Li Li thought he had heard wrongly.
He looked up at Han Zhan. Han Zhan was drinking, as if the words just now were not said by him.
Li Li narrowed his eyes.
Something happened.
"Thank you all for coming to my birthday dinner. All the donations received tonight will be donated to anti-domestic violence service organizations." On the big screen behind Song Ci, many pictures of domestic violence appeared, including a woman with a broken nose, a child covered in scars, and an honest man beaten by his wife.
Song Ci looked back at the big screen, turned around, raised her right arm, and clenched her slender fingers into a fist.
In an instant, Song Ci's gorgeous, charming smile faded, replaced by a domineering expression. "I hope that everyone who has experienced domestic violence will clench their fists, find the right moment, and fight back against this fucked-up life!"
When the word "fuck" came out of Lady Song's mouth, everyone at the table was stunned for a moment, and then everyone started whistling wildly.
Han Zhan looked at the arrogant and presumptuous woman on the stage with some surprise, with a smile in his eyes.
She has shed her elegant exterior, become less hypocritical and more real.
Song Ci spoke a few more words before finally walking off the stage amid thunderous applause.
As soon as she stepped off the stage, she saw Yan Jiang who had arrived late.
Yan Jiang was wearing a moon-white suit, a pair of pretentious silver-rimmed glasses, and his slightly long hair was dyed silver-gray. He stood there holding a glass of wine, attracting the attention of a group of girls.
"I thought you weren't coming." Song Ci took out her phone and teased Yan Jiang, "Celebrity Yan is here, we have to take a photo together."
"How could I not come to your birthday?" Yan Jiang approached Song Ci and took a photo with her.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci and Yan Jiang from afar, a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes. Li Li could see that Mr. Han, this stuffy guy, was interested in Miss Song. Seeing Miss Song getting close to other men, he must be jealous.
Li Li casually mentioned, "Miss Song and Mr. Yan have a good relationship."
Han Zhan stared at Yan Jiang's face, looked at him carefully, and then asked Li Li: "Is he the spokesperson for our company?"
Li Li: "Yes, the most handsome man in the entertainment industry, the top traffic star, Yan Jiang."
Han Zhan said, "It would be better to find a female spokesperson."
Putting down the wine glass, Han Zhan said again: "It's boring, I'll go back first." He left the charity auction items and left first.
Li Li shook his head at Han Zhan's back.
"The old iron tree has blossomed, tsk."
Offstage, Yan Jiang and Song Ci finished their photo session. Yan Jiang then revealed something hidden behind his back: a birthday hat.
Without asking Song Ci's opinion, Yan Jiang put the birthday hat on Song Ci's head. "Happy birthday, Song Song."
Song Ci touched her hat, and the corners of her lips curled up. "Thank you."
Passing the champagne to Yan Jiang, Song Ci said, "Didn't you get a new cat? How is it? Is the cat well behaved?"
Yan Jiang stroked the rim of the goblet with his fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "She's very well behaved and quiet. I've set aside a room for her and I'll take care of her myself."
Hearing this, Song Ci's eyes seemed to gleam with tears. She quickly raised her head to drink, and when she lowered her head again, there was nothing in her eyes. "Since you have raised her, you must take good care of her."
"That's natural."
The two clinked their glasses, and everything was said without words.
The phone in Song Ci's evening bag rang, and she said to Yan Jiang, "Have fun, I'll go answer the phone."
"good."
As soon as Song Ci left, Yan Jiang was surrounded by other women again.
Seeing that it was Du Tingting calling, Song Ci quickly walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor outside the banquet hall to answer the phone. "Mom, aren't you coming tonight? The charity gala has already started."
"Song Song." Du Tingting's voice sounded tired.
Her heavy tone made Song Ci frown. "Mother, what happened?"
Du Tingting was exhausted both physically and mentally, and said weakly: "Qiu Qiuer cut his wrists this afternoon. If the nurse hadn't discovered it in time, he might have..." Du Tingting didn't dare to mention the word death.
Song Ci opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
She remembered that this happened last time, but she didn't expect that in this life, Qiu still did the same thing as in the previous life.
Du Tingting: "This morning, the organ bank sent me news that they finally had a heart with panda blood type. Qiu Tianer and another patient both had genetic antibodies that matched the donor. The heart was ultimately given to Qiu Tianer's previous patient."
"We were afraid Qiu Tianer would be upset after knowing this, so your father and I kept it a secret from her. But Qiu Tianer somehow found out about this, and in desperation, she actually did something so stupid..."
Hiding in the hospital's emergency stairwell, Du Tingting sat on the stairs without any image, talking on the phone with Song Ci. After she finished speaking, Du Tingting bit her fingers with her teeth, not daring to cry out loud.
After listening to Du Tingting's story, Song Ci looked up at herself in the mirror with an indifferent expression.
Song Ci was most thankful that he had stolen Song Fei away in advance. In his previous life, it was because of Mu Qiu's suicide by cutting his wrists that Mu Mian had the heart to attack Song Fei.
"Mom, I'm going to the hospital right away."
Song Ci hung up the phone, went back to the banquet hall, said hello to his friends and was about to leave.
Yan Jiang saw that her face was not right, so he followed her secretly. Song Ci was going to change clothes in the room upstairs. Yan Jiang followed her into the elevator and asked in a low voice: "Song Song, what happened?"
Song Ci looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot. "Mu Qiu cut his wrists."
Yan Jiang's expression darkened. Mu Qiu cut his wrists, which was exactly the same as what happened in Song Ci's dream in her previous life.
The two looked at each other and saw the deep look in each other's eyes.
The elevator stopped, and Song Ci stopped Yan Jiang who wanted to accompany her out. "You don't have to accompany me. Go back and rest early. Your cat at home is waiting for you to feed it. I can change my clothes and go to the hospital by myself."
Yan Jiang stopped when he heard the cat wanted to be fed.
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After changing into a short skirt and flat shoes that made it easier to move around, Song Ci went straight to the underground parking lot and drove straight to the hospital.
When she rushed to the hospital, Mu Qiu had already been rescued.
Mu Qiu's lips were pale as she lay quietly in bed, looking very weak, but she had regained consciousness. Mu Mian sat on a stool, rubbing his brow, his face visibly exhausted, while Du Tingting's eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Seeing Song Ci coming, Du Tingting walked over and hugged her.
Hugging Song Ci, Du Tingting burst into tears again. Song Ci patted Du Tingting's back, but words of comfort were powerless at this moment. She waited until Du Tingting calmed down before letting her go.
Her crying woke Mu Qiu up.
When he opened his eyes, he saw three people standing around the bed. A feeling of grievance and despair filled his heart. Mu Qiu pursed his lips and shouted, "Dad!" As soon as he called out "Dad", Mu Qiu burst into tears.
Seeing this, even Mu Mian, a grown man, softened his heart.
Song Ci's eyes also turned red.
The whole family hugged each other and cried, even Song Ci joined in the fake crying.
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