Chapter 84 Yangzhou Fried Rice She just couldn't get over that hurdle, it wasn't...
When Xuan Qing returned to the center of the banquet, Shen Qianfan was standing next to Shen Qianshu. The two brothers stood side by side, each of them was superior in both appearance and figure. There was also a young woman next to Fei Wei, and it seemed that they were introducing each other.
Xuan Qing took a deep breath, and as soon as she exhaled, the irritation she had just felt on the phone disappeared. She quickly walked to Shen Qianfan's side and just heard Shen Qianshu introducing Shen Qianfan to the young woman: "Luo Shu, let me introduce you, this is my brother, Shen Qianfan."
Shen Qianfan curled his lips and said gently: "Nice to meet you, and congratulations in advance."
Luo Shu looked at him in some confusion. Just as she was about to ask what he was congratulating her for in advance, a deep voice spoke before her.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Song Shijin who had arrived late.
Compared to Shen Qianshu and Xuan Qing's puzzled "Who is this?" looks, Shen Qianfan and Luo Shu were more troubled by the thought of "How could I have run into this?" Fei Wei, on the other hand, was filled with complex amusement. She stepped forward and took the initiative to challenge him, "Mr. Song is such a busybody. I sent the invitation for 7pm. It's already so late. Why are you still so unpunctual and unpromising as before?"
Luo Shu had never seen Fei Wei be so aggressive after knowing her for so long. Her intuition told her that the relationship between these two people was not simple.
Song Shijin took the wine from the waiter's tray and said sincerely, "I'll drink three glasses myself to make amends."
"No thanks." Fei Wei suddenly laughed. "Three cups of wine as a punishment to apologize to me is not enough."
Song Shijin still spoke in a gentle voice: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are still as beautiful as before."
He touched her juice with the champagne glass in his hand and said, "Happy birthday, Miss Fei, and a bright future and a healthy life."
The displeasure on his face was easily dispelled by his few words. Fei Wei's eyes were glued to his calm brows, and she pursed her red lips slightly: "Why don't you see Mrs. Song? It's not like we don't know each other. We are all old friends."
Song Shijin was taken aback by the question, perhaps feeling guilty: "The child is still young, it's not convenient for her to come."
"Is that so?" Hearing the word "child", Fei Wei's words were filled with undisguised sarcasm. "I thought she was too scared to face me and Qian..."
Shen Qianfan suddenly clenched his fist and coughed lightly, interrupting her subsequent exposing of other people's scars. He took Shen Qianshu and Xuan Qing and slipped away on the pretext of seeing an acquaintance. Before leaving, he nodded slightly to Song Shijin as a greeting. He and Song Shijin were just nodding acquaintances. If it weren't for that incident, they might not even be considered nodding acquaintances.
Suddenly, only the three of them were left. Luo Shu didn't know whether to leave or not, and stood there awkwardly, slacking off. The story of unrequited love gradually matched the characters in front of her one by one. So, the source of Fei Wei's anti-marriage sentiment was Song Shijin, and the Mrs. Song she was talking about was her former good friend. She pursued her childhood sweetheart Shen Qianfan but failed, and finally, out of spite, she accepted Song Shijin, who had been secretly in love with her for a long time and was also her good friend's favorite.
It's really a complicated love quadrangle.
"Since you are still angry, why did you invite us?" Song Shijin's voice became completely cold.
Fei Wei loved seeing his true face beneath the mask of self-denial and propriety. She felt strangely relieved. "Song Shijin, you're wrong. I've long since stopped being angry. She was being rude, but I embarrassed her in public. Strictly speaking, we're even. As for why I invited you, one of you is my good roommate and the other is a senior from the same major. I finally get to celebrate my birthday, so shouldn't I?"
She suddenly moved her face closer, and Song Shijin reflexively took a step back.
Seeing his reaction, Fei Wei immediately revealed a mischievous look, "Don't worry, I won't kiss you this time."
Song Shijin kept silent. He was still frightened when he mentioned the last time. She didn't kiss him at all, she clearly bit him. She pulled his collar and bit his mouth full of blood. It made him feel pain when he ate anything for the next half month. He remembered what she did all the time.
As if guessing what he was recalling, Fei Wei curled her lips as she wished. Song Shijin was a seasoned veteran, so his expression didn't change much. The stalemate made Luo Shu feel embarrassed. She was a living person and didn't dare to breathe. She wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She bit the bullet and reminded him, "Um, Mr. Fei, the banquet is about to start. Don't you need to prepare your speech in advance?"
