calling his name.

"String music!"

A cry made Song Xianle turn around, and she saw Zhao Songjin coming towards her.

"Song Jin!"

Song Xianle and Zhao Songjin walked over and hugged each other.

Zhao Songjin was in the same class as Song Xianle, and they had a good relationship when they were in school.

Zhao Songjin pulled Song Xianle aside and glanced at He Yanqing. He nodded at her and smiled politely. Then she looked at Peng Zhirong, and her smile changed instantly.

"You and He Yanqing..."

"We're together again."

"I didn't expect that. I thought you would find a job abroad and find a partner abroad."

"How is that possible? I must return home."

"Oh! Because you are still thinking about He Yanqing?" Zhao Songjin leaned close to Song Xianle's face, blinked and asked.

Song Xianle looked towards He Yanqing and said, "Half and half."

Over there, Peng Zhirong saw Song Xianle walking away and asked He Yanqing his question, "How did you meet again? Didn't she go abroad?"

"She came back to China to work in the same company as mine. We bumped into each other often, so we got together."

Peng Zhirong was surprised after hearing this, "Could it be that she did this on purpose? How come she works in the same company as you? Oh my, could it be that your girlfriend has always been deeply in love with you?"

He Yanqing was amused by his words and said, "She was the one who proposed the breakup."

Peng Zhirong: “…”

"I forgot."

"Good morning, everyone! Welcome to the wedding of Ding Tonghai and Lv Hanyun."

A pure male announcer voice came out and the wedding began.

"I'm today's emcee, Lu Wenlong."

As soon as the host spoke, Song Xianle and Zhao Songjin moved closer to their seats and sat next to each other.

Afterwards, He Yanqing sat down next to Song Xianle, and the students next to them glanced in their direction when they saw them.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other for three or four years. Now it seems that you are all successful people, doing well! You have a double harvest in love and career." Peng Zhirong broke the silence at the table as he spoke.

At the end, he even took a special look at the couple Song Xianle and He Yanqing.

"That's right! Look at our President Peng. Despite the strong entrepreneurial momentum and fierce competition in recent years, his company is still expanding. I heard that President Peng also invested 8 million yuan in the school this year to renovate the library and bookshelves. We should learn from you!"

"Zhao Songjin, your eloquence is as good as ever! I couldn't beat you in school, and I can't learn your art of speaking."

"Enemies always meet. I feel like you and Zhao Songjin were enemies back in college. What was it about? I've completely forgotten. You were in class when you suddenly started arguing. The teacher asked you why, but you remained silent. The teacher was so angry that he told you to leave and not attend class."

Everyone present was talking one after another, recounting all the interesting things that happened during their school days.

He Yanqing looked at the commotion at the table and said to Song Xianle, "Do you know that Peng Zhirong and Zhao Songjin are dating?"

Song Xianle glanced at He Yanqing sideways, patted his thigh, and motioned him to continue.

She had never heard of this melon.

He Yanqing lowered his voice and continued to tell her, "They dated for three days and then broke up."

Song Xianle: "This speed is faster than ours! Why did they split up?"

He Yanqing: "I don't know. He said it was a personality clash. They just mentioned the fight. It was the first day they broke up."

Song Xianle looked at the table and saw that Peng Zhirong and Zhao Songjin were the most animated. Their conversation was full of swords and spears, like a duel. There was no sign that they had ever been together, nor that they had ever broken up.

At this time, the projector started playing the video, music sounded, and as the host talked about how the bride and groom met, everyone's eyes gradually turned to the screen in the middle.

As the video was about to end, the emcee shouted, "Please welcome our bride and groom! Give them a round of applause!"

At the gate, the bride held the groom's hand with one hand and held the bouquet in the other. Accompanied by the music, the two slowly walked towards the podium and the center of the stage.

The wedding entrance ceremony was not for the father and daughter, but for the two newlyweds to enter together. In the center of the stage, both parents stood there to welcome the newlyweds.

The bride and groom walked to the podium, and their parents began to give them instructions. Then the bride and groom took their vows. About thirty minutes later, it was time to toss the bouquet.

Song Xianle was pulled by Zhao Songjin to the team that received the bouquet. Almost all the female classmates at the table went, leaving only four or five male classmates.

"If Song Xianle catches the bouquet, will it be your turn to hold the wedding banquet?" Peng Zhirong joked as he watched them leave.

He Yanqing glanced at Peng Zhirong, just smiled and didn't reply him.

Peng Zhirong didn't know what he meant, so he tried to make amends by saying, "But you two just got back together not long ago, it won't be that fast."

"Um."

He Yanqing watched her and Zhao Songjin walk away slowly, and now stood behind them.

Song Xianle and Zhao Songjin walked over while talking.

"You said we are standing so far back and this place is so far away, it is definitely not going to reach us." Song Xianle looked at the situation in front and saw the bridesmaid at the front. She guessed that the bride should throw it closer.

Zhao Songjin guessed what Song Xianle meant and said, "It's okay, just go through the process. What if we manage to snatch it?"

After that, the bride began to say "3, 2, 1" and finally threw the bouquet. The bouquet passed through the hands of many girls and was finally grabbed by a girl in a light purple down jacket.

Those who didn’t get the bouquet said “congratulations” to the girl in the light purple down jacket.

The banquet lasted until around three in the afternoon. After the wedding banquet, people left one after another.

At the hotel entrance, Song Xianle and Zhao Songjin said goodbye.

"Bye, see you later."

"Yeah, I'll ask you out next time."

Zhao Songjin waved to Song Xianle and got into a taxi.

He Yanqing said a few words to Peng Zhirong and drove the car over.

Sitting in the car, Song Xianle randomly ordered a song and felt sleepy. She closed her eyes for a while and fell asleep before she knew it.

He Yanqing looked at the sleeping person, then looked at the music playing.

"Is it that hypnotic?"

——

Song Xianle slowly woke up.

"I woke up just in time. I'm almost home."

Song Xianle looked sleepy and her hair was a little messy.

"Your home or my home?"

"Your home." He Yanqing turned a corner, and Song Xianle's body leaned towards the window due to inertia.

"I thought I fell asleep and you would drive to your house."

He Yanqing glanced at her suddenly. Then, in a rare moment of joking, he said, "I'm a serious person."

The car arrived at Song Xianle's residential area and stopped.

Song Xianle had already woken up from her sleepiness. She looked at He Yanqing, thought for a while, and said, "Would you like to come to my house and sit for a while?"

He Yanqing stared at her, but his hands were on the seatbelt. Then, with a "bang", the seatbelt separated from the socket.

"good."