Xiao Yuanmu kept his word and submitted his resignation on the same day. Due to Song Xuanhe's instructions, his resignation was handled extremely quickly. It was just a matter of going through the approval process. In just two hours, he completed the resignation process. Because the previous new employees had been working for Xiao Yuanmu, they didn't even have to go through the handover process.
In the venture capital department's tea room, Song Xuanhe leaned on the tea table with his arms crossed, glancing at Xiao Yuanmu: "When are you going to move all your things out?"
Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "Wait until you get off work."
"No need." Song Xuanhe raised his hand and turned the car keys in his hand, "Let's move now. This is a good time for me to skip work."
Xiao Yuanmu said nothing, but looked at him quietly with his eyes, his eyelids slightly drooped. Because of the light and angle, the indifference of his facial features was softened, giving people the illusion of deep affection.
However, once he opened his mouth, his cold voice broke all the sweetness: "We didn't break up."
Yes, they haven't broken up yet.
It should be said that Xiao Yuanmu unilaterally disagreed with the breakup. In the morning at the hotel, Song Xuanhe asked him: "Why do you think that I am willing to maintain a relationship with you after you quit your job at my house and moved out of my apartment?"
Xiao Yuanmu's brows were slightly furrowed at that time, and his eyes, which showed no emotion, looked up and down his face inch by inch. It seemed that he was really thinking, or weighing whether he should waste time talking to Song Xuanhe for a few more words.
In the end, Xiao Yuanmu chose to waste time. He put down the porridge spoon in his hand, lowered his eyes, and his tone changed. His clear voice was hoarse and low, and seemed to be mixed with a smile, but in fact, he was rational and calm at the negotiation table: "Being together is your unilateral decision, and breaking up is my decision. It's very fair."
Song Xuanhe was a little surprised. He didn't expect Xiao Yuanmu to say something that was almost accusatory or could be understood as a rogue. Because of his surprise, he even widened his eyes and asked, "Are you kidding me?"
Xiao Yuanmu was not joking. After seeing his surprised expression, he said calmly, "What do you think?"
Song Xuanhe said: "I think so. Breaking up is not divorce. I can break up if I want to. There is no room for you to refuse."
Xiao Yuanmu did not argue with him, but just looked at him meaningfully, and then said: "You know very well whether we were lovers before. Since the beginning and the process are illogical and unrealistic, then the ending does not need to be so clear."
Song Xuanhe was swept by his eyes that seemed to see through everything, and alarm bells suddenly sounded in his heart. Although the plot has now ended, he still has to stay in this world for more than a year. If Xiao Yuanmu sees something, or if he keeps this matter in mind, then his life will be difficult.
Moreover, since Xiao Yuanmu would soon leave the Song family and move out of his apartment, the chances of them meeting in the future would be close to zero. There was no need to argue over a verbal agreement to break up. Xiao Yuanmu was right. When they lived together, they both knew that they were not a couple. If they didn't live together, it would be even less likely that they would become a real couple.
Young Master Song, who knew the situation, immediately understood the interests involved, then nodded his chin calmly and proudly: "That's it."
Young Master Song, who thought he had nothing to do with Xiao Yuanmu, was surprised when he heard Xiao Yuanmu say that they had not broken up. "I didn't say we broke up. You wanted to move out, and I skipped work to help you move because it was convenient for you. Besides, isn't this how loving couples sacrifice for each other? Don't you think we are not loving?"
After saying that, Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu with a smile, determined to disgust him this time.
Xiao Yuanmu saw Song Xuanhe's drooping eyes that couldn't hide his mischievousness but looked extremely innocent. His eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly the corners of his eyes curved. He supported himself on the table with his hands, and his pair of peach blossom eyes suddenly moved closer. His eyes were shimmering with deep affection, and his long straight eyelashes were like sharp swords with a sword light. The combination of extreme seduction and sharpness made Song Xuanhe shrink back.
