Liu Xu stood on the terrace, looking at the precious flowers in the garden below that were blooming in the cold winter, her brows dazed.
The winter night was extremely cold, but she was only wearing a smooth champagne-colored silk long dress. She stood gracefully in the wind, her lazy curly hair was blown a little messy, part of it fell on her thin and smooth shoulders, and part of it was flying in the cold wind, struggling.
Suddenly, footsteps came closer.
Liu Xu, who was standing by the railing, had her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her hands on the railing slowly moved closer, then tangled together. Only when she heard footsteps approaching did she untwist her clenched hands and turn her head sideways.
The person came against the light, with a slender figure and a blurry face. There was a light of surprise in her eyes, and her tone was sweet and soft: "Mr. Song."
Song Xuanhe stopped and glanced at Liu Xu. Seeing that she was wearing clothes that were not warm enough, he showed no expression and nodded nonchalantly, "I heard from Huang Cong that you were looking for me?"
"Yes." Liu Xu turned around and hugged her arms with her frozen hands on the railing. She raised her head slightly but lowered her eyes, revealing her fragile pale face and slender neck. She said softly, "I called you out today because I wanted to apologize to you."
Keeping a distance of one and a half meters from Liu Xu, Song Xuanhe's eyes showed a hint of interest, but his face seemed a little puzzled: "Apologize?"
"Well, I'm sorry."
Liu Xu raised her eyes. Her eyes were very beautiful, with a round shape and elongated eye tails. They were pure and charming. From Song Xuanhe's perspective from top to bottom, they seemed a little fragile and innocent. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, which made people feel very distressed and lovable.
Song Xuanhe was unmoved. Everyone in the entertainment industry is very good at using their appearance to their advantage, and Liu Xu is no exception.
Moreover, he is a fashion designer and has seen countless handsome men and beautiful women. It is difficult for him to be moved by ordinary people. In addition, fashion shows basically require deciding the model's makeup based on the clothes and the scene of the show, and most of the models' makeup artists have part-time jobs, so he is also very familiar with all kinds of makeup.
For example, now he saw Liu Xu's elongated and drooping eyeliner, which matched her eye shape very well, almost seamlessly, making her look pure and elegant. All these visual effects were created by subtle changes in makeup.
Liu Xu wanted to use her acting skills matched with her makeup to shake Song Xuanhe, but she really didn't understand him.
Seeing this boring trick, Song Xuanhe showed a little impatience: "If you want to apologize, just state the reason directly, don't hesitate."
Liu Xu paused as she covered her trembling arm. She glanced at Song Xuanhe, who had a cold expression, with her watery eyes, then bit her lower lip and said, "Actually... Mr. Song Guochao's lover went to your house to cause trouble before, and it was also my responsibility."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.
After staying outside for a long time, Liu Xu was already shivering with cold. Seeing that Song Xuanhe really had no sympathy for her, she loosened her teeth that were biting her lower lip a little, hugged her arms tighter, and said, "At that time, I couldn't bear to see that Mr. Song actually kept his first love without telling Mrs. Song and the Li family. I was also angry that I was actually his first love's substitute, so I sent all the information I found to Zhang Xiuya..."
Seeing that Song Xuanhe's expression hadn't changed, Liu Xu sobbed softly, lowered her head and said, "I really didn't expect Zhang Xiuya to be pregnant, and I didn't expect that she would have other ideas and go to the Song family to make trouble, and let everyone know about it. I'm sorry..."
"You're done?"
Liu Xu was stunned. When she looked up, tears filled her eyes. She said, "I... Mr. Song, can you forgive me?"
Song Xuanhe sneered: "Even if you want to find someone to forgive, it shouldn't be me. The real victims are Song Guochao and my mother. If you really repent, you should go and apologize to them. If you're done, I'll leave."
"Mr. Song."
Seeing that Song Xuanhe really left as soon as he said, Liu Xu no longer had time to worry about anything else and hurriedly grabbed his arm.
