Your circle is so chaotic.
This was Song Xuanhe’s first thought.
It's so strange that the cousins fall in love with the same man, but the book never mentions this relationship.
This was Song Xuanhe’s second thought.
Before he could have a third thought, Guan Zhi turned the conversation to him.
Guan Zhi: "Brother Wei, who is he?"
Wei Chen glanced at Song Xuanhe, whom Guan Zhi was pointing at with his chin, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. His cousin was well-raised, but he had never been an arrogant person. However, seeing his undisguised dissatisfaction when talking about Song Xuanhe, it seemed like they had a grudge against each other.
However, he was very curious to see how Song Xuanhe would solve it.
"This is Song Xuanhe." Wei Chen said with a smile, "One of the heirs of the Song family."
Guan Zhi nodded slightly and glanced at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe didn't even bother to raise his eyes, just sat there quietly playing with his phone.
Guan Zhi's face darkened, and he was so angry that he grabbed a piece of dessert and put it in front of Song Xuanhe. Just when everyone thought he was going to do something to embarrass Song Xuanhe, he shouted, "Do you see my hands shaking?"
Everyone in the lounge was stunned. Wei Chen didn't understand what was going on. Even Song Xuanhe's hands, which were playing games, paused for two seconds. Then he couldn't help but chuckle and thought of what happened yesterday.
Because of Song Guochao's scandal some time ago, the entire Song family was very busy, but after the storm subsided, most departments became relaxed.
So after reading a few documents yesterday morning, Song Xuanhe, who had not eaten much for breakfast, could no longer sit still. It happened to be almost time for lunch, so he simply pushed aside the pile of documents and left Song's company. He drove around the city and walked into the very good restaurant that Wei Chen had mentioned on the phone.
The restaurant was so busy that when Song Xuanhe entered, not only were there no private rooms, but even no individual tables. The waiter looked at his expensive clothes and asked nervously, "Sir, would you like to share a table? There is also a gentleman dining alone at the table by the window. If you don't mind, maybe you can share a table with him."
When it comes to food, Song Xuanhe has always been the most particular and the least particular. If the food tastes good enough, he wouldn't mind squatting at the door to eat with the bowl in his hand, so he agreed to the waiter's suggestion without any hesitation.
A young man wearing headphones and dressed fashionably was sitting by the window. When he saw Song Xuanhe sitting opposite him, he just raised his eyes and continued eating.
Song Xuanhe had no interest in talking to strangers. After ordering a few of the restaurant's signature dishes, he sat there quietly waiting for his food without even taking out his cell phone.
Not long after, the first dish Song Xuanhe ordered arrived. It was the signature dish of this restaurant, beef pancake. Although it is a pancake, the crust is very thin, only as thick as dumpling skin, but it has a soft and chewy texture that is a combination of bread and steamed buns. It is considered one of the ancestral craftsmanship of this store.
Song Xuanhe was not in a hurry to eat. He first smelled the three plates of sauce and tasted it with chopsticks. Then he took a bowl and mixed the sauces together in different proportions. After stirring evenly, he sprinkled some black pepper.
After doing all this, he picked up the pancake, brushed the prepared sauce evenly on the pancake, then put coriander and tender cucumber on it in turn, and finally put a slice of beef on it, closed the pancake and put it into his mouth.
Song Xuanhe has the habit of chewing his food slowly and his movements are very gentle, but this does not affect his facial expression. Just the slightly curved eyes when he ate the beef patties made the people opposite him think that the patties he made were particularly delicious.
"Why do you have to make such a sauce?"
Halfway through the meal, a clear voice was heard. Song Xuanhe looked up and found that the boy opposite him had taken off his headphones at some point and was staring at the beef patty in his hand without blinking.
Song Xuanhe shook the half-eaten beef patty in his hand, and sure enough, he saw the boy's eyes following his movements. He found it interesting and asked with a curled lip, "Do you want to eat?"
The boy blinked and nodded seriously.