"What are you doing?" Song Xuanhe looked calm and even pretended to glance at the office area outside: "This is the company."
"Loving couples can't help themselves in the office."
Song Xuanhe had to admit that Xiao Yuanmu had a pair of captivating eyes, like a mermaid waiting for sailors on the reef. As long as he was willing, a simple glance could make the vigilant sailors indulge in it and be willing to sacrifice their lives for it.
Before he met Xiao Yuanmu, he never believed that a person could make others feel a completely different temperament just by using a pair of eyes, no matter how skilled the actor was.
A person's charm is essentially revealed by the coordination of his facial features. If you just look at his eyes, without his eyebrows, it is difficult for most people to express their joy or anger on their own.
But at this moment, Song Xuanhe believed it, but he was not bewitched by him, because in his memory, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were calm and peaceful, hiding all emotions under the boundless surface of the water, making it impossible to see anything, and it was extremely dangerous.
Song Xuanhe leaned back a little calmly. After getting up in the morning, he found that Xiao Yuanmu had changed a little. Perhaps it was because he saw the side of Xiao Yuanmu that he least wanted others to see yesterday, so the sense of danger he gave him increased sharply today, like a wild beast that had broken out of its confinement, no longer pretending to be calm, revealing his true face inch by inch, testing the prey in front of him that knew his weakness, thinking about where to start and destroy the body.
"But not in a busy tea room." Song Xuanhe's heart trembled, and he stretched out his hand to push Xiao Yuanmu away. Seeing that he left immediately after being pushed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't show it on his face. He raised the key and said, "Let's go, I'll help you move."
No matter what, they had to kick Xiao Yuanmu, who had just resigned, out of his apartment first. Considering how busy Xiao Yuanmu had been during this period, he probably wouldn't even leave the house for a long time, and it was still unclear whether they would be able to see each other in the future.
As for causing trouble for him, when Xiao Yuanmu returns to the Xiao family, he will definitely not have the energy to take care of him. By the time he has the energy, he will have already returned to his own world.
"Walk."
Xiao Yuanmu took half a step back, his expression returned to indifference, and his eyes were calm. If Song Xuanhe had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have thought that such a... seductive look would appear on his face that already showed coldness and abstinence.
The company's apartment was very close. When the two arrived downstairs, the moving company they had contacted was already waiting. When they saw Song Xuanhe, they said respectfully, "Mr. Song, our moving company's employees are all here. What is the address of the new home?"
Song Xuanhe looked at Xiao Yuanmu, who glanced at him calmly and said, "Very thorough preparations."
"Just leave two people behind." Xiao Yuanmu looked at the movers, raised his finger, pointed to another building separated from this apartment by a small garden, and said lightly, "The 39th floor."
The decorator turned around and said hesitantly, "You mean, just move from this building to that building, the same floor?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded.
Song Xuanhe had a bad feeling when Xiao Yuanmu pointed to the building next to the apartment. Now that his premonition had come true, he twitched his lips and said sarcastically, "So you are in Building 6? Then we can open the balcony window and see it, right?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
This community is a joint community of villas and high-rise apartments, with the villa area on the east and the high-rise apartments on the west. However, because it is aimed at high-end customers, the facilities and environments of both the villa area and the high-rise apartments are very beautiful. The high-rise apartments are not built cramped to save land area. Instead, there are only two buildings in a row, and each building is separated by a large fountain garden. Because high-rise apartments have one apartment per floor, they all have double balconies. One of the balconies faces the garden and also faces the other building. Although the distance between them is not close, if people from both apartments go up to the balcony, they can still see the people on the opposite side.
Moreover, because Song Xuanhe preferred simple and spacious design, and there was no owner opposite, he did not consider shading measures at the time. The sunlight continued to pour into the room. If someone used a telescope, they could see everything in the living room clearly through the balcony.
There was no way Xiao Yuanmu would use a telescope to look at him. Thinking of this, Song Xuanhe relaxed again.
