Chapter 26 Chapter 26

Secretary Qian was let into the villa area by the guard, and drove for a while before arriving at Miss Song's house. The outer courtyard gate slowly opened, and Secretary Qian got out of the car and walked through the lush garden to the gate of the villa.

Standing at the door was a tall and youthful young man in a black Zhongshan suit. His hands were hanging naturally, his face was handsome, his eyes were calm and reserved, and he exuded a calm and composed aura.

Suddenly seeing Xie Qiao, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Secretary Qian didn't know if it was because he knew that he was the son of Xie Tuxue, the former president of Baiwei, but he always felt that his temperament was different. In the past, he only thought that this young man was good-looking and his personality was more stable than Zong Fei. At that time, he thought that the children of poor families had to grow up early, and he felt sympathy for him in his heart.

I didn't expect that he was a low-key young master with billions of wealth, and the ugly one was himself.

"Uncle Qian, you're here. My mom is waiting for you in the house." Xie Qiao's attitude towards him was still as polite and respectful as always. He didn't look proud at all. Secretary Qian felt that even if he, an adult, were to do the same, he might not be able to do better than Zong Fei.

Secretary Qian had been honed in the intrigues of the upper class for several years. Although he felt embarrassed, his expression remained unchanged. He smiled and said, "Then let's go in, Young Master Xie."

Xie Qiao calmly led Secretary Qian into the house.

Upon entering the house, Secretary Qian looked around. This place was naturally larger than the previous apartment, but the decoration was not so magnificent. It was comfortable and warm. The owner's low-key, expensive, and elegant aesthetic taste could be seen in the details.

But... based on Secretary Qian's understanding of Miss Song, she would not spend time on these aspects. And who else could afford to buy these famous decorative paintings that cannot be bought even with money except the homeowner himself?

Based on this, Secretary Qian felt it was very subtle.

Song Lingxi walked down the stairs and interrupted Secretary Qian's thoughts.

He noticed that Miss Song's face looked relaxed and happy, and it seemed that Miss Song was in very good condition after breaking up with her boss.

Secretary Qian couldn't help but sweat profusely, wondering if his boss had lost both his wife and his army this time.

"Long time no see, Secretary Qian, please take a seat," Song Lingxi smiled at Secretary Qian, then turned to Xie Qiao and said, "Go make some tea, Secretary Qian likes Pu'er tea."

Xie Qiao obediently went into the kitchen to pour tea.

"No, no, I'm not thirsty..."

Secretary Qian was embarrassed again. In the past, when he went to Song Lingxi's apartment, Xie Qiao and the nanny were the ones who did small things like serving tea and water. He never thought there was anything wrong with it. He even thought that Xie Qiao was a friend of his young master. In his eyes, Xie Qiao was like a study partner of the young master in ancient times. The status between the two was unequal.

Now that he knew Xie Qiao's identity, Secretary Qian felt very uncomfortable.

Song Lingxi has been feeling a little down lately. She sat back on the sofa and looked at Secretary Qian. "Sit down. Don't worry about Xie Qiao. Let him learn some life skills. Maybe he'll be useful when he gets down in the road."

Secretary Qian: “…”

Secretary Qian smiled awkwardly, not knowing whether Miss Song was joking or mocking him.

Song Lingxi didn't explain much, so Secretary Qian took out the documents from his briefcase and handed them to her, "Miss Song, here are a few contracts that need your signature. You can take a look."

Song Lingxi looked through the contents of the contract one by one, and Xie Qiao came out of the kitchen holding tea.

Secretary Qian quickly stood up to answer it, "Thank you, I'll be there."

Xie Qiao did not refuse. After serving the tea, he nodded politely to Secretary Qian and said, "Uncle Qian, you guys are busy. I will go back to my room first."

At this point, it was hard for Secretary Qian not to feel complicated. This was a genius-like person with one of the best looks and an extremely high IQ. His family background was so superior that ordinary people could hardly reach it. No matter from which perspective, such a young man had the qualifications to be proud or willful, but Secretary Qian could not see any arrogance from him, nor did he look down on the inferior from a superior.

This may be partly due to his cunning nature, but Secretary Qian unconsciously recalled the first time they met, when Xie Qiao and Zong Fei were facing each other, each standing on one side of the office. Zong Fei was arrogant and indifferent, with a dignified temperament; while Xie Qiao was like a bamboo standing alone, not bending in the wind, neither humble nor arrogant, and his character was already established.

Secretary Qian has read a lot of books. Confucianism is the cultural quality that Chinese people have been ingrained in their bones since birth. He thinks Xie Qiao is the person who is closest to the image of a gentleman advocated by Confucianism.

In the past, he would sneer when he heard his boss praising Xie Qiao and hinting that Zong Fei was not as good as Xie Qiao. But now, thinking about it, he realized that his boss had a sharp eye.

"Secretary Qian, I have signed it. Please take a look and see if there are any problems." Song Lingxi pushed the document back to Secretary Qian.

"Okay," Secretary Qian put away his thoughts, looked through the inspection documents, and after everything was fine, he took a sip of tea and stood up to say goodbye: "Then I'll take my leave."

After walking out of the villa, Secretary Qian turned around and looked behind him, then heaved a long sigh of relief.

…

Song Lingxi never thought that he would leave so smoothly, so he kept reading the contract sent by Secretary Qian.

