Chapter 130 The Game is Over

Wen Nian didn't show up at the company the whole day, and it seemed that he still had no intention of resigning. However, Jiang Tingwan was too lazy to care about it anymore since he hadn't been paid anyway.

She flipped through the project information given by Song Zhi, tapping her fingertips lightly on the table.

This time the project is the listing of an overseas company, and Jiang Tingwan will take over the Song family's investment. Tingyue's previous projects did not involve overseas, so this can be regarded as a business expansion.

The next moment, the phone vibrated, and a message from Song Zhi popped up:

[How do you think about it? ]

Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows. It’s only been a short while and he’s already asking her about the progress?

She pressed the voice button, her red lips curled slightly: "Boss Song is too oppressive, it's only been less than a day."

Song Zhi responded quickly, but his voice remained calm: "With your work efficiency, it shouldn't be difficult."

That's true.

Although she only looked at it for half a day, she already had a rough plan in her mind.

"I've read it almost through," Jiang Tingwan said, running his fingertips over the key data on the document with a smile, "I'll prepare a plan and send it to you in a few days."

The background sound of Jiang Tingwan's voice seemed to be someone coming in to report on work.

Song Zhi originally wanted to say something else, but after hearing this, he paused and finally just replied with "OK".

After putting down his phone, Jiang Tingwan was in a good mood.

This project has huge returns and good prospects. Once it goes public, it will definitely attract a lot of attention. She can already anticipate the sensation this stock will cause.

At the other end of the city, Song Zhi stared at the darkened screen, his eyes were bruised and black.

He didn't sleep the whole night, and his mind was filled with the image of Wen Nian holding Jiang Tingwan.

He knew he shouldn't think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about her.

Do I really have to give her up to someone else?

He looked at the information in front of him, at least, it couldn't be him.

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A few days later, Tingyue and Song signed the contract.

At the press conference, Jiang Tingwan wore a black and white professional suit, standing confidently and calmly under the spotlight; Song Zhi was as calm and reserved as ever, and the black suit made him look even more noble.

Faced with various questions, Jiang Tingwan answered fluently and without any stage fright.

However, there were still some reporters who were still not satisfied with the gossip from last time and asked, "Is this collaboration between the two of you planned in advance?"

Jiang Tingwan raised her red lips slightly. In fact, she had expected this. "I thought I had made it very clear last time." She elegantly turned the pen in her hand. "Why don't you pay more attention to our stock price performance? After all -" the tip of the pen lightly tapped the candlestick chart on the big screen. "This is the most meaningful number for investors."

There was laughter from the audience. Jiang Tingwan's graceful and elegant appearance left no room for any speculation.

No one noticed that Song Zhi, who was standing behind her, never took his eyes off her.

The man's eyes were as deep as the sea, and deep inside were hidden countless complex emotions.

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The press conference is over.

The black Maybach slid silently in front of Jiang Tingwan.

The car window rolled down, revealing Song Zhi's chiseled profile: "Get in the car."

Jiang Tingwan raised an eyebrow, thinking it was about the follow-up matters of the project.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she closed the car door, she heard Song Zhi's low voice: "What is your relationship with him?"

"He?" Jiang Tingwan didn't react for a moment. Who was he talking about?

Song Zhi tapped his fingers on the leather seat and said calmly, "Wennian."

Wen Nian? Jiang Tingwan raised an eyebrow: "What other relationship could there be?"

She sorted out the documents casually. Hadn't he asked this question before?

She remembered that she had already said that Wen Nian was an intern at the company.

Song Zhi's eyes turned darker, thinking of the scene when Jiang Tingwan followed Wen Nian away from the cruise ship that day. He had hoped to get a negative answer, but he heard her answer calmly.

Song Zhi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"Drive." He ordered the driver calmly.

Jiang Tingwan didn't understand what he was going to do, and was confused at the moment: "Where to?"

"Haocheng. Inspecting the project." Song Zhi still looked calm.

"Does the inspection project need to be so sudden?" In her impression, Song Zhi always did things in a planned way.

Song Zhi's eyes were still fixed on the front, but his hands were slightly curled up at his sides: "It's a temporary decision."

Jiang Tingwan chuckled: "I didn't realize that Mr. Song also does things as he pleases."

Song Zhi didn't respond, but just raised his hand to loosen his tie, but this action revealed his rare irritability.

Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows slightly - it seemed that things were not that simple.

The neon lights outside the car window were rapidly receding.

Haocheng is not far from Hong Kong City, only about 40 minutes' drive, but it seems to be slowed down in the strange atmosphere between the two people.

In the corner of his eye, the woman took out her cell phone again and looked through various information. She seemed to be completely unaware of the outside world, but Song Zhi felt a little confused.

Will she hate the man's scheme, or will she hate him for exposing their relationship?

In my impression, Jiang Tingwan never plays by the rules.

But this time, Song Zhi hoped it would be the former.