The decorator saw that the atmosphere between the two did not seem to be the kind of relationship they imagined, and neither of them said when they would move, so he could only ask cautiously: "Mr. Song, then... when is the right time for us to move?"
"Now." Song Xuanhe said, and looked at Xiao Yuanmu: "No objection?"
"Let's move."
After sorting out his things, Song Xuanhe realized that Xiao Yuanmu had very few things in the apartment. If the computer he used for work was not counted, a mover would be enough to help him carry a suitcase, and there was no need for a moving company at all.
The boss of the movers was obviously aware of this situation. He said nervously, "How about this move... just settle the bill based on labor costs?"
When Song Xuan had hired someone, he had mentioned a one-time fee of 50,000. The moving company thought it would be an overall, huge house restoration move, so a small team came. Unexpectedly, only two people were needed, one holding a suitcase and a computer, and they took the elevator down from one side and then took the elevator up to the other side. It was effortless.
With such an easy job at this price, movers would feel guilty accepting it.
"No need." Song Xuanhe said, "You have so many people coming here, it must have delayed our time. We will pay you what you deserve."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Song Xuanhe, but before he looked back, he looked away.
After the movers left, Song Xuanhe took a look at Xiao Yuanmu's gray and white modern-style apartment, which was even more spacious than his. He suddenly felt better and said, "Since we're done moving, I'll leave."
"Do you have anything else to do tonight?" Xiao Yuanmu asked him.
Song Xuanhe answered without hesitation: "Yes."
"What's up?"
"I made an appointment with Zhou Nan and Xiao Shenglin." Song Xuanhe lied without blinking, "Why?"
Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "Next time when you have time, accompany me to the welfare home to see the director."
"OK."
Song Xuanhe agreed readily, because when he heard Xiao Yuanmu's words, a light bulb went off in his head, and he finally understood why Xiao Yuanmu refused to agree to break up even though he clearly didn't like him at all - he was afraid that the dean would worry.
He almost forgot that Xiao Yuanmu still had a soft spot, which meant that he would no longer be as ruthless and unscrupulous as in the books, and that the only connection between him and him was that he was just the director of the welfare home.
Maintaining this meaningless relationship for a short period of time, where they only need to appear in front of the dean together, can bring peace before returning home, which is definitely worth it.
The next day after get off work, Song Xuanhe followed Xiao Yuanmu's instructions and walked to a car with an unfamiliar license plate. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the window rolled down, revealing Xiao Yuanmu's face, "Sit in the front."
Song Xuanhe sat in the passenger seat, took a look at the car that was obviously newly bought, and asked with a surprised expression that was in line with ordinary people: "You said that the house was made with the money you made from stock trading, and the car as well?"
Xiao Yuanmu turned his head, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at him with a smile, as if mocking his poor acting skills.
Song Xuanhe shrugged and asked curiously, "How much did you make from stock trading?"
"Three hundred million."
"Three..." Song Xuanhe laughed twice, "Hahaha, awesome."
He really deserves to be the protagonist of the world. He can make such a huge profit so easily. He remembered that in the book, Xiao Yuanmu only had a capital of 5 million or something, and it became 300 million in such a short time. Even the Wall Street traders are not so awesome.
There was almost no conversation along the way and they soon arrived at the orphanage.
Perhaps Xiao Yuanmu had mentioned that they were back. When Song Xuanhe and he got off the car, the dean was already waiting at the door. Seeing them coming, he smiled kindly and said, "You all have to work. You can come and see us if you have time on weekends. Why bother rushing over after work? It's so tiring."
"We are not tired." Xiao Yuanmu smiled faintly and stepped forward to hold the dean's hand.
The dean took Song Xuanhe with his other hand and said with a smile: "Yuanmu, this kid, forgot Xuanhe when he left. Is he always like this?"
The latter sentence was obviously directed at Song Xuanhe, and Xiao Yuanmu looked over.
