Chapter 50

[Anyway, Shang Lanpeng knows that you and Zhao Ya are having an affair, so why are you trying to seize the opportunity? ]

Song Zhiyi stopped caring about what he said and focused on filling his stomach. However, his inner thoughts caught most people present off guard.

Miao Henliu couldn't hear and Yu Yuan had no right to speak, so the reactions of these two people can be ignored, while the expressions of Shang Lanpeng, Shang Qiulin and Zhao Ya were all wonderful in their own way. It was only Meng Yunlan who suffered. Emotionally, she wanted Song Zhiyi to continue to expose the scandal, but rationally, she knew that she had to find a way to protect herself as soon as possible.

All the people at this table are big bosses from Party A, and she and Yu Yuan are the only two employees from Party B. What's the difference between this situation and being caught in the act of gossiping about the boss in the tea room!

Although Shang Lanpeng is not their boss, he is their capital after all. If he wants to create some difficulties for her, it is just a matter of talking.

The more Meng Yunlan thought about it, the more regretful he felt, and he wanted to slap himself in the face.

After all, this bitter fruit was caused by Meng Yunlan herself. She had only eaten half of the melon a few days ago, but her group chat did not disband. She had been digging for clues about Shang Lanpeng and the other two for several days, and her mental state was not good.

Today, Song Zhiyi came to her and asked her if Shang Lanpeng wanted to form a team to shoot a fantasy drama. She also said that she was a little interested in this and wanted to follow along. Meng Yunlan felt that there was something fishy going on here that she didn't know about. After all, Song Zhiyi had let it slip that day that this fantasy drama had been a complete failure. How could she be interested in it? It wasn't like her, and it was hard to push it away. She could only go through the motions.

That's what they say, but sometimes people just lack a little bit of rationality. For example, Meng Yunlan, who was instigated by his fellow gossipers, agreed to this.

However, although Meng Yunlan was prepared to be a melon-eating scout before coming, she could not imagine that Song Zhiyi would actually cut the melon in front of the person concerned! As a scout, she went directly into the enemy camp. Isn't this courting death? !

Now, Party A is fighting and the city gate is on fire, and she, an innocent innocent, is about to be affected.

I don't know how long the air was silent, maybe five minutes, maybe five seconds.

Meng Yunlan broke out in a cold sweat without realizing it. The cold wind from the air conditioner made her shiver. Her brain was still working rapidly. Meng Yunlan glanced at Miao Henliu and saw his calm and relaxed look. She couldn't help but feel envious.

It’s still better to be a big boss. You don’t have to worry about retaliation at all. You are as free as if you can’t hear anything…

Wait, can’t you hear it? Yes, she can just pretend she can’t hear it. As a director, she does have some acting skills.

Meng Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Shang Lanpeng's expression, and decided to take a risk and give it a try.

Where were they talking about just now...

Meng Yunlan turned the wine glass in his right hand and blinked. His expression quickly changed to a gentle and just-right puzzled expression. He asked Shang Qiulin, "You suddenly remembered something. Is it urgent?"

Come down these stairs quickly, don't sit there silently, she knows you can hear her!

Meng Yunlan was nervous and expectant. As long as Shang Qiulin agreed, she could take the opportunity to resign, and then the big triangle could handle it however they wanted, and it wouldn't affect them in the end.

Meng Yunlan had a good idea, but Shang Qiulin did not follow her plan.

"No, I remembered it wrong." Shang Qiulin replied, and anyone could see that he was not serious.

Meng Yunlan felt bitter in her heart, but she couldn't show it on her face. She could only follow the original plan and pretend that she didn't hear anything and continue to talk to Shang Lanpeng about work. Fortunately, Song Zhiyi's voice disappeared from then on, and not even a word was heard.

Meng Yunlan was somewhat relieved about the current situation, but there was one person at the table who was secretly dissatisfied.

That is Shang Qiulin.

The moment he heard Song Zhiyi reveal that Shang Lanpeng knew everything, he forgot all about privacy and social embarrassment. If there weren't many outsiders at the table, Shang Qiulin would have wanted to grab Song Zhiyi and ask her what she meant by that sentence.

What did Shang Lanpeng mean by that he already knew that he and Zhao Ya were having an affair? How could that be possible? What man in the world could tolerate his wife cheating in front of him?