Xie Qiao came out of his room and breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it over?"

As always, Xie Qiao remained silent about the inexplicable end of his mother and Uncle Zong's relationship and only asked about the final result.

"Well," Song Lingxi put down the contract and stretched his back, "Son, I'm going on vacation. Can you go alone?"

Xie Qiao frowned slightly, "Vacation? Where to go for vacation?"

Song Lingxi said calmly: "Let's go to Haicheng to see the snow."

Xie Qiao froze, his emotions were extremely complicated. Haicheng was a very special place for him - his father was buried here.

In the past, he never understood whether his mother had any feelings for his father... Now his mother wants to go to Haicheng, is it because his father is there?

Xie Qiao's expression was too obvious. Song Lingxi stood up and said calmly, "We are going on a trip. You know I like to watch the snow by the sea the most. I also want to visit your father."

She really liked Haicheng. She had wanted to live in Haicheng after retirement for a long time, and Xie Xue buried herself in Haicheng.

"Oh, right," Song Lingxi thought of something, stood up, patted Xie Qiao on the shoulder, and told him lightly, "I promised your father that I would be buried with him after I die, don't forget it."

Xie Qiao: "..." Sometimes, he really felt helpless.

Song Lingxi left as soon as he said he would and bought a flight ticket to Haicheng the next day.

After getting off the plane, a light breeze unique to coastal cities blew her hair. When she walked out of the airport, a few pink cherry blossoms slowly fell. Song Lingxi reached out to take them. She suddenly realized that it was the season when late cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

Song Lingxi reached out and stopped a taxi, "Master, let's go to the flower shop."

The taxi stopped outside the cemetery. Song Lingxi walked alone on the quiet and wide tomb path with a bouquet of flowers. The road was also lined with cherry blossoms. Unlike the pink cherry blossoms outside, the cherry blossoms planted in the cemetery were white. When the wind blew, the pure white cherry blossoms fell from the branches, just like a snow that did not get you wet.

There is a poem engraved on the stone tablet next to the cherry tree:

You are many years late

But I am still happy for your arrival

Song Lingxi pondered the language of cherry blossoms, "once in a lifetime", and felt that even if she didn't know the language, watching the cherry blossoms fall by themselves made her feel a little sad. She didn't like it.

The grave of Xie Tuxue, a wealthy man, was naturally luxurious. Not only did it occupy a corner of a Feng Shui treasure land, but the surrounding lawns and trees were also carefully trimmed. Song Lingxi walked to his tombstone and put down a bouquet of pink roses. He took off his sunglasses and said to the photo on the tombstone, "I bought you my favorite flowers. You're welcome."

Five minutes later, Song Lingxi looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and said to Xie Tuxue, "It's too sunny. I have to go now. Let's talk next time."

Song Lingxi has a garden villa in Haicheng, not far from the sea. She hasn't lived there for many years. Fortunately, Xie Qiao goes to Haicheng to sweep graves every year, so the villa's interior does not need to be renovated.

But since she was going to live here for a long time, she still needed to find someone to check the facilities, mow the garden, and clean the house. In addition, the furnishings also needed to be replaced.

For several days in a row, Song Lingxi renovated the villa during the day, and in the evening he moved a reclining chair into the garden, slowly rocking it, and looking at the night sky above his head in comfort.

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It's terrible." Secretary Qian felt miserable as he had to deal with his boss's mood of minus 40 degrees Celsius every day.

The boss was in a bad mood and attacked indiscriminately. Internally, he exploited his subordinates, and externally, thinking about the Wang family, Secretary Qian had lit a candle for them.

According to the original plan, the boss was not in a hurry to deal with the Wang family. However, after Miss Song left, the boss turned into a domineering boss and started a "cold weather bankruptcy" to anger the Wang family and the second branch, squeezing out the Wang family's assets to the point of liquidation. The second branch was directly separated from the main family, and the whole family didn't even get any dividends from the shares.

As for Miss Wang, the ambitious woman who wanted to maintain the marriage between the two families for her sister, now she can't even enter the gate of the Zong family.

In a way, the boss is a ruthless person to the extreme.

He gives the Wang family and Wang Xinjue a sweet treat when he is using them, but gets rid of them without mercy once they are no longer of use. He obviously cares about Miss Song, but he has the heart to let Miss Song leave. Secretary Qian can see that the boss really wants to break up with Miss Song.

Zong Xuecheng finished processing the previous document and looked at his secretary with a sharp and deep gaze: "Have you dealt with the news on the Internet?"

Secretary Qian perked up: "The PR department has already contacted Ms. Wang herself, and Ms. Wang posted a Weibo post yesterday to refute the rumor herself."

Zong Xuecheng nodded, signed the last document, and asked Secretary Qian to take the document out first.

"By the way, find me a new psychiatrist." He has been having dreams recently, and every dream seems to be related to Song Lingxi. However, the dreams are completely different from reality. Sometimes he thinks a dream is very important, but he can't remember it when he wakes up.

It's like being stuck in a swamp, unable to struggle and unable to get out.

Secretary Qian looked hesitant. This was already the ninth psychiatrist he had seen, so he said tactfully, "Boss, do you need to find an expert in theology to take a look?"

Zong Xuecheng was silent. Zheng Yuandao had suggested the same thing to him when they were at the resort.

Finally, Zong Xuecheng put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his brows and said, "Go find it."