"A-Ye, will you take me home?"
Song Wan was unhappy and leaned back into his arms, speaking sweetly.
"I have things to do, you go home first."
"Then take me home first, it won't take up much time, okay?"
Most men would find it hard to resist agreeing to such a beautiful woman's coquettish advances.
Quan Ye paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Song Wan was overjoyed and was about to hug his waist.
However, Quan Ye called her assistant over to help her into the Song family's car, and then he went back to his own car and drove her home.
Song Wan sat in the car, looking at the black Rolls-Royce following behind, feeling both amused and exasperated, and too lazy to pretend to be drunk anymore.
“Miss, Mr. Quan is serious. He will take you home,” the assistant said.
Song Wan said awkwardly, "Is this all I'm supposed to be satisfied with?"
"But Master Quan has never escorted a girl home before; you are the first."
These words did not make Song Wan happy. She touched her forehead lightly, looking agitated.
She wasn't drunk at all tonight; she just wanted to spend more time with him. After all, he was usually too busy to spend time together, and her family was pressuring her to get married.
"By the way, why haven't I seen Su Li these past two days?"
Assistant: "Are you talking about Secretary Su, who works for Mr. Quan? I heard from people at the Quan Group that Mr. Quan sent her on a business trip, so she shouldn't be in Haicheng anytime soon."
"Business trip? She's A-Ye's personal secretary, does she really need to go out?"
"I guess it's some important job."
Song Wan became increasingly annoyed, and waved her hand, saying, "Never mind, it's better that she's not here."
She felt much more at ease without Su Li hovering around in front of Quan Ye.
Quan Ye's convoy dropped Song Wan off at the gate of the Song family's residence and then left.
Sitting in the car, Quan Ye propped his groggy head up with one hand, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
"Secretary Su, give me a glass of lemonade."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something.
Looking up, I saw that the spot next to me was empty.
She always followed him in and out, accompanying him at all times, and never left his side.
It became a habit for him.
After she left, he didn't let anyone come up and sit in that spot.
"Mr. Quan, lemonade."
The assistant handed me the lemonade.
Quan Ye waved his hand lightly in refusal.
He didn't really want to drink the lemon water unless it was made by her.
Back in Taoyuan, the desolation was chilling.
He returned to his bedroom, looked at the empty room, and felt a lump in his throat.
When he usually came home at this time, he would see her sitting in front of the dressing table, blow-drying her hair, or applying a face mask and lotion.
She would stand up to greet him and say, "You're back! The bathwater is ready, go and take a bath."
A cold glint flashed in Quan Ye's eyes as he raised his hand and smashed the vase beside him to the ground.
The maid heard the commotion and rushed over, but stood at the door, too afraid to come in.
"Throw everything here that belongs to her out!"
"Mr. Quan? Will Miss Su come back?"
“She will definitely come back, but she has no right to live here anymore!” Quan Ye said with a stern face, turning to go to the study.
The servants did as he instructed. During the time Secretary Su was away, Master Quan was in a very bad mood, and the servants were all very careful in their work, afraid of offending him.
Quan Ye went to the study and suddenly received a bank deposit notification on his phone.
The other party transferred 500,000 to him.
Remembering what Su Li said in her letter, she would regularly transfer money to him to repay the expenses he had incurred on her over the past four years.
Quan Ye sent the information to Xu Ming and ordered sternly, "Investigate where this payment came from."
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