She said anxiously, "Mr. Song, I can't go to Mr. Song. I was so scared when I heard about the Song family's affairs that I didn't dare to come forward to explain it clearly. However, it didn't take long for Mr. Song to find out about me. He has now regarded me as the culprit and has even threatened to ban me. I have no way out."
Song Xuanhe frowned and asked, "So what do you want me to do?"
Liu Xu's eyes lit up, thinking that Song Xuanhe had finally compromised and was ready to help her, and hurriedly said, "I just need you to tell the company for me, just, just say that you are my friend."
"Are we friends?" Song Xuanhe broke free of his hand. He saw a metallic luster flashing from the dark building opposite him. He raised his lips and said, "If I remember correctly, Queen Liu and I are not really friends."
After saying that, Song Xuanhe, knowing that Liu Xu had achieved his goal, raised his leg and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps when a soft body pressed against him from behind. The curvy figure pressed against him, causing his body to stiffen instantly. When he came to his senses, he had already pushed Liu Xu to the ground.
Liu Xu didn't expect that Song Xuanhe was not only uninterested in her embrace but also pushed her away so rudely. She had never been treated like this before and she knelt on the ground for a while without reacting.
Song Xuanhe's face had turned completely cold. Liu Xu's actions just now reminded him of something that happened a long time ago. His original desire to cooperate with the performance disappeared instantly. After looking coldly at Liu Xu sitting on the ground, he turned around and left without looking back.
Ever since Song Xuanhe left, Huang Cong has been chatting with Xiao Yuanmu in a bitter mood. In just ten minutes, he felt as if ten years had passed.
Xiao Yuanmu is truly the most difficult person to please and the most difficult to find common topics with that Huang Cong has ever met in all these years, no doubt about it.
Apart from the initial topic related to Song Xuanhe, Xiao Yuanmu also said a few words to him and looked at him with a look that made people feel cold behind their backs. After that, no matter what he said, Xiao Yuanmu's expression did not change at all, always indifferent and calm. Occasionally, he only spoke one or two words, leaving him with no idea how to respond.
Huang Cong is best at observing people's words and expressions. His usual flattery is based on the micro-expressions of the person he is flattering, which makes it so successful. However, this is completely useless on Xiao Yuanmu, because there is no emotion on his face or in his eyes!
Being over thirty years old, and due to the special nature of his job, Huang Cong has met all kinds of people, including many in high positions. However, even if those people are dignified and speak little, they always inadvertently reveal very subtle changes in emotion. Therefore, Huang Cong always thought that according to his ability to observe people, there is no one who can hide his emotions on his face.
Now that he had seen Xiao Yuanmu, Huang Cong realized that he had been looking at the world from a narrow perspective. However, he did not want to gain any new knowledge at all. He just wanted to quickly leave this place that made him so nervous.
However, even if he wanted to turn around and leave, he didn't dare to leave easily, so he could only pray in his heart that Song Xuanhe would come back soon.
I don’t know if God heard Huang Cong’s prayers. When he was forcing a smile and trying to find a topic to talk to Xiao Yuanmu, while praying for Song Xuanhe to come back soon for the ninety-ninth time in his heart, Song Xuanhe finally appeared in his sight.
"Mr. Song!" You are finally back!
The coldness on Song Xuanhe's face had not yet faded away when he suddenly saw Huang Cong's exaggerated expression as if he had seen a savior. He put down the foot he had just raised, vaguely intending to change direction.
Huang Cong took two steps at a time, even ignoring the fact that his overly anxious and exaggerated movements might reveal that he was not willing to stay with Xiao Yuanmu for a long time and offend others. He grabbed Song Xuanhe who wanted to turn around and said excitedly: "You are finally back. Mr. Xiao and I were very worried about you just now. You don't know that the entertainment industry is complicated and dangerous. Sometimes a few words can become a topic of gossip. We are all very afraid that you will say the wrong thing or be plotted against."
Song Xuanhe was not used to others touching him yet. The moment Huang Cong caught him, his brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again. He pulled his hand away and said, "If you have something to say, talk. Don't touch me."
