"Understood, understood..." Wu An'an nodded hurriedly.
Liu Yunkang was terrified. After barely managing to finish the meal, he fled the club as if he were escaping a disaster.
Wu An'an didn't dare to say anything more and left in a sorry state.
Later that evening, Lin Zhaojiang returned to the hotel. As he swiped his card to enter, he saw a small figure by the window gazing at the sunset outside.
He walked over, but she didn't react; she was still lost in thought.
Lin Zhaojiang smiled and hugged her from behind.
Song Wan was startled. When she turned around and saw it was him, she playfully punched him.
"What's wrong?" Lin Zhaojiang tucked her stray hairs behind her ear. "You seem troubled. Are you worried about your family's affairs?"
"Hmm." Song Wan nodded. "I'm still a little worried about my mom..."
The man frowned. "What did she say to you?"
“She didn’t say anything. Ever since that day she called to say that our house wouldn’t be demolished, she hasn’t contacted me again. When I call her, she just stammers and doesn’t say anything. When I ask my sister, she stays silent for a long time and can’t say a word…”
"Sigh," the young woman sighed, "it seems they're all worried sick about that compensation money for the demolition."
Lin Zhaojiang felt a pang of guilt.
This "reluctance" was entirely out of consideration for her. Sometimes he felt strange; since Song Wan came into his life, his heart had softened considerably, and he was no longer as ruthless towards people and things he disliked as he used to be.
Before coming here, he had already instructed his secretary to transfer a sum of money to the Song family's account.
It's for Song Wan's peace of mind, and also to shut Chen Li up.
"Don't worry." He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice deep and magnetic. "Everything has been resolved."
"Um?"
“It’s all resolved.” He repeated with a smile, “I guarantee your family will get a satisfactory outcome.”
"Really?"
"certainly."
“Zhaojiang,” Song Wan looked at him for a long time before asking softly, “Is there anything in this world that you can’t solve?”
Lin Zhaojiang answered seriously, "Yes. I don't know how to keep your heart."
Song Wan didn't understand what he meant and laughed.
Lin Zhaojiang suddenly hugged her tightly, as if she were about to fly away in the next second.
There are still some people who know about his past with Song Wan. Perhaps they are afraid to speak carelessly because of his authority, but if they accidentally let something slip and Song Wan remembers the past, their relationship... might come to an end.
The thought of this terrified Lin Zhaojiang.
Song Wan was so breathless from his embrace that she could hardly breathe, yet she could feel his strong arms trembling slightly.
"Zhaojiang..." She patted his back, "Zhaojiang, what's wrong?"
The embrace loosened a little.
"Wanwan," a man's hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "if I weren't a good person, would you still like me?"
"Why are you acting so strange today?" Song Wan placed her small hand on his waist, her star-like eyes fixed on him. "Who said you're not a good person?"
Lin Zhaojiang smiled slightly and did not continue speaking.
He tilted his head and saw an article she had written on the computer next to him. He curiously leaned over, but Song Wan awkwardly blocked his way.
"Don't look!"
"What secrets are you writing?"
Song Wan blushed and slowly stepped aside. "It's fine to watch... but you have to give me some advice."
Lin Zhaojiang glanced at it; it was a news article she had written, imitating her senior's writing style.
"Am I writing badly?" Song Wan pursed her lips. "The imitations always seem too deliberate and not quite right. Anyway... I'm not satisfied with them no matter how I look at them."
"I think it's pretty good." Lin Zhaojiang smiled after reading it. "It's well-organized, the key points are clear, and the writing is fluent. It's just that the wording isn't sharp enough; it's still too gentle."
Are you genuinely praising me?
Lin Zhaojiang gently stroked her hair, his eyes filled with doting affection.
He shared his insights with her: "Writing articles, especially those written by journalists, requires a spirit that isn't afraid of offending people. It's impossible to be perfect in every way. So be strict where you need to be, criticize when you need to criticize, don't be too weak, and don't try to save face for others. Even if you give them face, they might not appreciate it!"
"oh……"
"Don't worry about making enemies. Everyone makes a few enemies in this world!"
"So, you just said you're not a good person?" Song Wan laughed.
"Well... I did make a lot of enemies in the past," Lin Zhaojiang admitted. "But recently it's been much less. I'm doing my best to build good relationships with people."
"Why?"
“Because I have you.” He held her small hand. “I’m afraid of making too many enemies. If those people can’t touch me, they’ll target you. Right now, you are my biggest weakness.”
Song Wan paused for a moment, then lowered her head slightly. Just then, the doorbell rang, and both of them were slightly startled.
This place is very private; only a few people can come up here. And it's not mealtime yet, so who could it be?
Lin Zhaojiang strode over and opened the door. His assistant, who was standing outside, greeted him respectfully as soon as he saw him.
"How did you find this place!" the man said, clearly displeased.
The assistant gave an awkward laugh, "There's really no other way... We've searched the whole company."
"What's the matter?"
The assistant coughed twice and lowered his voice: "President Lin, Xiao Liran is back."
Lin Zhaojiang, who was originally standing inside the house, suddenly stepped outside and gently closed the door behind him.
"What did you say?"
"President Xiao is back."
"So what if she's back?" Lin Zhaojiang frowned. "Did she have to make a special trip to tell me? I have nothing to do with her anymore!"
Actually, it didn't matter in the first place.
This is something Lin Zhaojiang has always been unwilling to mention: he had a marriage.
Xiao Liran also came from a prestigious family. The two families arranged a marriage for profit, without caring whether the two had any feelings for each other.
They didn't develop any feelings for each other, and they didn't even have sex.
From the first day of their marriage, the two slept in separate rooms. They got along fairly politely, each busy with their own things, living like roommates under the same roof.
The marriage lasted for a little over three years before the two peacefully separated. Xiao Liran chose to go abroad, while Lin Zhaojiang remained in Yun City.
The two didn't even have each other's contact information.
Now that Xiao Liran is back, why is she approaching his assistant?
Lin Zhaojiang narrowed his eyes slightly. "What does she want with you?"
"Mr. Xiao is back this time to discuss cooperation with us."
"cooperate?"
The assistant handed over Xiao Liran's information.
Lin Zhaojiang glanced at it briefly. In short, Xiao Liran had not wasted the Xiao family's business genes. Over the years abroad, she had not relied on her family and had built her own cultural company, making a lot of money.
"Artsy, good at making money..." Lin Zhaojiang curled his lips, "What kind of collaboration does she want to discuss with me?"
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