Song Xuanhe's smile widened. He took a bite of the cake, chewed it carefully and swallowed it. Then, under the boy's expectant gaze, he smiled wickedly: "No."
The boy's eyes widened a little. He obviously hadn't thought that Song Xuanhe would reject him. He was a little confused for a moment, but when he realized what was going on, he exploded, "I won't eat it even if you give it to me!"
Song Xuanhe nodded and took the last bite into his mouth, "Well, I won't give it to you."
The young man stood up angrily, then sat down with a snort and asked the waiter to order a beef patty. After the beef patty came, he adjusted the seasoning steps he had just made in front of Song Xuanhe, then looked at him provocatively and took a bite of the patty in his hand.
After taking just one bite, he threw the cake back onto the plate, frowning and saying, "It tastes terrible."
Song Xuanhe sneered, handed him the cake he had just wrapped, and said, "See the difference."
The boy hesitated for a moment, but thinking of Song Xuanhe's look of relish in eating just now, he couldn't help but take it.
After taking a bite, his eyes widened, and he finished the cake in two or three bites. He asked in amazement, "Why is your sauce so delicious when I made the same sauce as yours?"
Song Xuanhe supported his chin with his hand and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Two people with huge differences in aesthetic taste, wearing the same clothes, will they achieve the same effect?"
The boy shook his head, then his face darkened: "You said I have bad taste?"
Song Xuanhe smiled lazily: "I'm laughing at your shaking hands."
The boy gritted his teeth and managed to utter, "You are the one who is shaking, everyone in the community is shaking!"
Seeing that Song Xuanhe was just smiling and not saying anything, the young man's eyes were bright with anger. He raised his hands and shook them up and down in front of him, proving himself again: "Do you think my hands are shaking?"
Song Xuanhe couldn't stop smiling. He took the matcha dessert from Guan Zhi's hand, took a bite, and then said, "It's not shaking. The whole community is not shaking."
Before Guan Zhi could recover from the shock of someone snatching the snack from his hand and eating it, he met his smiling eyes. The anger that had not been extinguished just now seemed to be extinguished by a touch of water, probably the hot water, which irritated his ears to the point of redness.
Guan Zhi looked away, turned his head and said, "I won't tremble even if you tremble."
Song Xuanhe did not answer and picked up the tea to go with the snacks. The light tea fragrance neutralized the bitterness of the matcha snacks. As the tea became sweeter, the aroma of matcha and flower tea mixed together, making him unable to resist drinking a few more sips.
When Guan Zhi saw him holding the tea and taking a few sips, he couldn't help but think of the cake he had eaten yesterday. He picked up the cup next to him, took a sip, but didn't find anything special. He glanced at him and put it down again.
At this time, others also realized that the situation was not the same as they had imagined. Guan Zhi had indeed met Song Xuanhe before, but he probably did not hate him.
Wei Chen raised his eyebrows: "Do you know each other?"
"We had dinner together yesterday." Guan Zhi said.
The others looked over, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and said calmly, "There's no room left, so we've put together a table."
Wei Chen glanced at Guan Zhi's expression and said with a smile, "I remember he went to the restaurant I recommended yesterday. I didn't expect Xuan He to go there too."
"I just happened to be passing by." Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, glanced at Wei Chen who seemed to be smiling but actually had a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and said, "I'm going to go bowling, you guys sit down."
Xiao Shenglin followed Song Xuanhe and stood up, saying with a smile: "I just came in to ask you to play ball, let's go."
Song Xuanhe nodded, passed Wei Chen and Guan Zhi, and left the lounge with Xiao Shenglin.
After they left, Xiao Shenglin asked, "Do you know the young master of the Guan family?"
"Are you talking about Guan Zhi?" When facing Xiao Shenglin, Song Xuanhe's slightly impatient tone calmed down: "It's just like what I said just now. We shared a table and had a meal. I didn't expect to meet again."
Xiao Shenglin was a little worried: "I heard that Guan Zhi is the only grandson of the Guan family and is protected by the entire family. I don't know why he suddenly came to China."