Hearing this, Fei Wei smiled and said, "Mr. Song, I'll be leaving for now."
She hadn't taken two steps in her stilettos when she remembered something she hadn't explained. She shook her head, and the diamond earrings on either side of her cheeks swayed dramatically with her movements. "By the way, Luo Shu, could you please help me look after our distinguished guest? Otherwise, Mr. Song will feel left out and complain when he gets home, making people laugh at me for being impolite."
Luo Shu nodded in response and watched the show for a long time before she exchanged her first greeting of the night with Song Shijin: "Mr. Song, long time no see."
Facing the first client in her career, not to mention that this client has a close relationship with her ex-boyfriend, it is always a good idea to be friendly.
Having his past exposed in front of the younger generation, Song Shijin laughed out loud: "Excuse me."
Just as she finished speaking, a man came towards her with two glasses of wine in his hands. He had two buttons of his collar open, dressed like a typical playboy. He went straight to Luo Shu with a clear goal: "Beautiful lady, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Would you mind having a drink and getting to know me?"
"She can't drink." Without waiting for Luo Shu to refuse, Song Shijin directly helped her push away the glass of wine.
"I'm asking about her." The man pointed at Luo Shu.
Song Shijin repeated: "I said, I can't drink it at all."
The man had finally managed to get rid of the batch of single men around Luo Shu, so how could he give up so easily? He said with a playful smile: "Brother Jin, you have a family, so don't join in the fun."
Impatience immediately crept up Song Shijin's eyebrows. He hooked his index finger to signal the man to come closer, then leaned over and whispered in the man's ear.
Luo Shu didn't hear what he muttered specifically, but the man's extremely high efficiency and pale face said it all.
It took no more than a minute from the time the man appeared to the time he disappeared.
After sending away the hitchhiker, Song Shijin turned to Luo Shu seriously and asked, "Can I ask you a favor?"
After a few seconds of silence, Luo Shu replied, "You go ahead."
"Don't tell him about me and Fei Wei."
Luo Shu narrowed her eyes: "Him?"
"Um."
"Are you referring to Fang Qingzhuo?" Luo Shu said.
Song Shijin smiled and said, "Who else?"
Luo Shu was a little uncertain: "Did he also tell you that I'm allergic to alcohol?"
Song Shijin nodded: "Although I don't know what your situation is now, but as his elder, if he has done anything to let you down, I apologize to you on his behalf. He has been neglected by his father and unloved by his mother since he was a child. My aunt..."
Seeing Luo Shu's bewildered expression, he paused to explain their family situation. "Even his grandmother couldn't control him, so if he had offended you in any way, I, as his cousin, would shamelessly ask for his forgiveness."
Luo Shu was even more confused: "Uncle?"
Song Shijin sighed: "My grandfather had a son in his old age, so the age difference between me and that brat is not much."
It turned out that it was not just a relationship, but a real relationship. Luo Shu said that every time they went to Xiange Zhuang for dinner, Manager Sun looked at them with a look of care from an elder. She even suspected that Manager Sun was a distant relative of Fang Qingzhuo. After Fang Qingzhuo listened to her random relatives, he stopped playing games, held her face in his hands and studied it, with an extremely surprised expression, he kept muttering, "It turns out that my girlfriend has such a rich imagination."
Luo Shu didn't dare to think too deeply: "Then I designed it, and it was also him..."
The incident happened so long ago that Song Shijin recalled it for a moment before saying slowly, "He contacted Manager Sun about the design matter in the beginning. He said he couldn't take advantage of his girlfriend for nothing. His girlfriend worked all night on this work, so not paying the copyright fees was obviously bullying. Later, Manager Sun couldn't make up his mind and reported it to me, which led to our meeting."
Luo Shu lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought.
Song Shijin grasped the key point: "He never mentioned this to you?"
Luo Shu shook her head.
Song Shijin understood immediately and muttered to himself: "This kid can't even act pitiful."
At this time, the crackling sound of microphone debugging came from the sound equipment, attracting the attention of most people in the venue to the stage.
Fei Wei changed into a strapless, floor-length blue dress that perfectly complemented her skin tone. She stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone and speaking: "Thank you to all my friends and the Lixiang family for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend my birthday party and Lixiang's anniversary celebration. Seven years ago, I fled this land where I had lived for over twenty years, empty-handed and heartbroken. Seven years later, I returned with Lixiang, my hard work, and it has been with me for seven full years. Many people don't understand why I chose to delve into the wedding planning industry. At first, I didn't understand either, and thought I was crazy. But later, when I found myself surrounded by endless blessings, the moment the ceremony was over was probably the closest I've ever been to happiness."