Because, after thinking about it, he couldn't accept her leaning on someone else's arms.

Maybe just wait a little longer...

Once he gets the shares and gets rid of those troublesome illegitimate children, he will have more say and they will not be blocked.

Before that, at least let her leave that man.

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The nights in Macau are more bustling than in Hong Kong.

This is not a financial mecca, but its daily turnover is comparable to that of a port city, because there are casinos everywhere, which can be described as a real place of decadence and debauchery.

In the magnificent casino lobby, the crystal chandeliers reflected dazzling light, shining on the red carpet-covered floor.

The crisp sound of chips colliding came one after another, the dealers dealt the cards one by one with perfect smiles, and the gamblers' shouts of excitement or despair mixed together.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume, the burnt aroma of cigars, and a faint hint of alcohol.

Jiang Tingwan stood at the entrance of the casino, her high heels stepping on the soft carpet, her brows slightly frowned: "What kind of project needs to be discussed in a place like this?"

Song Zhi did not answer immediately, but looked towards the VIP area deep inside the casino: "Do you remember the kidnapping?"

Jiang Tingwan was stunned.

Kidnapping?

That kidnapping in which she was just a spectator the whole time, with no sense of participation?

The kidnapping did not cause any actual harm to her, and because Jiang Shixu arrived later, she did not investigate the matter personally.

Could it be that Song Zhi brought her here...

"Have you ever thought," Song Zhi's voice was very light, "that the target of the murderer behind the scenes might not be me?"

Jiang Tingwan saw his gaze fixed on the distance, and she followed his line of sight -

In the dark at the back door of the casino.

The gray-haired boy was stepping on a man's head with a cynical smile on his face. The man was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy with blood all over his face.

Standing next to the young man was the "caring kidnapper" who had put tissue under her.

Jiang Tingwan's pupils contracted slightly.

In other words, the mastermind behind the kidnapping was...

At this moment, the young man seemed to sense something and looked up suddenly.

The moment their eyes met.

The excitement in Wen Nian's eyes froze instantly, replaced by a rare daze.

He subconsciously loosened his foot, and the men beside him noticed something was wrong and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Jiang Tingwan has turned around.

Therefore, this was not a kidnapping targeting Song Zhi at all, nor was it a group of desperate criminals using her to blackmail for money.

In addition, Jiang Tingwan thought about what he said that day. If everything was arranged by him, then he was trying to sow discord between her and Song Zhi?

She was speechless and didn't want to watch this ironic scene anymore.

It’s not because Wen Nian hid her identity, but because she hated being tricked.

"elder sister!"

Wen Nian's voice was filled with barely perceptible panic. He rushed over and tried to hold her back, but was blocked by Song Zhi.

It's him.

"Song Zhi." Wen Nian narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous aura spread out again. His voice was as cold as ice, "You did it on purpose."

Song Zhi's expression remained unchanged: "What are you doing on purpose? Are you exposing Master Wen's plan?"

Wennian, or Wennian.

He is the only son of the Wen family in Haocheng and the heir to the casino empire.

His father controlled 90% of the casinos in Macau, with daily turnover reaching billions, and was rich enough to rival a country.

The hustle and bustle of the casino seemed to fade away at this moment.

Jiang Tingwan stood between the two men, feeling inexplicably tired.

Both of them were trying to sow discord.

One staged a kidnapping drama, and the other took her on a nearly hour-long drive just to watch this show.

Why do you think you can control her emotions?

She looked at the familiar stranger in front of her——

The "broken family background" and "gambler father" were all carefully woven lies.

Although she had long realized that his identity was not ordinary, she had never associated the kidnapping with him.

She really didn't like the feeling of being framed like this.

Well, since Song Zhi brought her here, she would just act according to the result Song Zhi wanted to see.

"So," Jiang Tingwan said indifferently, "this is your gambling father?"

The calmness in her eyes made Wen Nian feel unprecedentedly nervous.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes, which were always full of smiles, were now full of anxiety: "Sister, I can explain..."

"Explain what?" Jiang Tingwan interrupted him, "Explain why you planned the kidnapping?"

She shook her head, her tone extremely cold, "Song Zhi and I are just business partners, why are you going through so much trouble?"

Wen Nian opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The lights from the casino shone on the three people, casting interlaced shadows.

Song Zhi stood aside with a calm expression, but the coldness in his eyes showed his displeasure at the moment.

Jiang Tingwan took a deep breath, turned around and was about to leave.

In this place filled with money and desire, these carefully designed lies make people feel suffocated.

"Sister!" Wen Nian chased after her eagerly, but was stopped by Song Zhi.

"Get out of the way." Wen Nian's eyes suddenly became dangerous, completely different from his usual well-behaved appearance.

Song Zhi remained motionless: "Master Wen, the game should be over."

Jiang Tingwan didn't look back, her high heels made crisp sounds as they stepped on the marble floor.