Chapter 131 Master Wen, Please
The neon lights outside the car window cast changing light and shadows on Jiang Tingwan's face. She supported her temples with one hand and gently rubbed her swollen brows with her fingertips.
As soon as Song Zhi sat down next to her, he heard the woman's cold voice:
"So you went through all this just to show me this?"
Song Zhi tapped his knees twice with his fingertips and said calmly, "I just want you to know the truth."
"I see. So what?" Jiang Tingwan turned her head, with a rare look of impatience in her eyes.
"Separate from him." Song Zhi held her other hand on her knee, his eyes fell on their overlapping hands, his tone unquestionable.
"Song Zhi, what are you doing crazy again?" Jiang Tingwan pulled his hand back abruptly, frowning: "I thought I had explained it clearly to you on the ship."
"It's clear enough." Song Zhi's voice was still steady, but there was a turbulent tide in his eyes, "But I can't accept you in someone else's arms."
He thought all night and wondered if he could be with her if his family was simpler.
How nice it would be if he was the one who took her home.
"Then what do you want?" Jiang Tingwan sneered, "Continue the fake relationship from before? What do you think of me?"
Song Zhi was silent for a moment: "I will become the real ruler of the Song family, and then-"
"Stop." Jiang Tingwan raised her hand to interrupt. "Let's not talk about whether you can succeed or not. The key is—" She looked him straight in the eyes, "whether I am willing or not."
The two people's eyes met in the small compartment, and the air seemed to freeze.
"Could it be," Song Zhi's voice finally showed a trace of fluctuation, "you are willing to be with him? From the beginning to the end, he was fake."
"You and I are also fake." Jiang Tingwan leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent, "I don't like him. I don't like you either."
She rolled down the window, looked outside, and said to the driver, "Drive, I want to go back."
The car started slowly, and Song Zhi's profile looked particularly stern in the flickering light.
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The carnival in the financial market continued, and the stock jointly created by Tingyue and Song family soared all the way, bringing amazing profits to both parties.
But Jiang Tingwan never met Song Zhi again, and all the details of the cooperation were communicated through his assistant and emails.
She opened the door early in the morning without stopping.
She expressionlessly stepped over the tall figure crouching at the door of her house, the stiletto heels of her black high heels brushing against Wen Nian's sleeves.
"Sister..." Wen Nian noticed the movement and grabbed her wrist sleepily, "I was really wrong."
"That's enough." Jiang Tingwan looked down at his messy gray hair and red eyes, and gently pulled his hand away: "If you pull me again, I'll be late."
This is already the seventh night.
Ever since that day at the casino, Wen Nian had been like an abandoned large dog, stubbornly guarding her door.
He clearly had the password to her house, but he never dared to enter without permission again - the look in Jiang Tingwan's eyes that day made him understand that if he crossed the line again, he would be completely disliked.
The elevator door slowly closed, blocking Wen Nian's sight.
Only after he confirmed that Jiang Tingwan had left did the sleepiness in his eyes gradually dissipate, replaced by bottomless darkness.
With his slender fingers inserted into his hair, Wen Nian leaned dejectedly against the cold door.
As expected, as long as she didn't want to, no matter what tricks he used, it would be useless to her. He was too arrogant at the beginning and actually thought he could manipulate her feelings.
But now, who is trapped in it and can't extricate himself...
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In the study room of the Song family mansion, the scent of sandalwood is wafting.
Song Cheng sat in a wheelchair, tapping the armrests with his pale fingers and coughing from time to time.
"This project went well." Song Cheng looked up at his son standing beside him, a hint of satisfaction flashing through his cloudy eyes, "The stock price has tripled."
Song Zhi put one hand in his pocket, his eyes fell on a withered plum tree in the courtyard outside the window, and he said "hmm" absentmindedly.
"The daughter of the Zhou family just came back from England," Song Cheng suddenly changed the subject, "and her age is just right for you. Although the marriage with the Ou family didn't work out, it wouldn't hurt to meet her."
It seems that Song Cheng has noticed his efforts during this period and is preparing to help him make some connections.
But this is not what he wants.
Song Zhi's fingers tightened slightly on the window frame, but his voice was calm: "Father, I still want to focus on my career first."
Song Cheng stared at him for a few seconds. What happened between him and Jiang Tingwan didn't cause any trouble after all. The son in front of him was calm and steady, and there didn't seem to be any clues.
"Just be careful about what you do." Finally, he waved his hand and let the nurse push him away to take medicine.
As soon as the study door was closed, Song's mother came out from the living room.
Song Zhi knew that every word of the conversation just now would definitely not escape her ears.
The woman's well-maintained face was cold: "He just wanted to introduce you to someone, why did you refuse?"