Hearing what Xiao Shenglin said, Song Xuanhe remembered that the Guan family, one of the eight major chaebols in the book, seemed to have settled in Canada a long time ago. Even the focus of their business was shifted to America, and they rarely set foot on Chinese soil.
"It might be about Wei Chen's incident." Song Xuanhe guessed.
"It's possible." Xiao Shenglin also thought so, and said: "I just saw that although Guan Zhi is a little childish, he is not overbearing and has no ill will towards you."
"I know." Song Xuanhe laughed, "He's just a kid, I won't bother with him."
Xiao Shenglin finally felt relieved and said no more.
Song Xuanhe just likes Xiao Shenglin's personality. Even if he is worried, he will only express it briefly and never interfere in other people's lives. Even if he wants to give a reminder, he will do it in the way that the other person can accept the most. How can you feel uncomfortable when getting along with such a person?
Xiao Yuanmu received a call from an unfamiliar landline.
The voice that sounded particularly childish from the other end made him hesitate a bit.
"Is that Brother Yuanmu?" The little girl's timid voice reminded Xiao Yuanmu of the day when Song Xuanhe took him out of the orphanage. It seemed that it was this little girl who called them.
Xiao Yuanmu's voice softened slightly, "What's the matter?"
When the girl heard his voice, it was as if she had found her backbone. She immediately started crying: "Brother Yuanmu, can you please come back for a while? The director's grandmother is sick and she refuses to go to the hospital. We are so scared."
Xiao Yuanmu was stunned, and suddenly remembered that this time in his previous life seemed to be the time when the dean died. That was the first time he took the initiative to seek help from Song Xuanhe, but he only received sarcasm and the news of the dean's death soon after.
That was the main reason why he was determined to bring down the Song family. He didn't expect that after so long, he would have the opportunity to make up for his regret.
By the time Xiao Yuanmu arrived at the welfare home, many people had already gathered outside the old director's door.
Seeing him coming, the children, old and young, made way for him. Perhaps they knew that he could make money now, and even their previous fear of him disappeared. Not only did they look at him expectantly, but a little boy even cried and pulled his clothes, saying, "Brother Yuanmu, can you save the dean's grandmother?"
Xiao Yuanmu had no feelings for these children. Seeing their expressions, he just nodded calmly: "Let go, I'll go over and take a look."
There were several welfare home staff members in the director's room. Their eyes lit up when they saw Xiao Yuanmu coming over. They all knew that Xiao Yuanmu did a good job and had a high level of education. If there was any hope for the director, only Xiao Yuanmu could do it.
"Yuan Mu, you're here." A middle-aged woman in plain clothes made way for him and said, "Go and persuade your grandmother, the director. She fell like this, how can she not go to the hospital!"
Xiao Yuanmu walked to the bedside and his eyes fell on the old man lying on the bed. It had been so long that he felt a little strange. The old man's face merged with the kind face buried deep in his memory, causing a hint of warmth to flash across his eyes.
After his rebirth, he invested all his money into the stock market. He cashed out the money some time ago and donated part of it to the welfare home. Due to many reasons, he is not suitable to return to the welfare home for the time being, so he has never been back to visit and almost forgot the time when the old man died.
"Grandma, I'll take you to the hospital."
When the old man heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled kindly: "Yuanmu, you are so busy at work, why are you back? Grandma is fine, don't worry about them."
The voice in his memory sounded again. Xiao Yuanmu's jaw tightened, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips slightly and said, "The company has a benefit of family medical examination recently. I have always wanted to take you there, and it just so happens that this time is the same."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then there's no need to take my old bones with me. It would be a waste. You can take your Aunt Wang with you. She has been complaining about arm discomfort for some time. It would be good to have a look."
Hearing Aunt Wang from the old woman's mouth, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly, but a smile appeared on his face: "I'll take you there first. Aunt Wang is not in a hurry. The car should be waiting outside now. It would be bad to make her wait for too long."
