Zhou Rong and Song Jiabao were taken away while shouting "This is impossible", leaving behind a mess and Song Xuanhe and others staring at each other in dismay.
Song Jiani suddenly burst into tears. Her wailing voice was louder than ever before, unlike her previous delicate voice. She wiped her tears while crying, and the makeup she had put on not long ago was ruined again. But this time she didn't care about anything. The joy of surviving the disaster made her have no time to think about anything else except venting her emotions.
Guan Zhi was a little dumbfounded. He walked to Song Xuanhe's side and whispered, "What's wrong with her?"
"I thought I was injected with drugs." Song Xuanhe explained lightly.
Guan Zhi paused, then turned to look at Song Xuanhe: "Isn't that fake? Doesn't she know?"
“She didn’t know that before.”
Zhou Nan also heard what Song Xuanhe said and knew all the inside story of this matter. Moreover, compared with Guan Zhiweichen who had no relationship with Song Jiani, Zhou Nan often appeared at the same banquets and parties with Song Jiani, so they could just nod and say hello. So he sighed slightly with some dissatisfaction and said, "It's really unlucky that Song Jiani likes you."
Guan Zhi didn't understand what happened in between, but she just couldn't stand the devil's voice piercing her ears: "She knows she's fine now, why is she still crying?"
"If you risk your life to save your loved one, but then find out that your loved one doesn't need your help at all, and you end up in danger, wouldn't you panic? It's okay to be in danger, but the key is that your loved one knows that the danger is fake, but he doesn't say anything, just watching you sad and scared, until everything is settled, and then he remembers to tell you: 'Oh, I forgot to tell you, you're fine', do you think you'd be angry or sad?"
Guan Zhi frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "Why should I be sad? Isn't it a good thing that I'm fine and he's fine too?"
Song Xuanhe chuckled and patted Guan Zhi's shoulder in approval. Guan Zhi had a confused expression. He looked at Song Xuanhe who was curling his lips and then at Zhou Nan who had an indescribable expression. He didn't know why what he had just said could lead to two such completely different expressions.
"Of course she is sad." Wei Chen closed his eyes, walked over and said calmly: "She is sad not because she is in danger, but because she found out that the person she likes really doesn't care about her."
"Nothing can make people more sad and desperate than this."
Song Jiani's crying stopped for a moment, the room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to her.
Song Jiani wiped her tears and stood up. She had just cried so hard that her breathing was not smooth, so even if she held back her tears, she was still sobbing. However, the initial sadness was gone in her beautiful eyes.
"He's right." Song Jiani's voice was very hoarse, and she was crying as she spoke: "Song Xuanhe, I really don't like you anymore."
Song Xuanhe looked calm and looked at her quietly, waiting for her to finish the rest of her words.
Song Jiani took out the handkerchief that she had carefully kept in her pocket and gently applied the smudged eye makeup. There was no mirror here, so she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she no longer felt the flustered and shyness she had when she was putting on makeup before.
"This is the first time I've truly realized that you really can't like me." Song Jiani clenched her handkerchief, "And you've really changed a lot, Xuanhe brother, you're no longer the person I like, so I don't want to like you anymore, you've become...become especially like Xiao Yuanmu."
"Ever since Xiao Yuanmu left you, you've become more and more like him." Song Jiani pulled the corner of her mouth, her smile uglier than crying: "I heard that two people in love will become similar, but I have been deceiving myself and telling myself that you can't possibly like Xiao Yuanmu. I remember when you were a child you said that what you hated most was cold and silent people, and you also said that your favorite girl was me. I didn't expect people to change so much. The appearance you like becomes the appearance you hate, and the person you hate becomes the person you like."
"I've really given up now." Song Jiani took a deep breath, threw the handkerchief at Song Xuanhe's feet, and said, "In fact, there are many people who like me. I will definitely find someone better than you!"
Seeing Song Jiani walk past Song Xuanhe with her chin held high and walk away, Zhou Nan shook his head and said, "I feel like I've gotten to know Song Jiani again today. She's much cuter than before."
"Do you regret it?" Zhou Nan put his arm around Song Xuanhe's shoulder and said, "Actually, if you think about it, she's really good. At least she has nothing to say about you. Don't you really want to consider it?"
Song Xuan rolled her eyes at him, pulled his hand away and said calmly, "I am really hurting her by thinking about her."
Zhou Nan thought about it, and suddenly sighed, muttering: "You still have some conscience, Song Er."
Walking up to Wei Chen, Song Xuanhe whispered, "Let's talk."
Wei Chen raised his eyebrows and followed him out of the box.
Walking into the corridor, Song Xuanhe looked at the lush green tropical plants outside the French window and said calmly, "Why did Guan Zhi come to China?"
