Seeing that Su Luo's expression was off, Su Jianni asked nervously.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
She didn't seem to have said anything offensive to Song Lingshan just now, and had been playing the role of a good girl the whole time.
Su Luo put away the clothes and took a deep breath.
No, don't overthink it.
"But you look unhappy, Dad. Is it because of your ex-girlfriend?"
Although Su Luo said he wouldn't get back together with his ex-girlfriend, Su Jiani's intuition told her that he seemed to care a lot about this woman.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have stared at that suit with a hint of barely perceptible loneliness and bitterness.
But she really didn't support Su Luo and Song Lingshan getting back together. That woman was too domineering, and Su Luo would definitely suffer.
"How do you know her? She's my ex-girlfriend."
Su Luo had only told her daughter that Song Lingshan was her boss, and Song Lingshan had not revealed their relationship.
How could Su Jiani be so smart?
Did Su Jiani secretly look at her phone?
His phone's photo album contained many photos of him and Song Lingshan taken during their school days, including some private ones.
No way, no way, if he really saw it, how would he ever face Su Jiani again?
Su Jianni felt a pang of panic. Of course, she couldn't tell Su Luo that she had seen the two of them on the rooftop that night. She calmly replied...
"I was just guessing. Didn't Dad tell me before that your boss is your ex-girlfriend?"
"I see..."
Su Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Su Jianni hadn't looked at his phone.
...
at the same time.
The shopping mall's underground parking garage.
Inside a black Bentley.
Song Lingshan lay quietly on the steering wheel, her shoulders trembling slightly.
It took me a while to calm myself down.
I took out my phone, found the new secretary's number in my contacts, and pressed the call button.
The other party answered immediately.
"President Song."
Song Lingshan's voice was hoarse: "Help me look up someone, Su Luo from our company's photography department. I need all his information from the last three years."
"OK."
The secretary didn't ask any further questions and readily agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Song Lingshan started the car and turned on the car stereo.
The playlist is set to Jay Chou's "All the Way North".
The car drove onto the highway.
The midday sun was scorching hot, and Song Lingshan squinted slightly. She didn't know if it was because the sunlight was too dazzling or something else, but her eyes felt sore and dry.
Jay Chou's songs started playing in my ears.
...
This song is the ending theme of the movie "Initial D".
Three years ago, in the winter, Song Lingshan couldn't sleep because of the cold in the middle of the night, so he asked Su Luo to watch a movie with him. The movie they watched was "Initial D".
When Song Lingshan saw the ending, her eyes were very red.
Su Luo couldn't understand why Song Lingshan was so moved.
Song Lingshan explained that she put herself in the male lead's shoes, because anyone would feel pain when betrayed by their lover.
Su Luo held her tightly in his arms, raised three fingers, and solemnly swore an oath to her.
"Ling Shan, I will never betray you."
There will never be a day when I betray you...
Song Lingshan pressed hard on the accelerator, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred.
What were once cherished memories now seem like a joke.
She even spouted nonsense about never betraying her. As soon as she went abroad, Su Luo started living with someone else, and she already had a daughter.
Should she be the perfect ex-girlfriend and sincerely wish Su Luo a happy marriage?
Impossible. Why should I?
She was twenty when she got together with Su Luo, lived with him in a rented apartment for more than three years, and waited for him abroad for another three years.
It's been over six years...
Now she has to watch Su Luo live a happy life with another woman?
On what grounds?
...
It's the weekend.
Su Luo checked the location of the video posted by Ozawa Nami on her phone. It was more than 30 kilometers away from her, which was too far to ride her electric scooter there.
And since the weather forecast predicted rain today, I decided to take a taxi directly there.
I picked up my camera and told my daughter to lock the door.
Once downstairs, I hailed a taxi and immediately sent a message to Nami Ozawa to let her know that I had already set off.
The message was sent, and it took a while to receive a reply from Nami Ozawa.
"If you arrive first, just wait for me. When you get to the front desk, just tell me your name. I'll grab a bite to eat and then come over."
Without much thought, Su Luo typed two words, "Okay."
Nami Ozawa was currently wearing an apron and huddled in the kitchen cooking soup.
Hearing that Su Luo had already boarded the car, he turned the flames up to their maximum, hoping the mutton soup would cook faster.
The stir-fried dishes are all served, only the mutton soup is missing.
After waiting patiently for a while until the mutton was fully cooked, I ladled out a large bowl of it with a soup spoon.
He placed the mutton soup in the center of the dining table and spoke towards the study.
"Honey, dinner's ready."
Song Ruhai put down his newspaper, took off his silver-rimmed glasses, and walked over slowly.
The man was dressed in a black Tang suit. He was very tall and slender, with sickly pale skin, sharp features, and a cold and stern expression.
If it weren't for the fine lines around her eyes, she wouldn't look like a middle-aged person in her forties.
Ozawa Nami habitually lifted the chair and moved it outwards to make it easier for the man to sit down.
Then, she served the rice and soup to the man.
She waited until the man sat down before sitting down opposite him.
She would never eat before Song Ruhai picked up his chopsticks.
Song Ruhai seemed to have little appetite today. He stared blankly at the table full of delicious food, but hesitated to pick up his chopsticks.
Ozawa Nami was in a hurry; she had already arranged to take photos with Su Luo later.
"Honey, would you like me to make you a glass of orange juice?"
When Song Ruhai has a poor appetite, he only drinks orange juice.
"..."
Song Ruhai didn't say anything, but finally picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of shrimp, and chewed it slowly.
Nami Ozawa didn't ask any more questions, silently picked up her bowl, and carefully began to eat.
Ever since Song Ruhai was discharged from the hospital, his temper has been unpredictable. She dared not say much, afraid of accidentally offending him again.
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