"No." Song Xuanhe's eyes curved, the afterglow of the evening shone on his fair face, making him look particularly well-behaved and warm: "It's because I saw you, grandma. If he hadn't walked a step faster, I would have helped you."
The dean's smile deepened immediately. He turned to look at Xiao Yuanmu on his left and said, "Our Xuanhe is really sensible and filial. Yuanmu, you must treat him well. If Xuanhe tells me that you treat him badly, grandma will help him scold you."
Song Xuanhe didn't expect the dean to say that. The smile on his face froze for a moment, and Xiao Yuanmu noticed it. He didn't want to say something he couldn't do, but when he saw his reluctant expression, he opened his mouth and said, "Okay."
The dean looked at Song Xuanhe again and said, "Xuanhe, Yuanmu may look quiet, but he is warm-hearted. You have been with him for such a long time, so you should understand this best. If he does something that makes you unhappy in the future, you should bear with him."
Cold on the outside but warm on the inside, Song Xuanhe sneered, his heart should be colder than his face.
However, facing the gazes of the dean and Xiao Yuanmu, Song Xuanhe smiled gently: "I will tolerate him."
"That's good."
The director held their hands and walked to the middle of a group of young children in the welfare home. He said with a smile, "You two, help me watch over them for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready."
The children here had already had dinner. The meal the dean mentioned was prepared separately for Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe. When she left, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu were left staring at each other.
The atmosphere was very quiet.
Song Xuanhe was stunned. When he came here just now, it was noisy here. It was usually lively when the children were together. Why was it so quiet now?
A skinny little boy tugged at the corner of Song Xuanhe's clothes. Seeing Song Xuanhe lower his head, he raised his head and said timidly, "Brother, do you want to play here?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at the little kids who were all gathered around his legs. The shortest distance from Xiao Yuanmu was two meters. He finally asked what he wanted to ask when he came to the welfare home for the second time: "What did you do to make these kids so scared of you?"
Xiao Yuanmu sat on a bench beside him, not even looking at him, his eyes fixed on the distance.
Just as Song Xuanhe was about to follow his gaze, Xiao Yuanmu had already retracted his gaze and said lightly, "I don't know."
"elder brother……"
Song Xuanhe lowered his head again and saw the little kid pulling at the corner of his clothes. He squatted down and asked, "How old are you?"
"Six."
Song Xuanhe was stunned. Seeing his thin appearance, he thought he was only four or five years old.
Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "He has a congenital heart disease and grows slower than ordinary people."
When the little boy heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice, he was so scared that he shrank to Song Xuanhe's side and hugged Song Xuanhe's neck directly, as if Xiao Yuanmu would eat him if he said one more word.
Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his gaze indifferently, lowered his eyelids slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of self-mockery at the corners of his lips.
"Brother..." The little boy lay on Song Xuanhe's shoulder and whispered, "Brother Yuanmu, is he very fierce?"
Song Xuanhe subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yuanmu. Xiao Yuanmu's gaze was once again far away, and he seemed not to have heard what the little boy said.
"He is very fierce." Song Xuanhe nodded seriously. The other children who were listening with their ears pricked up were startled and moved closer to Song Xuanhe again.
"But Brother Yuanmu is fierce to protect you and the director." Song Xuanhe continued: "If he wasn't fierce, the welfare home would be destroyed by bad guys, and you would have no home."
The little boy blinked and looked at Xiao Yuanmu cautiously. When he saw him looking at him, he shrank back in fear and said tremblingly, "Really? But Brother Liang said that Brother Yuanmu is very bad. He bullies children and even kills puppies."
Song Xuanhe paused while rubbing the little boy's head, but kept smiling: "Who is Brother Liang? Where is he?"
"He has left the orphanage." A little girl said, "Brother Liang was the one who took care of us before. But Brother Yuanmu wanted to go to college, and the director's grandmother's money could only allow Brother Yuanmu to go to school, not Brother Liang, so he had to leave. He said he wanted to go out and make money."
