Chapter 26
Song Shiyu slowly shook off the water droplets on his hands, his posture was relaxed, but his tone was sharp: "Why can't I be here? But you, Mr. Ji, are busy with all kinds of things, how do you have time to come to such a place of 'selling smiles'? Could it be that... you are unhappy about not getting the land last time, so you came out to relax?" He accurately hit Ji Wei's recent sore spot.
Ji Wei was a seasoned veteran, and although his chest heaved with anger, he quickly regained some composure. He snorted coldly and threatened, "Young man, don't think you can dominate the world just because you managed to snatch two pieces of meat from me. The business world is full of ups and downs, and the one who laughs last is the winner. I advise you not to get too complacent."
Song Shiyu met his gaze, his eyes sharp as a knife, without any fear: "Then let's wait and see, whether a young man like me can be proud for a longer time, or you, President Ji... live longer." The coldness in his words seemed to make the temperature in the lounge drop by several degrees.
Ji Wei was frightened by the fierceness that flashed across his eyes, and his heart trembled.
He realized that he could not get any advantage here in Song Shi, so he turned to Ji Zhiqi, who had been standing silently and pale, and gave him an ultimatum in a tough tone: "Ji Zhiqi, I'll give you three days to think about it. If you are still so stubborn, I will take you back in my own way. After all, your body..." He seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back.
"Get out." Ji Zhiqi suddenly raised his head, his voice suppressing great pain and anger. It was only one word, but it weighed a thousand pounds.
Ji Wei's face turned pale. He was repeatedly confronted and humiliated by two juniors today, and he was really embarrassed.
He glared at the two of them fiercely, then left in anger, accompanied by his assistant who was waiting outside the door.
The lounge instantly became quiet, with only the sound of rapid breathing remaining.
Song Shiyu looked at Ji Zhiqi's pale face and slightly trembling fingers. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he felt a tingling pain.
He didn't ask anything, but just walked forward quickly, opened his arms, and gently but firmly embraced this young man who had just shone brightly on the stage but was now as fragile as fragile glass.
Ji Zhiqi's body stiffened for a moment, and then it seemed as if all his strength was drained away. He put all his weight into the warm embrace behind him, and rested his forehead lightly on Song Shiyu's shoulder.
He was only twenty-one years old, an age that should have been carefree, but he had to bear such a heavy family feud.
Song Shiyu didn't know what exactly happened, but from the fragments of the conversation just now, he could piece together Ji Zhiqi's deep hatred for his father, the source of which seemed to point to his mother's death.
He tightened his arms with heartache, and gently patted Ji Zhiqi's back, again and again, silently conveying support and comfort.
After a while, Ji Zhiqi seemed to have recovered. He gently withdrew from Song Shiyu's embrace, his eyes falling on the beautiful bouquet of flowers on the coffee table. A glimmer of light reappeared in his eyes, and his tone became lighter: "Are these flowers for me?"
"Yes," Song Shiyu walked over, picked up the bouquet, and handed it to him solemnly, "This is for our first place winner today."
Ji Zhiqi took the flower, lowered his head and took a deep sniff, then a sincere and beautiful smile appeared on his face.
He likes it very much.
He pulled out his phone, carefully adjusted the angle, and took a photo of the bouquet. He then edited a post and sent it out: "Received my favorite flowers in life. [Picture]"
Song Shiyu studied his expression carefully, trying to find any trace of forced smile, but all he saw was pure happiness and satisfaction.
That's enough
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