Chapter 124...How are you thinking about it?
Xie Siyan did not go to pick up Xie Ling in person.
Apart from Xie Siyan, Cheng Yu and others from the Xie family, few people knew about Xie Ling's recent trip abroad and return to China.
So, when Xie Ling saw Zhao Er outside the baggage claim area, she was stunned.
Under the bright lights of the airport.
Zhao Song was leaning on the railing at the airport entrance. When he saw her figure from afar, his eyes lit up and he took two steps at a time to walk towards her with a cynical smile on his face.
"Why are you here?" Xie Ling stopped in his tracks.
"By the way."
Zhao Song naturally reached out and took the pink suitcase from Xie Ling, his movements remarkably familiar. He dragged the suitcase along behind Xie Ling, avoiding the crowd. Suddenly, he leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, and asked curiously, "I heard Chen Fuji was injured and is recuperating abroad?"
Zhao Song is not a bad person.
It's like a piece of sticky candy that you can't get rid of.
If it wasn't for getting back Chen's mother's apartment, she didn't want to have anything to do with this playboy in her life.
Thinking of this, Xie Ling walked forward with a dull face, letting Zhao Song continue to drag her pink suitcase, neither saying yes nor no.
When Zhao Song saw her expression, his eyes swept across her tense profile, and he suddenly had a hint of doubt: Could the gossip he heard be true?
"You went to America... to see him?" Zhao Song followed her again without giving up, staring at the changes in her expression and continued to ask.
Xie Ling still didn't react this time.
But the two people had already reached the elevator.
She took her own suitcase from Zhao Song.
"Huh?" Zhao Song was stunned.
Xie Ling pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll...take a taxi and leave."
"Why do you want a taxi?" Zhao Song seemed oblivious to her refusal. "My sports car is parked right below ground level."
Xie Ling had already turned around and went into the elevator.
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After three days and three nights of rescue, Song's father was temporarily out of danger.
Song Mingxi's eyes were red from staying up late.
He has lost a lot of weight. His originally round chin now looks a bit pointed. He looks pale and haggard, and has a somewhat fragile and delicate demeanor, which makes people feel distressed.
Zhou Xu took over the hospital temporarily, and she dragged her exhausted body home.
I wanted to catch up on some sleep.
But when I lay down on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep.
Dusk is falling outside the window.
Song Mingxi stared at the ceiling in a daze.
I thought I might have gotten used to the hospital's schedule. I had been awake for the past three days, and now that I had some free time, I couldn't fall asleep.
She couldn't help but wonder, would it be better if Zhou Xu was at home now?
Sometimes two people are different from one person.
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"Jia Jia, are you home?"
Song Mingxi lay on the wedding bed that belonged to her and Zhou Xu for a while, then took out her cell phone and called Mu Jia.
Mu Jia was standing on the balcony of the apartment at this moment.
The evening breeze blew through her soft long hair, and her eyes fell into the distance.
She recently submitted her resignation application to KIC, and the senior management tried their best to retain her. In the end, the two sides reached a compromise, allowing her to rest at home for a while before making a decision.
So, now she is simply sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breeze and killing time.
"Here I am."
Mu Jia responded softly.
His fingers unconsciously stroked the railing, and he looked into the distance, "How is my uncle doing?"
"We are out of danger for now. The doctor said... we still need to continue to observe."
Song Mingxi's voice was very hoarse.
Even through the phone, Mu Jia could imagine how haggard she looked at the moment.
I understand.
Mu Jia had never experienced his parents being hospitalized.
Mu Zhisheng and Chen Lifang are both in good health. They occasionally have minor illnesses, but they can handle them on their own. They have not yet been seriously ill and need her care.
The first time you experience this kind of thing, you're always panicked.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little emotional, "Zhou Xu... is quite surprising."
It was indeed unexpected.
A young master like Zhou Xu, who usually lives a life of luxury, could actually stay up all night in the hospital to take care of Song Mingxi, simply to fulfill his filial duty.
This kind of thoughtfulness is rare in this circle.
He could just show up during the day and rest at night without having to work so hard.
On the other end of the phone, Song Mingxi hummed softly, "My opinion of him has changed a lot this time."
"Then try to get along with each other seriously..."
"Don't talk about me," Song Mingxi suddenly perked up a bit, remembering something, "How are you and Xie Siyan doing? I heard from Zhou Xu...did he come to see you again?"
"Yes," Mu Jia relayed Xie Siyan's words to Song Mingxi in full. "He said that the engagement was just a temporary solution to deal with his family, and he hoped that I could understand him..."
"So what do you think?"
After asking, Song Mingxi couldn't help but curse, "Jia Jia, your encounter with Shen Xingchu that day was completely planned by Bai Yirou!!!" After saying that, she couldn't help but lower her voice and spit, "If you ask me, Xie Siyan is not a good guy either. If he hadn't been protecting Bai Yirou..."
Whose white moonlight is this? She already has a child, but she is still meddling in her ex's affairs?
Mu Jia was silent, and asked blankly, "What did you say?"
Only then did Song Mingxi realize that he had spoken too quickly.
She said slowly, "At the banquet that day, I accidentally let slip that a friend was helping me manage my business. She must have heard it, so she wanted to organize a party that evening, and she insisted on going to my place..."
"I'm sorry, Jiajia," Song Mingxi said with a tone full of guilt, "The video of Shen Xingchu asking for your contact information has been posted on WeChat Moments..."
Mu Jia's fingers froze.
The box was dimly lit that day, and as she stood in the brightly lit corridor, she couldn't actually see the scene inside clearly.
I vaguely remember that Bai Yirou was among the onlookers.
There seemed to be someone holding a mobile phone next to her, but she didn't think about taking a video.
"Jia Jia..."
Mu Jia was stunned for a moment, "What did you say?"
Song Mingxi's tone choked, and he awkwardly changed the subject. "It wasn't a good thing after all. I didn't look closely. Those people were not good people to begin with. They made up a lot of rumors about me when I was in school..."
Mu Jia probably understood.
She held the phone in a daze for a while, and when she hung up, Song Mingxi noticed that she was still not in a good mood.
That night, Mu Jia received another call from Xie Siyan.
The man's deep voice rang in my ears, and I felt a tingling sensation, like a feather sliding past. "...How are you thinking about it?"
Mu Jia lowered his eyes.
Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes.
Of course she understood what he was asking.
But at this moment, all I could think about were the words Song Mingxi said.
Her fingers subconsciously grasped the corner of the pillow and she spoke bluntly, "Song Mingxi told me that the video of Shen Xingchu asking for my contact information that day was posted on your WeChat Moments." Her voice was a little muffled and nasal, but her tone was cold. "Did you... see it?"
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.
After a long time, Xie Siyan uttered a low "hmm".
"I want them to delete it," Mu Jia said hesitantly, with a sense of alienation, "Can you help me?"
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