"That's what Brother Liang said?"
The children nodded: "Yes!"
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips slightly and put away his smile: "He is lying."
The children opened their eyes wide, and Song Xuanhe said, "Xiao Yuanmu has a scholarship to go to college. The school will give him money, so don't use the dean's grandmother's money. So whether he goes to college or not has nothing to do with Xiao Yuanmu."
An older little girl puffed up her face when she heard this: "You are the liar! I saw the dead puppy, it was so pitiful! It was Brother Yuanmu who was holding it before, and it was Brother Yuanmu who killed it. And Brother Liang couldn't go to school because of Brother Yuanmu! You are a big liar!"
After the little girl finished speaking, she picked up a stone and threw it at Song Xuanhe. Song Xuanhe was holding the little boy with congenital heart disease in his arms. If he dodged and rolled to avoid the stone, the stone would not hit the little boy but would scare him. It would be okay to scare other children, but he didn't know how serious this child's condition was and he absolutely could not take any risks.
Song Xuanhe changed his posture and held the little boy in his arms, raising his hand to cover the back of the boy's head.
The stone is not small and the bruise will probably last for a few days. I just hope the girl is less strong.
This was Song Xuanhe's only thought when he heard the sound of stone breaking through the air.
However, the stone did not hit him, and there was no sound. Song Xuanhe frowned and looked up, and saw that Xiao Yuanmu's hand was just beside his head, grabbing the stone.
"Apologize." Xiao Yuanmu looked at the little girl coldly, not letting up his coldness in the slightest, his tone was so cold that it was almost terrifying: "Within three seconds, or this stone will hit you on the head."
The little girl was so scared that her eyes turned red instantly, and the other children were so scared that they hid away.
Song Xuanhe stood up and was a little surprised when he saw Xiao Yuanmu's frighteningly cold expression, but when his eyes fell on his scratched hand, his jaw tensed.
"Come with me and bandage your wound."
Xiao Yuanmu stood still, a storm seemed to gather in his eyes. He raised the hand holding the stone and said in a cold voice: "The last second."
"I'm sorry!" The little girl screamed in fear and ran away, fearing that Xiao Yuanmu would really grab a stone and hit her.
Song Xuanhe let go of the little boy in his arms, took the stone from Xiao Yuanmu's hand, threw it aside, and said with pursed lips: "Thank you."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him indifferently, withdrew his hand, turned around and left.
Song Xuanhe raised his leg and tried to catch up, but the little boy who had the heart attack just now grabbed his foot. A blush appeared on his face, perhaps because of shock, and he whispered, "Brother."
"What's wrong?" Song Xuanhe glanced at the direction where Xiao Yuanmu left and squatted down.
"I believe Brother Yuanmu is a good person." The little boy blinked and said, "Brother is also a good person, and the Dean's grandmother is also a good person."
Song Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's fine if your brother Yuanmu and the dean's grandmother are good people, but this is the first time you and I have met, how do you know if I am a good person or not."
"You are." The little boy looked at him stubbornly, then hooked his neck and whispered, "I want to tell you a secret."
"What secret?" Song Xuanhe asked with a smile.
"Brother Yuanmu didn't kill the puppy." The little boy whispered in his ear, "Brother Liang killed the puppy. I saw it. Brother Yuanmu liked puppies, so Brother Liang killed the puppy."
Song Xuan and Tong Ren were certain. Although he originally believed that Xiao Yuanmu was not the kind of person who would kill a dog out of boredom, he didn't know why he felt a little uncomfortable when he heard a little boy tell him the truth that was too cruel for his age in such a low and calm voice.
The little boy let go of Song Xuanhe and said timidly but matter-of-factly, "But no one will believe Brother Yuanmu, because on the day the puppy died, Brother Yuanmu had a lot of blood on his body."
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