"Shouldn't you ask him this question?" Wei Chen stopped beside him, his eyes slowly fell on him and then moved away, chuckling softly, his low voice slightly hoarse: "Song Xuanhe, why didn't I realize before that you are really a disaster, with the magical power to make people live and die for you without any complaints."
Song Xuanhe automatically filtered out his last sentence and said, "I remember seeing you and Xiao Yuanmu having dinner together once. What were you talking about at the time? Medical robots?"
The smile on Wei Chen's face paused, and he stared at him without saying a word.
Song Xuanhe turned to meet his gaze and said calmly, "I remember that your company has been established, and has set up two departments, overseas and domestic. Although the headquarters is in China, most of the technical support comes from overseas. If I am not mistaken, the person behind the overseas company is Xiao Yuanmu."
Except for the occasional sound of footsteps on the other side of the corridor, it was almost silent here.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Chen raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully, "You are smarter than I thought, Song Xuanhe."
Song Xuanhe seemed to be blind to the interest in his eyes and returned to the original topic: "Why did Guan Zhi come to China?"
"You shouldn't ask me this question." Wei Chen's answer was still flawless, with a hint of nonchalance in his slightly ruffian smile.
"Then let me guess."
Song Xuanhe's eyes passed across his face and fell on the bodyguards who were quietly waiting at the door of the box a few dozen meters away. His eyesight was good enough to see their plain faces and their mediocre clothes that were forgettable at first sight.
"Those bodyguards." Song Xuanhe retracted his gaze and said, "They are not like the people around you before. They all have Asian faces, which shows that they are not following Guan Zhi. They are neither yours nor Guan Zhi's, but they happened to appear in my box. Whose people are they?"
Wei Chen's eyebrows jumped, and his smile deepened. He even nodded and agreed, "Who do you think it is?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at him and suddenly laughed: "I remember you didn't like Xiao Yuanmu very much. What, did I remember it wrong?"
"That's right." Wei Chen said, "You know, I like you."
Hearing Wei Chen say this, Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The last time Song Xuanhe met Wei Chen was at a cocktail party held by the Song Group a week ago. At that time, the Song family had just received the invitation from the Xiao family, so the Song family's commercial cocktail party was unprecedentedly grand. The heads and directors of various companies who had only occasionally attended or never attended in person before were almost all present, and the Wei family was naturally no exception.
At that time, Song Xuanhe was once again sent to receive Wei Chen. However, unlike the previous time when no one paid attention to him, almost everyone who came to the banquet this time came to favor him, regardless of gender, age or status. Song Xuanhe was stopped almost every time he took a step.
Regardless of the way of asking questions, whether it is sharp or tactful, they can be generally summarized into a few points: "How are you and Xiao Yuanmu doing now?", "Did you really invite you to the Xiao family's banquet?", "Will Xiao Yuanmu inherit the Xiao family?"
Song Xuanhe’s answers were always: “We have broken up”, “I’m not sure”, “I don’t know”.
However, those people did not let him go. Wei Chen, who had been stopped countless times by his side, did not feel impatient. Instead, he watched with interest as the smile on his face stiffened little by little. After the impatience in his eyes was revealed, he said, "I have a way to make these people shut up. Do you want to try it?"
Song Xuanhe didn't think much about it and just let him try.
As a result, the next time someone stopped them, Wei Chen grabbed Song Xuanhe's wrist before they could speak, and said to them, "Mr. Song has broken up with Mr. Xiao, and now I am pursuing Mr. Song. I hope everyone will give us some private space."
After that moment, no one stopped Song Xuanhe anymore. However, from that day on, everyone who met Song Xuanhe and asked him about Xiao Yuanmu would add a sentence, and the sentence changed from "Did you really break up with Xiao Yuanmu?" to "Are you really together with Wei Chen?"
To the extent that Song Xuanhe now feels like punching Wei Chen whenever he sees him.
Seeing Song Xuan and the bulging veins on his forehead, Wei Chen chuckled and said, "Song Jiani is right about one thing. Since Xiao Yuanmu left, you have become more and more like him. You are so calm that it makes people bored. Now you look much more pleasing to the eye."
Song Xuanhe already had the answer in his mind, he just sneered lightly and turned back to the box.
Guan Zhi and Zhou Nan were talking about something, leaning against each other's shoulders. When he came back, they separated, both smiling. Zhou Nan said, "Come on, to celebrate your escape, how about we go to Fenghua to celebrate?"
Fenghua, a pub with a name that doesn’t sound like a restaurant, all the food and drinks here are made by the owner, the taste is guaranteed, and the price can be described in one word: expensive.
Outrageously expensive.
Song Xuanhe paused as he walked in, glanced at them, and turned away without looking back.
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