But if you calm down and think about it, what is impossible?

His hands unconsciously clenched together, and Shang Qiulin's heart sank.

He admitted that he seduced Zhao Ya with the intention of taking revenge on Shang Lanpeng. After all, he was not a real romantic who was devoted to one person and could not live without her. He just hated Shang Lanpeng and his biological father for stealing his love during his adolescence.

Therefore, he and Zhao Ya never concealed their actions. The most exciting time was when Shang Lanpeng was only one step away from the bedroom door that was not closed properly, but even so, Shang Lanpeng never discovered their activities.

If he did it on purpose, that would make sense.

I should have thought of it earlier, I should have discovered it earlier...

Shang Qiulin looked towards Zhao Ya, but her eyes, which were always shining with water, refused to look at him and she avoided him in panic.

Shang Qiulin grabbed Zhao Ya's hand under the cover of the tablecloth, very hard, "You know that too, right?"

"Ah Lin," Zhao Ya cried out in pain, "Let go first, I'll explain it to you when we get back, okay?"

No need to explain.

Shang Qiulin let go of his hand, and stared at Shang Lanpeng with his dark eyes. He thought, what do you think of me?

Son? Wife's lover? Or, a scoundrel?

*

After finishing the meal, Meng Yunlan's back was sweating several times. Finally, she could not help but feel lucky that she did not wear a smart watch. Otherwise, it might have frantically reminded her that her heart rate was too fast, and her acting skills would be useless.

Judging from Shang Lanpeng's reaction, he seemed unsure of Song Zhiyi's origins. It seemed that the crisis was barely resolved.

Meng Yunlan called a designated driver and took Yu Yuan to the car. Before setting off, he glanced at Song Zhiyi standing on the side of the road and asked, "Mr. Song, how long will it take for the person who is picking you up to arrive? How about we wait with you for a while?"

"It's almost time," Song Zhiyi checked the time, "You guys go back first, I still have some work to do. See you tomorrow."

"OK."

Meng Yunlan didn't persuade her anymore. She closed the car window and took out her cell phone very smoothly. Before she could unlock the phone, she heard Yu Yuan say something in a very low voice.

"Um?"

Not hearing clearly, Meng Yunlan uttered a nasal sound. Under the cold light of the mobile phone, he saw Yu Yuan showing an embarrassed smile, with two highlights in her eyes. She seemed a little excited and repeated:

"Just now...what Mr. Song said, is it true?"

"Hmph..." Meng Yunlan made a gesture to keep quiet, then shook his head and said mysteriously, "Keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone else."

After instructing Yu Yuan, Meng Yunlan lowered his eyes and calmly opened the group chat, fulfilling the duty of a melon-eating scout.

[Report! The status of the melon has been updated]

[Shang Qiulin has a weak kidney, his father is likely to have a cuckold fetish!]

——

Beep beep——

A silver ordinary car stopped by the roadside and honked. The windows were covered with anti-seepage film, so the situation inside could not be seen. Song Zhiyi scanned the last number of the license plate, opened the passenger door and sat in.

"Why did you change the car again?"

"Again? Wasn't this the car you drove last time?" Miao Henliu started the car and said casually while sitting in the driver's seat.

"...These two cars have nothing in common except their color," Song Zhiyi was a little speechless, "Where's the Aston you drove when you came here?"

"He asked someone to drive it away, and now he sent a car here," Miao Henliu turned the steering wheel and said jokingly, "Xiaoyi, don't you think we are like secret agents meeting each other? Is it necessary? We are not in Yaskawa."

"Be careful and feel more at ease," Song Zhiyi lowered the car window to reveal a crack, and said in the cool night breeze, "The more we investigate the Liu family, the more mysterious it becomes. I dare not gamble."

Miao Henliu glanced at her and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he said, "When we were having dinner just now, you saw that the expressions of the two Shangs looked strange. What happened to them?"

"...Nothing." Song Zhiyi's expression changed, but it was not too obvious since it was night. "I was just a little bored, so I just took a look."

Miao Henliu is not Song Zhiyu. If she were to tell her at this moment how Shang Qiulin was deprived of his love by his own father and how he hated his father out of love; how Shang Lanpeng discovered this and deliberately showed affection with Zhao Ya in front of his son to stimulate him, so that his son would take the initiative to seduce Zhao Ya to satisfy his cuckold fetish; and how Zhao Ya was half-hearted and gave up his master's mission, Miao Henliu would only have one reaction -

Ask her if she has too much free time. If she does, let her do some work instead of pushing everything onto her.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh.