Huang Cong smiled and said, "I was just too excited and worried about you."
Song Xuanhe glanced at Huang Cong, walked past him and came to Xiao Yuanmu, and asked, "What did you talk about just now?" Scared him like that?
"Nothing." Xiao Yuanmu's eyes swept over Song Xuanhe's slightly tense jaw, and his large palm grasped his hand at his side. When he struggled, he tightened his grip and said calmly, "Now that we've finished talking, let's go back."
Song Xuanhe couldn't break free from Xiao Yuanmu's grip. His already slightly tense jaw became even tighter, and his voice became colder: "Let go."
Huang Cong, who was about to reply, saw the tense atmosphere in front of him, so he swallowed his words, took a step back and laughed, "I suddenly remembered that Mr. Xue just wanted to chat with me. Since Mr. Song is here, I'll go over first."
After saying that, he held his breath and glanced at the two people who didn't even give him a glance, then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
"Your hands are a little cold." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly, "They are shaking."
Song Xuanhe was stunned, and paused his struggling movements. He turned his head away and said, "The terrace is too cold."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at his drooping thick eyelashes, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and his voice became much lighter: "I'll cover it for you."
Hearing this, Song Xuanhe pursed his lips and stopped struggling.
The next morning, Song Xuanhe was once again awakened by the continuous ringing of his cell phone.
He frowned and ruffled his messy hair even more. After checking the incoming call alert on his cell phone, he lay back on the bed, slowly stretched out his arms and legs, closed his curled eyelashes, and took a nap as his cell phone rang.
By the time Song Xuanhe got up, there were more than twenty missed calls on his phone, all from Song Guochao. He laughed and threw the phone on the bed, turned into the bathroom, took a shower, changed clothes and went downstairs.
This morning's breakfast was pasta. I have to say that the seafood pasta made by Xiao Yuanmu was also excellent. He would not lie in bed and would get up on time just for this bowl of pasta.
When I went downstairs, the pasta had already been served on the table. The TV in the living room was on, but Xiao Yuanmu was nowhere to be seen.
Song Xuanhe looked around and didn't find anyone. Hesitantly, he wanted to go to the restaurant, when he saw Xiao Yuanmu coming out of the balcony with a cell phone in his hand.
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him and said calmly, "Have breakfast."
Song Xuanhe nodded. He didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to be on the phone so early in the morning. He turned around and suddenly remembered something. His eyes lit up: "Who were you talking to just now? Was it Yang Jie from last time? Last time I heard that he seemed to have registered a company. Does he want to find you to change jobs?"
Xiao Yuanmu paused, turned around and asked him, "Do you really want me to change jobs?"
“I was…”
Before Song Xuanhe could finish, he heard his cold voice: "And then break up with me?"
Song Xuanhe's expression froze suspiciously for a second, and then he turned the frozeness into surprise, and with Oscar-level anger and disbelief: "How could you think so!"
"I think you said that because you want to resign and break up with me!" Song Xuanhe immediately turned the tables: "If you didn't think so, why would you say that? The fact that you said that proves that you have thought so."
After finishing this illogical and specious argument, Song Xuanhe suppressed the slight rise in the corners of his mouth that he felt was clever, and looked at Xiao Yuanmu with suspicion.
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows, moved his chin slightly, and pointed in the direction of the living room.
Song Xuanhe looked in the direction his chin pointed. The morning entertainment news was being broadcast on TV. The host of the entertainment news was a young girl. She was surprised and said in an exaggerated and lively tone: "The latest morning entertainment report, actress Liu secretly met with a young hunk late at night. It is said that the young hunk is not from the entertainment circle. An insider revealed that the young hunk is a rich second-generation from a big family. He has a very good appearance and figure. He has been in a sister-brother relationship with actress Liu for a while. The exposure of the photos this time actually showed signs of it a long time ago. I wonder if it means that actress Liu is about to get married! Liu Xufang has not responded yet. We will follow up on the report."