"Let's not waste any more time. Taking advantage of today's auspicious day of double happiness, I'm announcing two things in front of everyone. First, I'm settling abroad in the future. If you miss me, remember to come visit me often. I'll cover the round-trip airfare. I'm talking about you, Chen Qianfan, don't play dumb."
Being called out of the blue, all eyes gathered like a tide. Shen Qianfan nodded repeatedly with a mixture of helplessness and doting, raising his glass high in response.
After receiving the nod, Fei Wei smiled with satisfaction and moved on to the next topic, "The second one is about the management of the domestic market."
"I have decided to hand over the position of domestic director to..."
Fei Wei's words left a suspense, and the lights matched her gaze as she swept back and forth across the stage, passing Leo, who was determined to win, and countless ambitious faces, before finally settling on the face of Luo Shu, who was the most out of place and was swishing orange juice.
The moment the bright light hit her body, Luo Shu was stunned. She swallowed the last sip of sweet orange juice in her mouth. Didn’t Zhai Xiaowen’s gossip say that Leo was the chosen one?
Luo Shu was promoted to partner, and the happiest people were none other than all the colleagues in the design department, who screamed and applauded enthusiastically.
Her drifting thoughts were brought back by the thunderous applause that erupted around her, and Luo Shu came to her senses. So, Shen Qianfan congratulated her in advance for this? What about her transfer?
Everyone present saluted with their eyes. Song Shijin clapped beside him and whispered, "Congratulations."
Fei Wei also urged from the stage: "Luo Shu, come up quickly."
Influenced by the atmosphere, Luo Shu stopped being shy and took slow steps. With every step, the hem of her skirt, which barely dragged on the ground, swayed gracefully. From her hair to the hem of her skirt, her whole body was glowing.
Beauty and prettiness are two visual sensations. Prettiness is a fresh skin with an expiration date, which makes people admire and appreciate it sincerely. Beauty is different. It is a feeling. The self-confidence and publicity radiating from the inside out is the most impressive trump card, which automatically becomes the focus of everyone's attention.
Fang Qingzhuo was washing fruit at the kitchen island when she saw Luo Shu's video. She felt mixed emotions and thought that tonight, she was definitely as beautiful as a flower and as warm as a crystal.
Song Shijin then sent another text message: [I've taken care of the person for you. Remember what you promised me.]
Fang Qingzhuo didn't reply and clicked on the video to watch it again. Zhuang He turned off the tap and picked up an apple from the basket to play with it. The picture on his screen said sarcastically, "Oh, who spilled 98-year-old vinegar? It's so sour and smelly."
Fang Qingzhuo watched intently, and without even looking up, he retorted, "No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak."
Zhuang He was upset and started looking for trouble: "Tsk tsk tsk, why are you pretending to be so powerful? You must be stunned. How does it feel to lose your beautiful wife? The high-end dress that Xia Yimo borrowed for her, the makeup and hairstyle she put on, are as dazzling as female celebrities walking on the red carpet. You can imagine how dazzling tonight's dinner will be..."
With a loud bang, Zhuang He's gloating words were cut off in his throat.
Fang Qingzhuo slammed his phone down on the table. "If you poke my lungs again, I'll ask you to leave."
Zhuang He didn't like what he heard and pointed at him disappointedly, "Fang Qingzhuo, you're too partial. Just after getting a warning from your ex-girlfriend, you cowardly ran to pay for everyone else's bill except your love rival's. Oh, now you have to leave when you get to me. I despise you mentally."
Fang Qingzhuo ignored his sarcasm and snatched the apple from his hand before he had time to bite it, picked up a fruit knife to peel and cut it into pieces, and then carefully arranged it on a plate.
Faced with this situation, Zhuang He got angry for a moment and paced towards the dining table while complaining, "Only mosquitoes have an appetite. You said you would treat me to a meal, but in the end, well, you asked me to come to your house and eat the meal you cooked yourself."
He dragged the chair, "Hey, is it because Luo Shu's return and having a pretty boy by your side is too much of a stimulus for you? Instead of being the boss of a gaming company and the heir to a group, why are you going to be a chef in a restaurant?"
Fang Qingzhuo brought a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and a fruit plate with an expressionless face: "Try it, I'm learning to cook recently."
Zhuang He was a man with a short memory, and he lost his temper quickly. "You, cook? Can you eat it?"
"Why can't you eat it?" Fang Qingzhuo said, "You are the first person to eat the food I cook."