Sometimes, if you think about it carefully, Song Zhiyu is not without its advantages. For example, when you are full of gossip, you really need a Song Zhiyu.

*

The car drove smoothly into the community. Song Zhiyi got out, looked around, and asked, "This community has a nice environment, but it's too far from grandma. Why did you think of buying a house here?"

Grandma, naturally, is the grandma who took care of Miao Henliu when he grew up.

"It's better to be far away. You are still young and don't understand." Miao Henliu locked the car and asked Song Zhiyi to follow. "About half a year ago, I was not busy at work, so I went to the community park with my grandmother to dance square dance twice, and then I was spotted by some blind date group.

"My grandmother didn't want to urge me at first, but she couldn't stand those people nagging her every day. She started to ask me to have dinner with someone's son or nephew. The old lady couldn't say anything. What's more, she was like a fence-sitter. She listened to a few of my words and thought they were right. She listened to a few of the old sisters' words and thought, 'Oh, that makes sense.' I couldn't stand it, so I just stayed away from them."

"Puff—"

Song Zhiyi laughed without giving her face. Miao Henliu turned around and tapped her forehead lightly, threatening her, "Don't forget that you are also over the legal marriage age. If you laugh again, I will tell grandma and ask her to find a blind date for you."

"Just tell me," Song Zhiyi said fearlessly, "Although grandma is old, she is not confused. She remembers everything my mom said. She won't tell outsiders that she knows us."

“…”

When the elevator arrived, Miao Henliu said nothing, and pulled Song Zhiyi over to record her fingerprint on the fingerprint lock. "This place is not far from where Zhiyu is filming. If you have nothing to do, you can stay here."

"Then I won't be polite," Song Zhiyi put on slippers and paused as he opened the door. He said hesitantly, "It's not a good idea to just open the door like this, right?"

Miao Henliu raised an eyebrow and said in a neutral tone, "Why, do you want to set off some fireworks to celebrate before going in?"

"That's not necessary," Song Zhiyi rolled his eyes, looking cunning, "I'm just afraid that you're hiding a mistress."

"Go to hell, you're hiding your beauty in a golden house," Miao Henliu pushed her and opened the door, "Hiding you is more like hiding you."

On the way back, Miao Henliu turned on the lights and air purifier in the living room through the mobile app, so that even if no one was waiting for him, he would not be in darkness when he returned home.

Song Zhiyi stood at the door and looked around. Miao Henliu didn't bother to care about her and walked straight in: "Do you want water or a drink?"

"What drink?" Song Zhiyi closed the door.

"Mineral water."

"..." It's useless to ask. I know that Miao Henliu is not only good at buying cars, but also a sly person at heart.

"Is there any water at room temperature?" Song Zhiyi walked over and asked.

"Yes, at the bar." Miao Henliu took out a bottle of mineral water from the freezer, walked to the bar and sat down.

The mineral water had frozen into icy lumps and was undrinkable. Miao Henliu dipped his fingers into the water stains on the bottle and scribbled on the table.

Song Zhiyi couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she poured water for herself and advised, "Don't drink ice water all the time, it's not good for your health."

"I see," Miao Henliu yawned, "How come you are just like my grandma at such a young age?"

"You should let grandma see you like this," Song Zhiyi clenched his fist and waved it, "and see how she will deal with you."

Miao Henliu laughed, shook his head, pushed the ice water aside, grabbed the cup in front of Song Zhiyi with his long arm, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"It's not tasty, not cool at all."

"There's no such thing as good or bad water."

Song Zhiyi studied the desktop water purifier for a while and chose the heating function.

Miao Henliu held his chin and watched her busying around, a smile flashing in his eyes, but as he watched, the smile faded away.

"Thank you." Miao Henliu called softly.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Song Zhiyi compared the two cups, unsure who to favor.

"Someone from the Liu family came to see me."

Snap——

The exquisite porcelain cup fell to the ground, breaking into clean white fragments.

"Who?" Song Zhiyi asked with a serious expression.

"The powerful young man of the Liu family, Liu Qifan."