Song Xuanhe: …
"You got up so early in the morning to read the entertainment news?" Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu with condemnation in his eyes, "Entertainment news is all fake, and most of the photos are synthetic."
As soon as Song Xuanhe finished speaking, several photos appeared on the large TV screen in the anchor room. In one photo, Liu Xu was pulling a tall young man, and in another photo, Liu Xu was hugging the young man from behind. The young man's face was blurred, but anyone who attended the banquet yesterday could recognize that it was Song Xuanhe.
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze turned to Song Xuanhe's face, as if to see if he had any further explanation.
Song Xuanhe's expression was very surprised, and there was a hint of anger: "I was wondering why she pulled and hugged me yesterday, it turns out she did this to frame me!"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were cold and he asked without showing any emotion: "You didn't know about it before?"
"No..." Song Xuanhe changed the subject of what he was about to say: "I know a little bit. She wanted to solve her current dilemma of being hidden by the snow by having me compete with Song Guochao. I just happened to have a bad relationship with Song Guochao, so I wanted to follow her wishes to disgust Song Guochao. I didn't expect that she would be so bold."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him for a long time and asked, "You don't like catkins."
Song Xuanhe answered decisively: "Of course I don't like it."
"Then who do you like?" Xiao Yuanmu spoke again the second after he answered.
"Anyone..." Xiao Yuanmu answered too quickly just now, almost making him fall into the trap. Even though Song Xuanhe braked, he rolled his eyes and said, "I like whoever I'm with."
Xiao Yuanmu knew that Song Xuanhe didn't tell the truth, but he didn't care much about his truth. He didn't get angry. Instead, he saw the cunning in his eyes and curled his lips. He didn't pursue the topic anymore: "Let's eat."
On the way to the company, Song Xuanhe's cell phone kept ringing. He drove without looking away and seemed not to hear the ringing. Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting next to him, also looked out the window thoughtfully and was not interested in Song Xuanhe's cell phone which had been ringing since he got in the car.
Now Yang Jie is helping him solve the M&A issues of several companies that have very bad current prospects but will definitely have considerable development in the future. The M&A is being executed smoothly. He also found Louis, another assistant who had excellent work ability in his previous life, and asked him to help manage the industries that are about to be launched overseas.
Everything was going very smoothly. If things went as planned, the company would be back on track within three months, and by then, he would have to leave.
Leaving China for the United States was a plan he had made after his rebirth. From the moment he received his first lottery ticket, which gave him a larger amount of money than in his previous life, everything he planned to do was proceeding step by step according to the plan. Regardless of the policy or the consideration of competing with the Xiao family in the future, China had never been the starting point for the development of his company's headquarters in his plan. Leaving China was an indispensable step for him.
He never thought that he would be held back by anything or anyone. In fact, Song Xuanhe would not let him change his mind. But for some reason, when he thought about not being able to hear Song Xuanhe's casual words "delicious" when eating in the future, his desire to cook for himself was reduced a lot.
This was just a very small matter, but for Xiao Yuanmu, who was never shaken by outsiders, it was something that made him alert and think deeply.
The cell phone rang again, and this time the ringtone was different from the previous one. Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his thoughts and turned to look at Song Xuanhe who was talking into the Bluetooth headset.
I don't know what was said on the other end. Although Song Xuanhe had a smile on his face, his expression was a little cold. Xiao Yuanmu moved his fingers on his legs. This was the first time he saw such an obvious expression of rejection and disgust on Song Xuanhe's face.
So, when Song Xuanhe hung up the phone, Xiao Yuanmu asked curiously, "Who?"
The coldness on Song Xuanhe's face did not fade, and he said, "Liu Xu."
Xiao Yuanmu looked away, thoughtful. Before yesterday, Song Xuanhe did not have this expression when he mentioned Liu Xu. Even when Huang Cong reminded him what Liu Xu was going to do, he said something for Liu Xu. What happened last night that made Song Xuanhe's attitude change so drastically overnight?
Xiao Yuanmu couldn't help but think of Song Xuanhe's tense expression when he came back from the terrace and his repulsive behavior when faced with other people's touch.