"I said," Song Zhi turned around, his hair on his forehead casting a shadow, "I want to focus on my career first."
"Career?" Song's mother sneered, her eyes never missing the slightest change on his face, her nails digging deep into her palms, "Don't you understand why he suddenly brought this up? Don't you know what he wants now?"
It's nothing more than making the Song family's position more stable. Also, Song Cheng is seriously ill, and he wants to see a successor to the Song family.
Song Zhi raised his eyes, his dark pupils showing an unclear emotion: "Since mother doesn't even want to say his name, why should I try to please him?"
The tone of this sentence was plain, but it pierced Song's mother's heart like a knife.
She was stunned for a second, then her beautiful eyes frowned, she grabbed the crystal ashtray on the table and threw it at Song Zhi——
"Bang!"
The ashtray flew past Song Zhi's forehead and left a dent on the wall.
Blood flowed slowly down his temples, but he didn't even blink.
"Do you still have feelings for that girl?" Song's mother's voice trembled. "I tell you, if she can't get the shares, she won't have an easy life!"
Blood slid down his jaw and dripped onto the collar of his snow-white shirt.
Song Zhi raised his hand to wipe away the blood, his tone frighteningly calm: "I will take what my mother wants." He turned and walked towards the door, and before leaving, he said one last time, "But you can't touch her."
"Song Zhi!" Song's mother shouted angrily behind him, "What's your attitude?!"
But the only answer she got was the soft sound of the study door closing.
In the corridor, Song Zhi's footsteps became faster and faster.
Blood stained his fingertips, but he felt nothing. Everyone was arranging and forcing him, as if he could have everything if he had power and status.
But only he knew that he couldn't catch the person he wanted by relying on these.
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The morning sun shone in through the French windows. The moment Jiang Tingwan pushed open the office door, her footsteps paused slightly.
Wen Nian was sitting on the sofa in the reception area, his gray hair shining silver in the sunlight, his slender fingers playing with a fountain pen.
Seeing her come in, he immediately stood up, with a familiar smile on his face: "Sister."
No wonder he didn't block her door this morning... She thought he had given up, but she didn't expect him to come here.
"Didn't I tell you that?" Jiang Tingwan frowned and turned to look at Zhou Luoyao behind him: "After firing him, why did you let him in?"
"How can I stop him..." Zhou Luoyao lowered her voice helplessly, "He said this morning that he wanted to invest here."
"Sister..." Wen Nian noticed her subtle expression and felt a little sad, but he still walked closer and said in a flattering tone: "Don't be angry, I'm here as an investor."
In the past few days, he had figured it out. Since she didn't want to treat him the same way as before, he would change his way and approach her with his original identity.
She likes to work and likes to win big projects, so he stands in front of her as an investor.
Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows and finally looked him straight in the eye.
The young man in front of me - no, now I should call him Young Master Wen.
He was wearing a well-tailored dark grey suit, and the black diamonds embedded in his tie clip shone dimly in the light. There was no trace of the "down-and-out intern" he once was.
That’s right, the eldest son of the Wen family does have the capital to invest.
"That's fine." She turned and walked towards her desk, saying without looking back, "But you can consult Manager Zhou about this project."
"Why would he be willing to hand it over to me?" Zhou Luoyao came closer, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes: "He's been waiting since morning, and it's obvious that he's coming for you."
She had realized during the previous interview that this boy was not an ordinary person, and now he was a young master.
Jiang Tingwan looked at her expression, narrowed his eyes, and looked accusingly at her. She always liked to watch the fun and never mind making trouble.
She put down her pen and looked up at Wen Nian who was standing in front of the desk. "You can ask me to coordinate it." She tapped the table with her fingertips. "But you should know that the project that allows me to coordinate it personally must be of a high level."
Wen Nian's eyes brightened up. I hope she can take it.
He raised his hand to indicate.
The assistant behind him immediately stepped forward and placed a gold-stamped document on the table: "This is our young master's asset certificate and the details of the funds that can be invested."
Jiang Tingwan opened the document. Even though she was used to big scenes, the numbers on it made her fingertips pause. Investing such a huge amount of money in the initial cooperation, probably no one else would do this except him.
As expected, they are the Wen family of Haocheng.
She closed the document and owned nearly a thousand casinos, so her moves were different.
Wen Nian propped one hand on the desk and leaned closer: "Sister, is this enough for you to be my investment advisor?"
The sun was streaming between them. Jiang Tingwan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her and suddenly chuckled, "Yes, of course."
After all, you'd be a fool not to make money.
She reached out and pressed the intercom, "Lisa, prepare the VIP meeting room."
She stood up, ignoring Wen Nian's expression behind her, and just kept her distance from him and said silently:
"Master Wen, please come in.
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