Zhuang He didn't know why he was so happy about this strange honor. He tried a bite, chewed it two or three times, and smacked his lips, savoring it. "Hmm, this egg fried rice tastes good."
Fang Qingzhuo picked up a piece of apple and was about to put it in his mouth when he heard someone calling a horse a zebra. His face suddenly changed, and he immediately lost his appetite and threw it back on the plate and retorted, "This is Yangzhou fried rice."
Zhuang He didn't believe it and scooped a spoonful: "This is clearly egg fried rice."
Fang Qingzhuo gnashed his teeth and spoke each word with emphasis: "I'll say it again, this is Yangzhou fried rice."
"Okay, okay, Yangzhou fried rice." Zhuang He was too lazy to talk too much. Without the self-awareness of a lab rat, he stuffed another full spoonful into his mouth. "Seriously, why did you suddenly want to learn how to cook, especially Huaiyang cuisine?"
Because she was holding food in her mouth, her words were unclear, but Fang Qingzhuo heard it clearly: "Because she can't cook."
It was self-evident who she was, the one she kept quiet about. Zhuang He swallowed the last mouthful of fried rice, raised his spoon, and composed a limerick with great interest: "In ancient times, a man would write a letter to his wife, a short piece of paper with deep feelings. Today, a lovestruck man learns to cook for love. How wonderful."
Fang Qingzhuo leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and raised his eyebrows proudly: "If you're envious, just say it. Not every pair of hands that can type code can make soup or stir-fry."
The expression on his face was effortlessly smug, and Zhuang He inexplicably wanted to put a stop to his arrogance. "Look at you! What's the point of having a good cooking skill? Luo Shu is doing well now. She still has food and drink, and people are there to care about her."
As expected, Fang Qingzhuo gave a stiff smile: "She is being chased by others because of her ability. Whether those people can catch up with her depends on my ability."
Zhuang He was impressed by his powerful logical thinking and gave him a thumbs up. "Awesome! I thought you asked me to ask which hotel Luo Shu was holding the dinner because you wanted to mess it up."
Fang Qingzhuo's eyes were deep: "That way...she will be unhappy."
It seems that I haven't thought about it. This time it was Zhuang He who raised his eyebrows: "Oh, I can still hear you worrying about others being unhappy in my lifetime. The key is that you are thinking about others. Does she know?
Fang Qingzhuo tried his best to remain calm on the surface, but in fact, just putting himself in the same scene at the same time made him so angry that his teeth itched and his stomach turned sour.
He couldn't go to the scene to guard against it personally, so he asked Song Shijin for help. If someone used social etiquette to force him to drink or something, don't blame him for being rude.
As for that Shen Qianshu who was cut into pieces, it doesn’t matter. Let the bullets fly for a while until he finds out what the connection between the two families is.
While he was distracted, Zhuang He, who hadn't gotten an answer, suddenly came up to him and asked mysteriously, "I have some important information. Do you want to hear it?"
But Fang Qingzhuo didn't fall for it and looked at him, as if he wanted to get out of here if he didn't want to talk.
Zhuang He was asking for trouble: "Luo Shu said that her friendship with that guy is pure."
"I know."
"Oh, now I know."
Fang Qingzhuo's sharp eyes softened instantly: "She just can't get over that hurdle, it's not like she doesn't love me anymore."
"You're quite confident." Zhuang He rolled his eyes, then lamented the two men's identical bad behavior. When it came to each other, one was numb and deaf, while the other never had a temper. But the latter was better. "So, what are your plans for the next step?"
“No plans.”
It's not that Fang Qingzhuo didn't take any action, but he was scheming too much. Luo Shu no longer fell for his tricks. He was already heavily in debt and didn't dare to gamble. If he lost, he would be left with nothing and would never be able to recover.
"Then I'll help you with some advice."
"No need."
"Don't worry."
"If you had this ability, you would have chased Xia Yimo a long time ago."
Zhuang He stopped talking.
"What else have you found out?" Fang Qingzhuo asked.
Zhuang He felt like he owed him something, so he told him the truth: "Gu Jiaqian is getting married next month, and they've agreed to go together. However, Xia Yimo and Gu Jiaqian don't like you, so don't rush to cause trouble, or I won't be able to help you."
"I understand." After saying this, Fang Qingzhuo got up and went back to the bedroom.
Here, Zhuang He watched him leave. He was arguing with him energetically one second, and left behind a lonely figure the next second. He felt a little pitiful for some reason, but then he thought, this guy was used to a smooth life and needed to be punished.
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