Chapter 89 Covering up for his own cuckold
Jiang Tingwan helped Song Zhi out of the club, the man's weight almost pressing on half of her shoulders.
He was very drunk, his steps were unsteady, and his breath was full of the hot smell of alcohol.
"Where's your assistant?" she asked, frowning.
"He was taken to the next room to be forced to drink," Song Zhi laughed softly, his voice hoarse.
"You think they'll leave one sober to ruin the fun?"
"Oh, I see." Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows and deliberately prolonged her tone, "It seems that if I hadn't appeared, you would be in great danger now."
"So?" He leaned lazily on her shoulder, "What does Miss Jiang want in return?"
"First learn to be nicer to your benefactor."
She was too lazy to wait for his assistant to get away, so she just stuffed him into her car.
The car window was rolled down, and the night breeze blew away some of the alcohol smell.
"Why do you want to socialize with them?" she asked, "Can the Ou family still force you to drink now?"
Song Zhi held up his head, the alcohol made his temples throb: "Do you think the Ou family is only as capable as it appears?"
He sneered, "The reason he could negotiate a marriage with my father was because of his brother-in-law, the second-in-command of the Finance Department of Hong Kong City."
Jiang Tingwan's eyes moved slightly.
She has only been in Hong Kong for a short time and is busy with work, so her network of contacts has not yet reached this level.
"Oh." She glanced at him meaningfully, "So Mr. Song was also the one who was sold by his family."
These words caused the car to suddenly become quiet.
As soon as Jiang Tingwan finished speaking, he recalled the situation when he first returned to China. Fortunately, he can now make choices freely.
But soon she lowered her eyes in self-mockery, feeling inexplicably sad in her heart, even though she now had the right to choose.
But is this "freedom" really worth it? Is it something that Ruan Yue paid for with his life?
Through the rearview mirror, Song Zhi saw Jiang Tingwan's drooping eyelashes casting a shadow, and her sharp words suddenly became silent.
He was acutely aware of her mood changes.
What is she thinking about? For whom is she sad?
"You were just ridiculing me, why are you sad now?" Song Zhi said in a faint voice.
"I am used to feeling sad at night."
Jiang Tingwan quickly put on the playful mask again.
"But you can't use me as a shield. I'm the daughter of a nouveau riche, so I can't shield you for long."
Since she had no backing, he didn't even want to cooperate with her on the project for a long time, not to mention how the Song family would view her.
Song Zhi looked at the person in front of him, and after a moment the cunningness returned to his eyes, as if the depression just now was just an illusion.
She always changes her expression quickly, sometimes being obedient, sometimes pretentious, and sometimes calculating.
He really underestimated her at the beginning.
Under the influence of alcohol, Song Zhi inexplicably had the urge to tease her.
He stared at her ever-changing expression, suddenly grabbed her wrist, and said in an ambiguous tone:
"What if I want to keep acting?"
He wanted to see her panic, but he saw Jiang Tingwan sneer and pull his hand back:
"If you want to continue acting, then repay me with projects, understand?"
What does this person want to do? Jiang Tingwan complained in his heart.
Do you think she is some little white rabbit?
She was all too familiar with this drama.
Shen Guan's gentle trap, Wen Nian's innocent disguise, which one is not a master? Do you still want to use this trick on her?
Song Zhi looked at her for a few seconds, his eyes dark and unclear. How could she be so at ease?
The car was parked downstairs of the apartment building.
Jiang Tingwan was about to get off the car when Song Zhi suddenly stopped her and said, "Wait a minute."
He pulled out a photo.
In the photo, she was sitting side by side with a man in a dim car.
Although she couldn't see the face clearly, Jiang Tingwan immediately recognized it as the scene of that night when she was walking with Shen Guan.
"Ms. Jiang, you have to act out the whole play."
Song Zhi leaned back in his chair and shook the photo. "If I hadn't bought it out, this photo would have been on Ou Shan's desk now."
By then, they will probably be exposed.
Jiang Tingwan took a quick look. How could it be that serious?
She smiled indifferently:
"Can't you see the face clearly? Can't you just say it's you?"
Song Zhi's eyes jumped. He didn't expect her to have this attitude.
"Anyway——"
She pushed open the car door, turned around and delivered a fatal blow:
"Ou Shan would never have thought that Mr. Song would cover up for his cuckoldry."
The night wind swept away her cheerful laughter, leaving only Song Zhi holding the photo and squinting his eyes dangerously in the car.
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The Lu family mansion.
Lu Yiqiao was browsing on her phone in the living room when she saw Lu Zhaoye hurriedly walking in without even saying hello.
As soon as Lu Zhaoye stepped into the study, he saw his father sitting behind the mahogany desk with a strange expression on his face, tapping the table with his fingers.
"dad."
He shouted, his tone impatient, "What's the hurry?"
Father Lu did not respond immediately, but cleared his throat and thought for a while.
"Akira, there may be some changes in the position of the special envoy in the port city..."
"What do you mean? It was transferred to someone else?"
Lu Zhaoye frowned and interrupted his father.
"Bang!"
He slammed his palm on the table, causing the teacup to jump up: "You are such a wimpy father."
"I have been preparing for the transfer order for more than a month, and you just give it to me?"
Father Lu was stunned by his son's yelling, and then he became angry:
"How dare you talk to your father, little brat?"
"Let me ask you this," Lu Zhaoye's voice was as cold as ice, "Who would be so eager to compete with you for this position? Did you do this on purpose?"
"What nonsense!"
Father Lu lowered his voice.
"It was your uncle Xie who arranged this for his son! He is the only child of his family. Now that things have come to this, what can I do?"
Lu Zhaoye became furious upon hearing this.
Xie Duo...Xie Duo again!
Why is it always him who cuts in?
He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
He made careful arrangements for more than a month just to be able to go to Hong Kong City with a legitimate reason, so that he could be with her and help her when necessary.
What happens when Cheng Yaojin shows up unexpectedly?
Father Lu saw that his expression was not right and softened his tone:
"Besides, why did you run so far? Wouldn't it be better for you to stay at home and accompany your mother?"
"You have a bright future in Kyoto, why bother..."
Outside the door now.
Lu Yiqiao was eavesdropping through the crack of the door. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes and muttered to himself:
What else can his brother do in Hong Kong City... Look for Wanwan...
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