This sudden rejection and emotional fluctuation, so it can't be said that he refuses to be touched because he is in a bad mood, but it is more like... a stress response when he has encountered something or suddenly encountered a scene that he doesn't want to recall again.
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly. The stress reaction of refusing physical touch usually occurs after being psychologically hurt by forced physical touch...
The car slowly drove into the parking lot. When parking, Song Xuanhe put his hand on the handbrake. Xiao Yuanmu casually reached out and brushed it, but Song Xuanhe did not react at all, but just looked at him strangely.
Xiao Yuanmu unbuckled his seat belt calmly. Generally, people who have a stress reaction find it difficult to control their emotions, and it is difficult for them to calm down in a short period of time. However, Song Xuanhe remained calm last night, and was very restrained even when refusing others to touch him. It can be seen that although the previous injury he suffered had an impact on him, the impact was not that great.
While waiting for the elevator, Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes and thought that perhaps Song Xuanhe's stress reaction was the reason why he had never really had any close contact with him in any of his previous lives.
Song Xuanhe had no idea what Xiao Yuanmu was thinking, nor did he know that in just a short while, Xiao Yuanmu had already found out the reason why the original owner didn't touch him. If he knew, he would definitely admit it immediately and completely put the boss's mind at ease.
The elevator door of the high-rise elevator opened, and the assistant of the president's office who was about to come out widened his eyes when he saw Song Xuanhe, and hurriedly said, "Second Young Master, you are here!"
After he finished speaking, he realized that his voice was a little excited. He glanced at the other employees who were waiting for the elevator at the party opposite. The assistant lowered his voice and invited Song Xuanhe to the elevator. Then he said, "The president is waiting for you in the office. You can take a detour to the president's office later. Don't let President Song catch you. He came to the company this morning and went straight to your office. It's definitely not a small matter."
"What does my brother want me to do?" Song Xuanhe leaned against the elevator with his arms crossed, asking nonchalantly.
"It's not about today's entertainment news."
Song Xuanlin's assistant, like Song Xuanhe's assistant Zhang Chao, is a life assistant who has grown up with them since childhood, so he knows more about their family's privacy than anyone else.
"You're not at home. Mr. Song watched the news this morning and said you were making trouble." The assistant said, "Don't run into Mr. Song later. He is in the right now. He is probably holding his breath and will teach you a lesson."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him with a half-smile and asked, "Is that how you frame Mr. Song?"
The assistant smiled. He was Song Xuanlin's personal assistant, so he was naturally very familiar with Song Xuanhe. He knew he was just joking when he heard him say that, but he still had to get down to business: "Boss Song is not just troubling you for his personal matters at this time. You are holding 20% of his and his wife's shares. Even Boss Song is a little angry about your scandal with Liu Xu. He might use this incident to get his shares back. In short, you'd better not conflict with him."
"Are shares cheap?" Song Xuanhe laughed indifferently, "They can be transferred at will, and the holders can be changed every few months?"
The assistant also knew that this was unlikely, but the impact on Song Xuanlin would be completely different if the shares were in the hands of Young Master Song, who had no intention of inheriting the company, and in the hands of Song Guochao, who was ambitious for the company. As he was Song Xuanlin's man, he would naturally give it more consideration.
Song Xuanhe naturally knew what the assistant was thinking, but he would not expose it. Just at this moment, the elevator door opened, and he raised his chin: "Lead the way."
The assistant nodded quickly, took a step forward, and after making sure that there was no one around, he instructed Song Xuanhe again: "I'll lead the way and take you around a few departments before going to the president's office. But President Song is waiting to catch you on this floor, so if you see President Song, just go ahead and don't worry about me."
Song Xuanhe sneered: "Do you think you are a spy?"
Upon hearing this, the assistant turned around and wanted to tell Song Xuanhe that this matter was very serious. However, before he could open his mouth, he saw Song Xuanhe stand up straight, raised his eyebrows and said to him: "You don't need to lead the way, Mr. Song has already come."
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