This declaration of retirement is very much in Yan Jiang's style, with his usual arrogance, yet humor and frankness.
Song Ci felt very complicated after reading this long post. She probably guessed the reason why Yan Jiang suddenly announced his retirement from the entertainment industry.
To verify this, Song Ci called Yan Jiang. Thanks to the announcement of his retirement, Yan Jiang's phone had been flooded with calls that morning. When Song Ci called, the voicemail kept telling her the line was busy.
To no avail, Song Ci had no choice but to call Song Fei.
Song Fei's phone number was known only to the Song Ci couple and Yan Jiang, and it connected immediately. Song Fei answered the phone and guessed what Song Ci was calling to ask, so she remained silent for a moment.
Song Ci asked directly: "Song Fei, is Yan Jiang quitting the entertainment industry because of... you?" At the end, Song Ci's tone was a little hesitant.
Song Fei admitted, "Yes."
It’s true!
"You asked for it?" Song Ci asked Song Fei, but she guessed that Yan Jiang had probably done it on his own. A man as proud as Song Fei wouldn't do such a thing.
Song Fei: "It was his own decision. I didn't expect him to make this choice."
I knew it would be like this!
Song Ci was a little annoyed, and her tone became excited: "Is his brain stuck in the door? Congo is such a dangerous place, why would he follow him? Song Fei, why don't you try to persuade him?"
Song Fei leaned against the wall, Song Ci's low voice of condemnation echoing in her ears. She looked at Yan Jiang, who was walking around in the yard and talking on the phone, because he had no time to rest because of the phone call. A look of confusion appeared on her beautiful face.
Song Fei suddenly spoke up, interrupting Song Ci, "Tell me, why is he so stubborn?"
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
Hearing the helplessness and confusion in Song Fei's tone, Song Ci didn't know what to say. After a silent silence, Song Fei heard Song Ci sigh and say, "Song Fei, he really loves you. If it's not true love, he wouldn't go this far."
Song Fei was even more confused. She was puzzled, "Song Ci, what's so good about me? Why does he love me?" From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time Song Fei was pursued by someone. She felt that boys should like girls like her sister Song Ci who could be sweet or salty.
A woman like her, who is cold, unromantic, neither gentle nor well-behaved, who doesn't know how to act coquettishly, and who is also cruel and ruthless, should not be liked by anyone at all.
Does Yan Jiang have poor eyesight or is he just stupid?
Song Ci allowed herself to belittle Song Fei, but she couldn't accept Song Fei's belittling of her. Song Ci refused to accept it, and she retorted confidently: "What's wrong with you? You are beautiful and smart, and you are Fu Hanshen's only disciple. You have a high IQ, you are wise and calm, and you shine from head to toe. Isn't it normal for someone to like you?"
It was the first time that Song Fei heard Song Ci praise herself like this, and she got goose bumps all over her body. "Okay, stop the rainbow fart."
It’s time to stop enjoying Song Dynasty porcelain.
It was the first time Song Ci praised her sister like this, and she felt a little embarrassed. She tried to save the situation with one sentence: "Of course, you are only slightly less beautiful than me..."
Song Fei let her blow without saying a word.
"I won't talk to you for now. I'll call Brother Jiang." Song Ci hung up Song Fei's phone and called Yan Jiang again. After three consecutive calls, the call was finally connected.
Yan Jiang had already received over a dozen calls this morning, and his mouth was dry. He drank a sip of tea made with puffed tamarind, answered the phone, and before Song Ci could say anything, he sighed helplessly, "I knew I'd get a call from you. The news is correct, Song Song. I've decided to retire from the entertainment industry."
Song Ci fell silent.
Yan Jiang thought she was angry, so instead of trying to please her, he said, "Are you angry? Angry that I didn't inform you in advance? I've been so busy dealing with contract compensation these days that I forgot about it. Please be magnanimous and understand me."
Song Ci interrupted Yan Jiang's flattery with a word: "You want to go to Congo with my sister?"
Now it was Yan Jiang's turn to remain silent.
Song Ci raised sharp questions one after another: "That place is so dangerous, can you protect yourself? You can't even protect yourself, and you still want to protect Song Fei? Ah Jiang, think carefully."
Yan Jiang was unconvinced. "I'm quite skilled. I've practiced Taekwondo for a few years."
"But they have guns." What's the use of knowing Taekwondo in an armed and chaotic place?
"That's why I have to go even more." Yan Jiang sighed, "I can't let her go to that kind of place alone. I won't feel at ease if I don't accompany her. Besides, you know your sister very well. If you want to pursue her, you can't impress her with just a few roses."
Song Ci gritted her teeth and lashed out at him, "Stupid!" She cursed Yan Jiang for being stupid, but in her heart, she recognized him as a person. A popular star who dared to retire from the entertainment industry for her sister was a courage that Song Ci respected.
"We're leaving for the airport. Let's stop talking for now." Yan Jiang hung up Song Ci's phone and waved to Song Fei, who was sitting on the second-floor bay window sill. "Song Fei, it's time to leave."
Song Fei came down quickly. There were two suitcases by the door, and she took the one that belonged to her.
When Song Fei came to Yan Jiang, she stopped
With her hands on the suitcase, Song Fei pursed her lips and glanced at Yan Jiang's short hair. The buzz cut added a cold and hard look to Yan Jiang's delicate and perfect face.
However, Song Fei felt that Yan Jiang looked better when dressed in gorgeous and flamboyant clothes and had long hair.
He was born to live in the spotlight.
"Yan Jiang, please stay. I don't need you to accompany me." Song Fei had a cold expression on her face and her tone was hard.
Yan Jiang's expression froze for a moment after these words were spoken, but soon returned to normal. He took off the silver chain from his neck, opened the photo box hanging from the chain, spread it out in his palm, and handed it to Song Fei.
Song Fei lowered her eyes and saw that the person in the photo box was her 14-year-old self.
Staring at the photo, Song Fei's expression shifted slightly. "What?"
Yan Jiang raised his lips and said, "Don't order me to stay, Song Fei. I've been waiting here for too long. I've waited enough." In the past eight years, Yan Jiang always felt regretful and annoyed, regretting that he was too timid to express his feelings to Song Fei. "This time, I will accompany you wherever you go. Song Fei, I will never let you go to such a dangerous place alone again."
Yan Jiang took out a platinum ring from his jacket pocket and put it on the silver chain. He put the necklace back on and patted the ring and the photo box. He smiled and said to Song Fei, "One day, you will be willing to wear it for me."
Yan Jiang is determined to get Song Fei!
After a while, Song Fei cursed, "You're sick!"
She pulled her suitcase and walked away, her cheeks feeling a little hot.
"Wait for me!" Yan Jiang quickly pulled up his suitcase and ran after Song Fei.
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