Chapter 125 I am Shi Yin’s husband
It's almost nine o'clock.
The Cullinan was parked on the street outside the Shi Building.
While unbuckling her seatbelt, Shi Yin said to Han Zhan, "I have a work arrangement tonight. I have to go to the Royal Theatre to meet with the CEO of Shine Group to discuss a project. I don't know when I can see him, nor do I know when the discussion will be over."
"Call me after you finish talking, and I'll pick you up at the theater entrance."
"All right."
Shi Yin got out of the car.
Close the car door.
The window on the passenger side rolled down, and Han Zhan's face came into view as his voice drifted over: "Wife, tell me you'll see me tonight."
Shi Yin didn't say anything.
She just raised her arm and waved at him.
Then he turned around with his bag and headed towards the office building.
Watching the woman's figure disappear in the crowd at the gate in the distance, Han Zhan smiled, retracted his gaze, put on his sunglasses and drove away.
at the same time.
Meng Xi was waiting at the company gate.
Seeing Shi Yin coming in, she walked over quickly. She was a person with a stable mood and rarely had such a hasty side. Shi Yin glanced at her: "What's wrong?"
"Shi Tianhong is already at the Royal Theatre, and he's got your project proposal. He's completely shameless, openly stealing the fruits of your labor!"
"Where is Secretary Li?"
"On the way to the procuratorate." Meng Xi said softly, "For his son's marriage, he worked very quickly. In just two days, he compiled the evidence of Shi Tianhong's crimes over the years."
"Then don't worry."
"But it takes time for the procuratorate to approve it. What if Shi Tianhong takes your plan tonight and meets with Shine, and they reach a cooperation agreement with Shine Group? Then you—"
"If the CEO of Shine Group couldn't even tell whether a plan came from Shi Tianhong himself, he wouldn't be where he is today, nor would he be able to take the high position of President of Shine's Beijing branch."
If you knew that Shi Tianhong was a thief.
Also choose to cooperate.
Then there is no need for her to discuss the project with such a person.
Therefore, Shi Yin was not worried that Shi Tianhong would steal the credit. She instructed Meng Xi: "Publish the information for high-paying bodyguards and find a few skilled ones to follow Secretary Li."
…
At night.
The neon lights come on.
As a government-run facility, the Royal Theatre's exterior is old and heavily patched. There's no heavy traffic or noisy crowds at the entrance; it stands solemn and understated, majestic and mysterious, tucked away in a corner of the bustling metropolis.
Shi Yin wore a black swan one-shoulder long-sleeved dress.
She got out of the car.
Take Meng Xi to the gate.
After providing the security guard with an invitation and receiving permission to enter, Meng Xi stepped through the threshold. The entrance hallway was extremely crowded, with only two or three people able to walk side by side. A little further, Meng Xi's eyes widened.
Dazzling crystal chandelier.
Spacious theater.
She didn't recognize the carpet on the floor, but it felt like walking on clouds, so soft and smooth. The walls were covered with exquisite murals, not painted with paint, but with gemstones of various colors embedded in them.
The people who came in were well dressed.
Polite greetings.
Then they took their seats one after another.
Highly educated waiters carried brewed Dahongpao tea and placed blue and white porcelain teacups beside the guests one by one. Shi Yin took it, the word "thank you" lingering on her lips, a figure in her dark eyes. As they stared at each other, Song Sinian was the first to greet them: "Yinyin, long time no see."
She didn't reply.
He gave the teacup in his hand to Meng Xi.
The chair next to her was suddenly taken down. Meng Xi tutted her words, and Song Sinian smiled at her: "The show hasn't started yet. I'm taking up your seat for two minutes to say a few words to my ex-fiancée. Isn't that too much, Miss Meng?"
Surrounded by prominent figures in the capital.
Big occasion.
To make a noise is to destroy your future.
