Chapter 76: Financial Boss?
Soothing music sounded in her ears, but An Wenqing had no mood to appreciate it. The reason was that she was drunk.
Drunk as hell.
People say that alcohol can relieve a thousand sorrows, but An Wenqing didn't believe it at first. She felt that drinking herself into a drunkard was just a way to escape reality.
But only at this moment did she realize the feeling of bitter wine entering her throat and the pain in her heart. It turns out that if you can't get what you want, you will really be devastated.
With her legs crossed and swaying slightly, An Wenqing recalled the past. At that time, she and Xie Jingcheng were still attending the same school.
It was raining heavily, and for some reason, my driver didn't come today.
"Wenqing, come back with me."
The usually cold person took the initiative to speak at this moment. Xie Jingcheng looked at his driver coming over with an umbrella, tilted his head and asked An Wenqing.
"No, I'll wait for the driver to come."
The two of them had been friends since childhood, but after going to school and entering puberty, An Wenqing no longer paid much attention to Xie Jingcheng.
"Your driver may have been delayed."
Seeing that the Xie family's driver had arrived beside him and An Wenqing had not moved, Xie Jingcheng could only sigh helplessly, took the umbrella from the driver, and then walked over.
The driver was a little surprised to see this.
However, when he came to pick up the lady, he naturally made two preparations and took out a folding umbrella from behind.
Indeed, being a driver for a wealthy family requires the ability to anticipate a variety of situations.
The small umbrella can barely keep out the wind and rain, but it won't get your suit wet, as it's your work clothes.
"Come with me."
Xie Jingcheng's tone was a bit tough. Before An Wenqing could refuse, she was dragged into the pouring rain. With the umbrella on her head, her hair was not wet at all.
But when he got in the car, he found that half of Xie Jingcheng's shoulder was wet.
Perhaps he had already fallen from that moment, when his nose started to feel sore, but An Wenqing had not yet realized it.
She still goes her own way.
But it was always Xie Jingcheng who came to clean up the mess.
After going to college, An Wenqing dated several handsome guys who were attracted by her family background. She thought she had found true love, but unexpectedly, the other party just wanted her family's money.
One or two of them are like this. She is heartbroken and will get drunk at the party like she did today until late at night.
The friends were all drunk and went home in groups of three or four, or just covered themselves with blankets and passed out on the sofa.
Until then, there was a knock on the door, and Xie Jingcheng came into the apartment wrapped in the cold night wind.
"Wenqing, you are drunk, drink some hot tea."
"I'll carry you back. Don't sleep in a crowded place like this. It's not safe."
When she gradually became tired of the love field, An Wenqing realized that the person she wanted had always been by her side, but when she turned around to look for him, Xie Jingcheng was gone.
Even though the other party repeatedly emphasized it.
She just treated her as her friend's sister, but An Wenqing didn't think so. If she had a sister or a friend, she wouldn't take such meticulous care of her.
It was I who lost Xie Jingcheng.
Idiot, from childhood to university, it’s such a long road, but I have never realized it. Xie Jingcheng must be heartbroken.
Tears welled up in An Wenqing's eyes. She was unwilling to accept that the love she had always dreamed of was right at her fingertips, but she couldn't catch it.
Just as he was about to reach for the bottle of wine, there was a knock on the door, and several people sitting on the sofa opened their eyes in dissatisfaction.
"Who is it? It's so late."
This time, everyone came out to get together, all of them were An Wenqing's best friends, and there were no men, so they dared to be so unrestrained.
"I don't know, leave him alone."
There was a man holding his head. It was obvious that he was not feeling well after being drunk, but he was really happy when he was drinking.
After knocking on the door for a while and seeing no response, the key started to turn. Everyone was frightened awake. The person who had the key was probably not an ordinary person.
Sure enough, the door was pushed open and a woman with long hair falling to her shoulders walked over. She was very tall and wore a pair of gray flat shoes.
"Miss, you should go home."
The woman is nearly thirty years old, but there are few signs of aging on her face. This is not a problem of maintenance, but has a lot to do with a healthy mentality.
"I'm not going back."
An Wenqing refused outright, but the woman did not give up like the other bodyguards.
Instead, he took a few steps forward.
"You have to go back even if you don't want to. The master and the mistress are worried about you."
After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, put her arm around the other person's waist, carried him on her shoulder and walked forward.
"Who do you think you are?"
It is well known that An Wenqing has a bad personality, so the bodyguards following her always have to suffer inhuman treatment and are replaced on average once a month.
The only thing was that this woman had been with her for several years.
Even after being patted on the cheek, the other party was not angry and continued to carry the person away, leaving the other girlfriends in the apartment looking at each other in bewilderment.
"She's really amazing. She dares to carry An Wenqing away."
"Of course. I heard that she was a soldier before."
Being a bodyguard, one must have some outstanding qualities.
Otherwise, why would we hire you with such a high salary?
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Song Qingxing came out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed again. She felt very comfortable after taking a shower, especially with the air conditioning in the B&B room.
I felt that all the heat in my body subsided.
The temperature that Xie Jingcheng set was not particularly low, about 27 degrees, so it was not particularly cold and I didn’t feel like sneezing.
"Come here, let me blow dry your hair."
Xie Jingcheng patted the bed and Song Qingxing came over obediently. Because it was a high-end hair dryer, the noise was very small and did not delay their conversation.
Xie Jingcheng's slender fingertips were picking up the jet-black hair, and his expression was full of concentration and seriousness.
"Will you feel worried when you accompany me to be so willful?"
Although she was overwhelmed with possessiveness just now, after calming down, Xie Jingcheng still felt a little annoyed. She shouldn't have forced the other party to make an official announcement.
This is so irrational.
"Why?"
"You're an idol after all, and it hasn't been easy for you to get this far. You relied heavily on the support of your fans, but your sudden announcement might seem irresponsible to your fans."
Xie Jingcheng actually thought about himself calmly?
Song Qingxing's pupils dilated in disbelief.
It's rare for a sponsor to have such awareness. Shouldn't she be moved? And she should be moved to the point of prostrating herself.
"That's true, but if I don't sing and dance, they will soon abandon me."
The world is so realistic. Just because you are an idol doesn’t mean you will have fans as your supporters.
Instead, you have to keep singing and dancing to please them, and then they will always stay with you. This is a two-way process.
"Instead of relying on others, it's better to rely on yourself, but I can take a shortcut than them because I can rely on you."
Song Qingxing held Xie Jingcheng's hand as he was blowing her hair.
"Isn't that what I said, Mr. Gold Master?"
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