"What car?" the old man asked in surprise.
However, before Xiao Yuanmu could speak, a child's hurried voice said, "The ambulance is here! The doctor is here!"
The old man was startled and asked, "Why did you call an ambulance? Grandma is fine."
Xiao Yuanmu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked the medical staff who came in to lift the old man and put him in the ambulance.
After arriving at the hospital, the doctor examined the old man and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately you got him there in time. The old man had a bruise on his head. If it were any later, he might have been hard to save. Elderly people should be careful about bumps and bruises. If they fall, they must come to the hospital for a checkup to make sure they are fine. You did a great job."
Xiao Yuanmu breathed a sigh of relief, and the doctor continued, "The old man is too old to undergo surgery. I would recommend conservative treatment. What do you think?"
"Can."
The doctor glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and saw that he had a calm expression and was well-dressed. He knew that he was not short of money, so he smiled and said, "Okay, it's no big deal for the old man to be admitted to the hospital for treatment. Just go downstairs and pay the fees."
After leaving the doctor's office, Xiao Yuanmu went directly to the payment hall. Halfway there, he paused, took out his cell phone and made a call.
When Song Xuanhe received Xiao Yuanmu's call, the score with Wei Chen was exactly five to four. Not long after he and Xiao Shenglin came out, Zhou Nan, Wei Chen and a group of people followed him out. After playing separately for a while, Zhou Nan proposed a match between the groups, with the winner to be decided by ten rounds. At this time, it happened that he was playing against Wei Chen.
"I'm going to take a call."
Seeing the caller ID, Song Xuanhe was a little surprised. After learning what the matter was from the system, he put down the bowling ball in his hand.
Wei Chen glanced at Song Xuanhe's slightly frowned brows and said calmly, "I'll wait for you to finish fighting."
Song Xuanhe walked past the people watching the game and went to the garden outside. The phone had been hung up at this time, so he called back.
Song Xuanhe: "What's the matter?"
"Something happened to the director of the welfare home. Can you lend me some money?" Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and repeated what he had said in his previous life: "I will pay you back immediately."
Song Xuanhe looked at the moths dangling on the street lamp, and was silent for a while before he spoke calmly, "What are you going to pay back with?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly as he remembered what he was thinking in his previous life.
At that time, Song Xuanhe was also silent for a long time. During his silence, he thought a lot.
He thought that if Song Xuanhe helped him this time, he would give up on attacking the Song family. He also thought that as long as Song Xuanhe was willing to lend him money so that the old dean could perform the operation, he could forget all the insults he had suffered from Song Xuanhe before.
However, Song Xuanhe did not agree, just like now.
Xiao Yuanmu's lips curled up into a cold smile, but his tone softened a little: "What do you want?"
Song Xuanhe heard the same lines as in the book, kicked the bench beside the flower bed, pursed her lips and said, "You can't give me what I want."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, and within his sight were the cold lights of the hospital and the doctors in white robes coming and going. His face was cold: "If you don't tell me, how do you know I can't afford it?"
"You are a poor boy without parents, what else do you have except a face?" Song Xuanhe sat down on the bench, looking at the colorful flowers covered by a layer of shadow in the night, and said lightly: "Besides, I am almost tired of seeing your face. What else can you trade with me? I have something to do, don't disturb me."
Song Xuanhe hung up the phone, put the phone on the bench, stretched his legs and leaned against the chair back, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
[This plot shouldn't have happened at this time. It should have happened after some time. 】The system glanced at Song Xuanhe's expression and said cautiously: [But the lines are right, so this plot is passed. 】
[What a fucking fucking plot.] Song Xuanhe put down his hands that were covering his eyes and said calmly: [Finish your journey early and go back early. 】
The system was stunned and fell silent.
Song Xuanhe sat for a long time before he picked up the phone and made a call: "Assistant Zhang, call 2 million to Qing City Welfare House tomorrow."