Meng Xi received a look from Shi Yin, swallowed the words he hadn't spoken, and walked silently to her side without saying anything else. Having given in, Song Sinian turned his head, his eyes fixed on the woman beside him.
Long time no see.
She is more beautiful than before.
Unlike when I first met her, she was silent and taciturn in a small corner, like an insignificant speck of dust. Now Shi Yin didn't need overly gaudy makeup or fancy clothes. Just a little powder and a black dress were enough to show her elegance.
She is in good spirits too.
Rosy cheeks.
It's just like the kind of loving relationship she has with her husband after marriage, living in a loving family environment.
Thinking of this, Song Sinian instinctively clenched his hands, his eyes full of sinister intent. He took a few deep breaths, barely maintaining the image of a wealthy young man, and looked at the wedding ring on her right ring finger, pretending to be calm: "Are you and your current husband having a good relationship?"
"very good."
He said yes.
But she said very.
Song Sinian sneered, "When are you going to bring your husband out for a walk? Even if he has no family background, no connections, and no personal abilities, and can't make it to the big stage of the Beijing circle, you still have to bring him out for a walk. Are you afraid of being laughed at for always hiding him?"
"No matter what, you are not as funny as me."
"Shi Yin, you—"
"If I were you, I would have drowned myself long ago. How dare you stand in front of people?" Shi Yin interrupted him, adding, "You know that wedding was embarrassing, and the video played on the big screen was even more disgusting. Is that why you haven't appeared in public for so long, trying to make the public forget this dark history?"
"Shi Qinghe's case is about to go to court. Once the news comes out, you'll be in the spotlight again. How about going to jail with her? You can work on a sewing machine in there, and you won't have to listen to the mockery of others."
"Have you kowtowed a few more times to the ancestors of the Song family? They have built up a kingdom and reputation for more than a dozen generations, and you have ruined it all by yourself. I was at an exhibition in Milan a while ago and ran into Aunt Song. Your mother can't even hold her head up in the circle. She covers her face wherever she goes, for fear of people talking about her."
In sight.
Song Sinian's face became darker and darker.
He was so angry that the veins in his temples were throbbing.
He endured for a long time, closed his eyes, and finally suppressed his anger. He looked at Shi Yin's sarcastic face: "Even if you humiliate me, it won't raise the value of your secretly married husband. Shi Yin, we'll see. I will let you know that giving up on me and choosing someone else is the mistake of your life!"
Song Sinian stood up.
He left the drama venue in a flash.
…
In the corridor.
Song Sinian picked up the cup next to him and smashed it hard against the corner of the wall.
He clenched his fists.
I was so angry that my chest felt tight.
Song Sinian supported himself against the wall with one hand, hunched over and gasping for breath. He cared so much about her. He had been locked up in the Song family's old house for nearly a month because of the wedding. When he was finally released, the first thing he did was to check on her whereabouts. He followed her eagerly to see her, and yet she said this to him.
Shi Yin, you are so heartless!
Cancel the engagement.
And marry someone else.
And she married a poor boy who was not presentable to her!
By doing this, isn't she humiliating him? She would rather marry someone who is inferior to him in every way than marry him. Song Sinian recovered from the discomfort and was about to stand up when he caught sight of someone's slender suit trouser legs.
Is someone coming?
He looked up, and Han Zhan's face suddenly caught his sight. This guy was a well-known evil spirit in the circle. Everyone who saw him would retreat three points, and Song Sinian was no exception.
Just as he was about to take a second step back, the other party intentionally or unintentionally turned the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand. With just one glance, Song Sinian's gaze was strangled.
This ring looks very familiar.
Seen it before.
It was the men's wedding ring that matched Shi Yin's, the specially customized 18-circle wedding ring at the jewelry store that he couldn't wear! How did it end up on Han Zhan's hand?
Next second.
Then he heard Han Er's indifferent voice: "I am Shi Yin's husband who is not presentable. How is Master Song going to laugh at me?"
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