Lu Jingyan took Lu Bei from Song Yu's hand and asked, "Where's your brother?"
“In the capital, I can’t spare the time to have him go to a meeting for me.” Song Yu raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from Lu Nan’s forehead, his voice soft and gentle.
"Oh?" Lu Jingyan looked at Song Yu, his gaze somewhat dark.
"You know Zhou Yun is in the capital." This question wasn't directed at him.
"I know," Song Yu replied, his tone unchanged.
"Lu Chuchu should have told you about Ji Chu and Zhou Yun."
"I told him that, that's why I let him go."
“Ji Chu and I grew up together, and your brother and I went through thick and thin together in E Continent.” Lu Jingyan’s voice was calm and emotionless.
"Hmm, so you're caught in the middle between my brother and Brother Ji Chu?" Song Yu raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.
"No, adults have to fight for their own love." After saying that, she strode towards the living room.
Standing behind him, Song Yu chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Lu Chuchu, who was beaming with joy in the living room, his eyes revealing undisguised affection.
Yes, if he hadn't fought for it back then, how could he have a beautiful wife and adorable child in his arms now?
...
Zhou Yun, far away in the capital, had no idea that someone was already plotting against her behind her back.
He rubbed his temples helplessly, cursing Ji Meng inwardly. What kind of circles did this girl associate with in the capital?
Inside the magnificent banquet hall, guests mingled and drank, many of the male guests being middle-aged men with large bellies and few hairs on their heads.
The female guests were much more eye-catching, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that many of them were young women in their twenties, wearing daring and revealing dresses that showed off both what should and shouldn't be shown.
They moved throughout the banquet hall, their eyes constantly scanning the male guests. If they made eye contact with a male guest, the girl would immediately step forward and put her arm around his arm, appearing intimate.
Zhou Yun took a sip of champagne in a corner, but her gaze was fixed on the guests coming and going in the hall. Before long, she figured out what was different about this banquet.
She secretly decided that she had to give Ji Meng a patriotic education before going abroad.
What kind of banquets are these young people attending? If Zhao Zhilin knew, he would definitely turn this place upside down.
Ji Meng, who was far away at Kyoto Airport, suddenly sneezed, rubbed her nose, and wondered who was thinking of her again.
After rejecting the nth man who tried to chat her up, Zhou Yun was really having a headache.
Ji Meng had told her that it was a banquet hosted by the joint venture partner, and that all the exhibiting companies at the exhibition would be there, which would also be a way for Ji Meng's company to secure future collaborations.
When I arrived, I was surprised to find it was a bizarre "friendship" party, or rather, "friendship" is an understatement.
Today, I also wore a form-fitting little dress, which accentuated my slender waist. The champagne gold dress clung to my curvaceous figure, making my hips appear even firmer and rounder, paired with flaxen wavy hair and delicate, sexy makeup.
"Damn it!" Zhou Yun muttered a curse under his breath when he saw several men staring at him with undisguised disdain.
After rejecting the N+1th person who tried to chat her up, Zhou Yun hid in the bar area, trying to minimize her presence.
She was engrossed in eating, completely unaware that a deep gaze was fixed on her.
Song Heng took a sip of red wine, which was as unpalatable as ever. He frowned slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a girl in the corner.
His gaze paused for a moment, then he looked at her with some curiosity.
What's she doing here, eating all this time...?
Zhou Yun didn't care about appearances at the moment; she buried her head in her food and kept eating like crazy, afraid that if she stopped for even a moment, someone would come up and chat with her.
If Ji Meng hadn't mentioned that this banquet was hosted by a joint venture partner with which her company would later collaborate, she would have slipped away long ago.
"Miss, are you alone?" A playful voice came from behind her.
Zhou Yun frowned, pretending not to hear, and focused on eating the food on her plate.
"Miss?" The other person kept moving closer to her, unwilling to give up.
Zhou Yun had been in the business world for years, and although she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. When the man got close to her, she quickly got up and moved to the side, causing the man to lose his balance and almost fall.
Ignoring the man, she walked to another food stall and stared intently at the food on the table.
She thought to herself: She's almost sick of eating it, and this jerk still won't leave. She really wants to shove the cake into his mouth.
Politeness and good manners ultimately stopped her from having those thoughts.
The man who went up to chat with Zhou Yun didn't give up when he saw that she ignored him. He awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and moved closer to her. "Miss, are you interested in these delicacies? I know a Black Pearl restaurant that has pretty good desserts. Would you do me the honor?"
As he spoke, he reached out and touched Zhou Yun's hand holding the cake. Zhou Yun was startled by the man's sudden action, but she quickly reacted and threw the cake at him.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, sir, are you alright?"
Zhou Yun's voice drew the attention of those around her. She bowed and apologized, a hint of mockery hidden in her eyes.
The man, whose face was covered in cream, blushed instantly and said, "You bitch, don't push your luck."
"Sir, I'm so sorry. I didn't hold it properly and offended you. How much was your suit? I'll pay for it."
Zhou Yun apologized repeatedly in a trembling voice, and the tears welling up in her eyes made those around her feel sorry for her.
"Is it really worth getting so worked up over a banquet?" someone nearby said, speaking up for Zhou Yun.
"Yes, the young girl also said it was an accident, and even after apologizing, she still won't let it go."
"I'm afraid this guy is a toad trying to eat swan meat, and the young lady doesn't agree."
"Exactly, they don't even look in the mirror and see what kind of dog they look like."
The surrounding chatter grew louder, and the man who had been covered in cream glared at Zhou Yun with resentment.
"So what if she's a prostitute? Why pretend to be so high and mighty?"
Zhou Yun pretended to be timid, lowered her head, and kept apologizing in a tearful voice.
"You just wait!" As more and more people around him questioned him, the man said this and stormed off.
Watching the man leave, Zhou Yun, with her head down, smiled slightly. She didn't care whether the man was embarrassed or angry; she would never come to this chaotic place again.
Song Heng, sitting on the corner sofa, watched the unexpected incident unfold across from him with great interest. Zhou Yun's triumphant smile did not escape his notice.
As Song Heng watched, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
As Zhang Cong walked towards Song Heng after greeting the guests, he saw Song Heng staring at a sexy and hot woman not far away.
Zhang Cong immediately understood and scurried over to Song Heng, bowing and fawning, "Mr. Song, are you interested in that young lady?"
"With this young lady accompanying him, Mr. Song will definitely have a very memorable time at tonight's banquet."
Zhang Cong glanced at the hot and sexy Zhou Yun, assuming she was a warm-up girl arranged by the butler, his eyes revealing his undisguised frankness.
Song Heng didn't speak, looked away, glanced at Zhang Cong, and then resumed his cold and distant expression.
After a long pause, the man asked, "Which company does she work for?"
"Huh?" Zhang Cong was taken aback. Song Heng's tone was very calm, but it seemed a few degrees colder than before.
Zhang Cong turned around and glared at the butler, who immediately stepped forward respectfully and whispered a few words in his ear.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Song, there are too many female guests today, and I can't remember them all. This lady should be the general manager of Monsoon Media."
Zhang Cong rubbed his hands together, forcing a smile onto his chubby, oily face. "I didn't expect this young CEO Ji to have such an amazing figure and looks. No wonder Song Heng is so fond of him."
"How about I invite her over now, so we can have a few drinks?"
Song Heng flicked his fingers, which were holding the wine glass, his gaze fixed on her without ever leaving her.
Why is she still eating...?
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