Assistant Zhang on the other end of the phone was stunned, thinking of Song Xuanhe's relationship with Xiao Yuanmu, and quickly replied: "Okay, if it's an urgent payment, I can transfer it today."
"No need." Song Xuanhe said calmly, "Call again after 10 a.m. tomorrow. Don't call too long. Also, don't use my name. Just make up an identity of a wealthy businessman who is not from this city."
Zhang Chao was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions and agreed, "Okay, don't worry."
Song Xuanhe looked at the screen of his mobile phone which went out, and stood up to go in. However, just as he stood up, he saw a person standing under a tree not far away.
"Guan Zhi."
"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?" Guan Zhi came over and asked curiously.
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly: "It's none of your business."
"Are you asking someone to pay the first person who called you?"
"I said it's none of your business." Song Xuanhe was already in a bad mood, and he suppressed his irritability in his tone: "Get out of the way."
"Since you are going to transfer money to that person, why don't you transfer it directly to him?" Guan Zhi didn't move, but looked at him stubbornly, as if he would not give up until he got an answer.
Song Xuanhe frowned and his voice turned cold: "I don't want to say it a second time, get out of the way."
"What can you do to me if I don't let you?" Guan Zhi crossed his arms and looked at him with his chin up, but there was a hint of tension and hurt in his eyes.
Song Xuanhe retracted the force of his outstretched hand, pushed him to the side, and walked straight over.
Zhou Nan was still playing basketball. Seeing Song Xuanhe approaching with a sullen face, he and Xiao Shenglin exchanged glances without saying a word.
Instead, the young man who had been sitting with Guan Zhi asked, "Mr. Song, is there something wrong?"
Wei Chen turned around and saw Song Xuanhe's expression. He paused and said, "You can go back first if you have something to do."
Song Xuanhe shook his head, picked up a bowling ball, walked to the other side, and started playing by himself.
Several people looked at each other, Zhou Nan frowned and said: "This is the first time I see Song Er with such a look on his face."
Xiao Shenglin was also a little worried. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Guan Zhi walk in. His expression was almost the same as Song Xuanhe's. He had a stern face with a bit of baby fat and walked straight towards Song Xuanhe.
Several people were stunned and quickly followed.
"Let me compete with you." Guan Zhi walked to Song Xuanhe and said with a stern face.
Song Xuanhe glanced at him and said nothing.
Guan Zhi pursed his lips tightly. He was not good at bowling and hadn't played much just now. Two pins fell down after one throw, and the images on the screen were horrible.
He said, "If I lose ten times, you won't be angry anymore, how about that?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned, then stood up and looked at Guan Zhi.
He stood aside holding the bowling ball, his eyes dodging, and lowered his voice awkwardly, "I didn't mean to pry into your privacy. I'm sorry."
"I'm not angry with you." Song Xuanhe shook his head and said in a softer tone: "You don't have to apologize."
"If I lose to you ten times, you will accept my apology." Guan Zhi raised his eyes and met his gaze.
Song Xuanhe did not move, his tone had returned to his usual casual tone: "You did nothing wrong, if anyone needs to apologize, it should be me."
"Then I'll ask you to have dinner with me later, will you agree to it?"
Song Xuanhe was stunned, and suddenly remembered the reason why Guan Zhi liked Xiao Yuanmu. He nodded and agreed: "Okay."
Hearing their conversation, the people who followed were all stunned. Although they didn't understand the situation, they were still very surprised to see Guan Zhi apologize, especially Wei Chen. It was probably the tradition of the Guan family. From childhood to adulthood, neither his mother nor he, nor Guan Zhi, had ever had the good virtue of admitting mistakes and apologizing.
His mother apologized because his father doted on her, and he apologized because he had never done anything that he felt he really needed to apologize for. As for Guan Zhi, his identity meant that he didn't need to apologize.
It seemed that his first apology to Guan Zhi was given to Song Xuanhe.
Wei Chen narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his slightly pursed lips slowly curled up, looking at Song Xuanhe with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
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