The dinner took place a week before the start of the school term.
As night falls, the city's neon lights gradually illuminate the night.
villa.
Jiang Fei looked at herself in the mirror.
She wore a red off-the-shoulder evening gown, the floor-length skirt flaring out slightly at her knees, swaying gently as she walked, her long, slightly curled hair draped over her bare left shoulder.
good.
She got up and went downstairs.
Jiang Cuo was sitting in a wheelchair in the living room waiting for her. His leg injury had not yet healed, so he had to stay at home tonight.
Jiang Fei looked at the back of the boy in the white shirt and wheelchair, and raised her eyebrows slightly, which reminded her of a disabled person from a certain world.
Hearing the commotion upstairs, Jiang Cuo turned around, but was slightly taken aback when he saw Jiang Fei slowly descending the stairs.
He always knew she was beautiful.
She was especially stunning tonight.
But the thought that Song Yan and that man named Shen Fang were among the people she went to made him want to gouge their eyes out.
"How is it, Xiao Cuo?" Jiang Fei walked up to him and asked with a smile.
Jiang Cuo looked at her smile so close to his eyes and nodded: "Beautiful."
As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked up at her: "Sister, I want to ask you a question."
"What's the problem?"
Jiang Cuo looked at her with eyes full of innocence and curiosity and asked, "How many people can one person hold in their heart?"
He really wanted to know if all normal people were as sentimental as she was, or... if only she was?
Jiang Fei could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his feigned innocent expression. She smiled and said, "There are plenty."
Just as he finished speaking, Jiang's father called to urge him on.
Jiang Fei ruffled his hair, then turned and walked out.
Jiang Cuo helped her to the door in her wheelchair, and only after watching the car disappear from sight did he slowly turn his gaze away and chuckle.
Can your heart hold many people?
Then he really isn't a normal person, otherwise why would he only want to keep her by his side?
Song Yan, Shen Fang, and him.
She's too sentimental.
Jiang Cuo looked down at his knee; it still hurt quite a bit.
But……
He slowly stood up, and despite the dull pain in his knees, he walked step by step toward the entrance of the villa area.
He was truly glad that he had been injured.
On the other side.
The black sedan slowly pulled up in front of the banquet hall.
"Miss, we've arrived," the driver's voice rang out.
Jiang Fei snapped out of her daze, smiled and nodded at the driver, then got up and got out of the car.
Mr. Jiang and Aunt Wen had arrived ahead of time and were waiting for her in front of the car not far away.
Jiang Fei quickened her pace and walked up to the two men. The three of them then headed towards the banquet hall together.
In the banquet hall.
Many guests turned their attention to the boy next to the old man of the Song family.
Wearing a sharp black suit, the boy appeared ascetic and self-disciplined. His pale skin and aloof, indifferent eyes made him truly handsome.
However, the boy being watched kept glancing towards the entrance of the banquet hall, seemingly waiting for someone.
Song Yan had seen the entrance to the banquet hall countless times, with the doors opening and closing, and numerous well-dressed, successful people walking in, each with a standard smile on their face.
As Grandpa Song introduced each person, he listened quietly, nodding politely as a greeting, but his heart was filled with tension.
The last time I saw Jiang Fei was on Ruan Tang's birthday night. After that, she disappeared completely. Her address changed, her phone number was no longer in use, and she never appeared at school again.
Without even listening to his explanation, they sentenced him to death.
Now that the Jiang family has agreed to attend this banquet, will she come too?
How will she react when she sees him?
Surprise? Indifference? Or is she still angry with him? Or... will she be like before, like a proud peacock, yet carrying an alluring fragrance?
Now, he is able to repay what he owes her, and they can be even at any time. He will never again be "humiliated" by her like before...
The banquet hall doors slowly opened.
Song Yan couldn't help but look in that direction again, and after just one glance, he couldn't look away.
I met Jiang Fei for the first time in two months.
She was still as radiant as ever, just like at the school dance. She wore a red dress, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were as charming as ever. She was the most dazzling sight in the banquet hall.
She saw him too, and looked up in his direction.
Song Yan's breath hitched, his back stiffened, and he stood motionless.
Jiang Fei met his gaze, paused for less than half a second, then smiled, nodded at him, and looked away.
Song Yan was stunned. She was no longer angry with him and even greeted him with a smile. However, he still felt a chill in his heart.
“Xiao Yan, that’s someone from the Jiang family in Chen City,” Old Master Song introduced him. “Go over and say hello.”
Song Yan pursed her lips and walked over there, her eyes fixed on Jiang Fei.
"Mr. Song." Mr. Jiang smiled when he saw the visitor. After all, he was the host, so he had to give him face first.
“Mr. Jiang,” Old Master Song smiled and turned to look at Song Yan, “This is Song Yan, Xiao Yan, this is Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang from the Jiang family, and their daughter.”
Song Yan nodded politely as always: "Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Fei, his hand hanging at his side clenched unconsciously, and then he stretched it out in front of her, staring into her eyes and said, "Jiang Fei."
Jiang Fei shook his hand and smiled politely, "Classmate Song." Her gaze was distant yet courteous.
Song Yan's hand, which was holding Jiang Fei's, trembled slightly.
Old Master Song, noticing Jiang Fei's form of address, looked at Jiang's father: "Your daughter and Xiao Yan..."
Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "Jiang Jiang transferred to Xiao Yan's class last year, so they are classmates. However, Jiang Jiang said that they are not very familiar with each other yet. They will become familiar with each other after they get to know each other."
Not very familiar with it.
These five large characters kept echoing in Song Yan's mind.
He should be happy.
Just as they had agreed, their relationship could not be known to anyone else.
She kept her promise, and he no longer needed to fear that people would know about his less-than-honorable past.
But……
Song Yan looked at Jiang Fei, this... Jiang Fei who once lay on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, this girl who once straddled his lap and wrote "Jiang Fei" on his chest, this... Jiang Fei who forced him to stay by her side and did many intimate things with him, now said that she was "not very familiar" with him!
"Xiao Yan? Xiao Yan?" someone called to him.
Song Yan snapped out of his daze, glanced at Old Master Song beside him, then looked at his own hand that was still holding Jiang Fei's, and followed that hand to its owner.
Jiang Fei smiled at him, her eyes filled with polite concern: "Song, are you alright?"
Song Yan pressed his lips tightly together, trying to find the slightest flaw in her emotions.
But... no.
"Song, I'm going over there." Jiang Fei spoke again, glancing down at their clasped hands, and then gently pulled her hands away.
Song Yan suddenly tightened his grip on her hand, a strange sense of panic rising within him.
Jiang Fei asked, puzzled, "Classmate Song?"
Grandpa Song, who was standing to the side, was also looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Song Yan's fingers trembled slightly, her fingertips were icy cold.
She's still pretending!
Pretend you don't know him!
How could she... pretend that nothing had ever happened before?
She was the one who forced him to do so many intimate things!
There was another commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall.
Jiang Fei turned her head and saw Shen Fang walking in, dressed in a sharp suit. The young man's originally flamboyant features were much more subdued, and he looked somewhat tired. His gaze swept around the crowd before settling on her.
Shen Fang's gaze paused slightly. Jiang Fei, dressed in an evening gown, was as bright and beautiful as a flame. But when he saw Song Yan beside her, a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. He got up and walked over to her, finally stopping in front of Jiang Fei.
He ignored Song Yan, who was still holding Jiang Fei's hand, and said in a low voice, "Uncle Jiang called me specifically to say that you would be attending tonight's banquet."
Song Yan's body suddenly tensed up.
During the time she disappeared, did she keep in touch with Shen Fang?
Was he the only one whose secret was being kept?
That's right, wasn't it because of Shen Fang that she got close to him in the first place? Now that Shen Fang and she are closer, he's naturally been left out.
But didn't she say she wasn't very patient? Why is she so patient with Shen Fang?
"I didn't expect you to come too," Jiang Fei said with a smile.
Shen Fang said, "I wasn't planning on coming." He needed to learn many things at the company from scratch, but when he knew she was coming, he couldn't hold back any longer. "The ball is about to start..."
As he spoke, he extended his hand in front of her.
He was gambling that the reason she didn't mention breaking off the engagement when they met late at night last time was because she still had some feelings for him.
Jiang Fei smiled and then tried to pull her hand away from Song Yan's.
Song Yan gripped her hand tightly for a moment, then slowly released it.
Jiang Fei nodded and smiled at him, placed her hand in Chen Fang's palm, and the two walked hand in hand toward the dance floor.
The inkstone remained standing firmly in its original spot.
The dinner party began.
On the dance floor, Jiang Fei, wearing a red dress, and Shen Fang, in a suit, were dancing gracefully to the music.
It was just like that time at the school dance when she and he danced together.
That night, she even let him kiss her.
The difference is that tonight, Shen Fang took the initiative to invite her, while that night, he was forced into the dance floor by her.
That's fine too.
The shameful memories are in the past, and Jiang Fei can no longer force him to do anything. Once he has paid off his debts, he can return to his peaceful life.
That's fine too.
When Old Master Song returned from socializing with others, he looked at Song Yan. Although he had found him halfway back, he liked him from the bottom of his heart the moment he saw him—he was patient and restrained, and had a talent for business; he was a born prodigy.
However, at this moment, Song Yan's expression was calm, but his eyes were turbulent, with a faint redness in them, and his hands hanging at his sides trembled slightly.
I felt both angry and... aggrieved.
Grandpa Song couldn't help but blink. Where did this grievance come from?
"Xiao Yan?" the old man said.
Song Yan snapped back to reality, just as the song ended and the people on the dance floor left in pairs.
He turned and walked toward the orchestra in the corner.
Even so, it's fine. He should at least make things clear to her, explain things clearly... about the "repayment" matters.
The somewhat well-known pianist looked puzzled when the main figure of the banquet arrived: "Mr. Song?"
Song Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Change the tune."
"Change what?"
Song Yan paused for a moment, then uttered two words.
...
As Jiang Fei and Shen Fang emerged from the dance floor, they were about to go find Jiang's father when they were stopped by someone.
Jiang Fei looked up in confusion and saw Song Yan standing in front of her. She feigned surprise and asked, "Classmate Song?"
Song Yan pursed his lips tightly, looking at her innocent-looking eyes, and then reached out his hand to her.
Jiang Fei asked in confusion, "Sorry, I just finished dancing..."
Before he could finish speaking, a familiar melody began to play in the banquet hall.
prisoner.
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