"When she gets tired of playing with me and the time is right, I'll join her in killing that evil creature."
Su Jin was stunned.
She looked at Song Jingcheng deeply, picked up the warm tea on the table and took a sip, sneered, and commented on him: "I don't think you are a good person."
Song Jingcheng smiled slightly and did not argue.
He said, "Judging by deeds, not by heart, no one is perfect. Ms. Su, whether you believe it or not, I, Song Jingcheng, have never forced or killed any innocent person in my life."
"But the business world is like a battlefield. As a businessman, I will inevitably harm the interests of some people for the sake of profit."
"They failed, went bankrupt, jumped off the building because they couldn't bear the pressure, or made some other choice. That was not my intention."
"There is a fundamental difference between Mu Tingyun and me. At least, if the same situation happened to me, I would definitely not harm an innocent person just to save the life of my loved one."
The most despicable thing he could do was to pay the donor and make a deal.
Su Jin did not refute Song Jingcheng's idea.
"You fainted on purpose today to test my background..." Su Jin asked Song Jingcheng, "Did you go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic to investigate me?"
"To be honest, the Chinese Medical Center has no idea of your specific identity. Before this, we all narrowly believed that you were an elderly man."
Hearing this, Su Jin sneered.
Song Jingcheng knew what she was laughing at, but he didn't point it out.
There is indeed occupational bias in this world, and Song Jingcheng himself has this problem.
He will learn his lesson after this incident.
"Then how did you find out my identity?" Su Jin thought she had concealed it very well. Over the years, the people at the National Medical Clinic had been trying to find her, but they had no way.
So, in the evening, when Su Jin realized that Song Jingcheng had discovered that she was Su Miao, she was a little surprised.
"It's a coincidence." Song Jingcheng sighed, "Some time ago, Chen He saw that I was suffering from severe insomnia, so he asked you to help me prepare a new calming aromatherapy."
"Dr. Su is so kind and thoughtful. He even wrote me a list of prescriptions. I contacted the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic to prepare a few more tranquilizing sachets according to the list, and that's when I recognized you by your handwriting."
After learning the whole story, Su Jin also felt that they were destined to be together.
"You asked Chen He to bring me here for dinner. Do you want me to treat you?"
Song Jingcheng was not embarrassed even though his thoughts were revealed.
He admitted frankly, "Yes, Doctor Su, I want to live, please help me."
Seeing that he was open, generous and direct, Su Jin did not feel unhappy about being used.
She stared at the plate of persimmon cakes on the table and asked Song Jingcheng, "Have you asked Miaomiao about my food preferences?"
Song Jingcheng shook his head, "That's not the case, but I remember that in your last life, on the seventh day after your death, Chen He went to the supermarket to buy you some persimmon cakes."
Song Jingcheng can remember even this little detail...
Su Jin picked up the persimmon cake from the plate, took a bite, and suddenly said, "There is a persimmon tree at the head of our village. It dies in the winter, but it comes back to life in the spring."
"Next October, I'll treat you to persimmons from our village."
Upon hearing this, Song Jingcheng was overjoyed.
"Doctor Su, can you really cure my illness?" Song Jingcheng's eyes sparkled when he asked this question.
The last time Su Jin saw such clear and bright eyes was in the eyes of the village black-backed dog named Wang Chai.
"It's your fate that you were able to find me."
Su Jin stood up and told Song Jingcheng, "Find someone to accompany me to Kyoto. I need to go to the Chinese Medical Center to look up some information."
"when?"
"Now."
Now?
Song Jingcheng subconsciously advised her: "You are old, and it's dark now, you should come back tomorrow morning..."
"No, I can't sleep when I have something on my mind." Su Jin is a man of action. If he says he wants to set off, he has to set off.
Song Jingcheng couldn't persuade her, so he had to let Ma Kai personally pick two trustworthy subordinates to accompany Su Jin to Kyoto.
Before leaving, Su Jin told Song Jingcheng: "Find someone to follow Miaomiao. I'm afraid Mu Tingyun will do something desperate."
"besides."
Seeing Su Jin's serious expression, Song Jingcheng hurriedly said, "Go ahead."
Su Jin instructed seriously, "The fish and cats in the studio are both foodies. They'll get hungry if they don't eat. Find someone to help me take care of them. Don't cause trouble for the cleaning girl."
"...I'll go there myself." Song Jingcheng agreed readily.
Su Jin saw through Song Jingcheng's thoughts clearly and objected immediately: "You can't."
Song Jingcheng said subconsciously: "I won't go to the company recently. I have time."
Su Jinhu scolded Song Jingcheng, "Miao Miao and Mu Tingyun just broke up. What does it look like for you to go to her studio?"
"If someone sees us, they will definitely make up rumors to hurt our Miaomiao. Since ancient times, peach blossom news has always hurt women."
"Song boy, if you really like Miaomiao, you should rest at home during this period of time. Don't show up in public, especially don't get close to Miaomiao."
Song Jingcheng felt aggrieved and depressed.
I also think what Ms. Su Jin said makes a lot of sense.
This was the critical period for Shen He to engage in public opinion warfare.
As an underground lover, he should really keep a low profile and not cause trouble for Chen He.
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