Chapter 65 "Why are you so clingy, hmm?"...
The force from his forearm felt like a steel clamp, almost crushing his forearm bone. Ying Shixue slapped his wrist bone with a sharp blow. Cha Maodian felt numbness from his thumb to his fingers and instinctively let go. The two separated, and Ying Shixue let her aching forearm hang down naturally, standing there and coldly watching him.
His hair was really black, and his complexion was becoming increasingly pale. Although he was not as tall as Cha Maodian, he had a slightly raised chin, his eyebrows turned towards his temples, and his eyelids drooped slightly. It was a posture that he was very used to looking down and accepting others looking up at him.
But this was even stranger... Cha Maodian was completely oblivious to Ying Shixue's overly cold expression. His mind was buzzing with that one glance. He was absolutely certain he hadn't misread it, but who was it? Who could bring this icy beauty down from her pedestal and leave such an ambiguous mark? Did Xi Bojian know about this? Did anyone else know?
Why did Ying Shixue let that person be so intimate with him? Was there really any affection involved? He dismissed the thought as soon as it came to mind, so quickly that it didn't seem like it was mixed with personal feelings. At least, based on his observations over the past few years, no one had ever been able to truly get close to him.
Could it be an exchange of benefits? But Ying Shixue is already at the top. Who could make him willingly bow his head, expose his fair and delicate nape, and let his canine teeth pierce deep and leave bright red teeth marks?
An indescribable, inexplicable anger and jealousy, like a venomous snake, licked up his heart, threatening to split him in two in an instant. Cha Maodian clenched his teeth, his jaw grinding from the force, his eyes fixed on the small patch of skin that was hidden. If vision had an energy substance, it would probably have been burned through.
Just as he was about to finally voice his question, a commotion suddenly broke out in the center of the banquet hall in the distance.
Ying Shixue subconsciously looked in that direction, and soon he understood the reason for the commotion—the host of the banquet was about to come out.
Cha Maodian suddenly snapped out of his daze, looking at his hand, which he had almost touched again, with cold sweat dripping down his face. A flash of fear and horror crossed his eyes.
Approaching thirty, he had long since mastered the art of knowing what to say and what not to say in social situations. Even though his methods had never worked on Ying Shixue, he still vaguely sensed that once certain words were spoken, even their superficial relationship would crumble...
In just half a minute, a crowd had gathered near the high platform in the center of the hall. Ying Shixue casually placed her wine glass on a tray held by a waiter and quietly slipped into the crowd.
Under the colorful lights from above, the host, standing tall and straight, delivered his final introduction and remarks in a full-bodied and enthusiastic voice.
"...Now, please allow me to introduce the host of this banquet, Mr. Mo Wenmo, the general manager of NX!"
The curtain slowly rose, and a tall, handsome man in a well-tailored black suit walked up from the side stage. The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a murmur of discussion.
Countless curious and astonished gazes swept toward the stage. The general manager had features that were somewhat exotic and deep, with brown pupils and a lingering, ruthless air about him. In addition to his extraordinary appearance, what was even more surprising was that he was actually very young, probably only thirty-three to thirty-five years old.
Such a person standing on the stage is very intimidating. He took the microphone, smiled slightly, and surprisingly showed a bit of politeness and composure: "Distinguished guests, friends, good evening."
The opening remarks were appropriate yet not lengthy. The routine introductions and exchanges kept everyone engaged. In fact, everyone had long been curious about this group that seemed to have risen from nothing. If they could make connections, they would all reach new heights. At that moment, everyone listened attentively, while mentally calculating how to get a share and maximize their own benefits.
As the cue card turned a page, Mo Wen finally got to the main point of the banquet, which was also the issue everyone was most concerned about: "As you can see, NX has always been committed to being a company that is both powerful and warm. We started out as a venture capital firm, but real industry is also a crucial cornerstone of NX. There is still a vast market both inside and outside the region. I also have half of the same blood in my veins. If we can contribute our modest efforts to building a bridge between inside and outside the region, it would be an immense honor for both me and NX."
"To demonstrate our sincerity, NX is willing to make the initial investment—"
When the final number was announced, the entire audience erupted in cheers. Doubt and fervor flashed across everyone's eyes at the same time. Even though they already knew that NX did intend to shift its focus to the domestic market and that its first move would be substantial, this was still an astronomical figure. Even those who were used to being obsessed with money and luxury couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
After dropping this bombshell, Mo Wen smiled and waited quietly for a moment: "Today, a shared goal and vision have brought us together. We don't want to steal from others, but rather to work together to make the company bigger and stronger, paving the way for a glorious future five, ten, or even twenty or thirty years from now! NX will open its doors and sincerely welcome every friend who has come from afar..."
What followed was another string of polite and formal remarks. The difference was that those who had initially harbored doubts were now reassured and began to whisper among themselves.
The latter half of the banquet reached a new climax. Although the initial purpose of the banquet was to make friends and build relationships, the real topic was making money. Even as the banquet was about to end, many people were still exchanging drinks.
It was already quite chilly late at night. Ying Shixue excused herself from her business partners and declined their invitation to further discussions. After leaving through the main gate, she didn't rush off but instead lingered quietly in the garden along the path.
He didn't know when Song Mingli had purchased this place, and it was his first time here. It was built intricately and ornately, like a maze, and he almost got lost when he came down.
Only some of the flowers and plants are in bloom this season, and their branches and leaves are neatly trimmed, showing that someone is usually responsible for taking care of them.
Moisture had already condensed on the petals, and the moonlight was as bright and beautiful as silk. Ying Shixue, as if possessed, wanted to reach out and touch them, but suddenly a voice came from behind her: "Mr. Ying".
Ying Shixue turned around, and Mo Wen was standing about two meters away from him.
This was actually the first time the two had met while he was sober. The lingering memories in his mind made him vaguely remember that this was one of the people who had arrived later at the bar that night. He cautiously withdrew his hand and nodded politely to him: "Mr. Mo."
Mo Wen had long been incredibly curious about the person who had haunted his boss's dreams for over seven years. Initially, Mo Wen was the leader of a small local gang. Although his name contained the character "文" (wen, meaning literature), his personality was completely different from that of a "文".
His biological father died early, and his biological mother later passed away from a serious illness. He barely managed to get a diploma and then entered society. He made a name for himself on his own. You can't get ahead in that kind of place without being tough and ruthless, which is why he still has a bit of a bandit look in his eyes.
At first, he was unconvinced when his business failed and was acquired by Song Mingli. However, after several business battles, he was completely convinced of Song Mingli's superiority and willingly accepted him as his boss.
Although it's unclear why Song Mingli was unwilling to appear in public and instead wanted him to act as his representative, I only vaguely know that it's related to a certain incident within the region. Also, this is the person who rushed back after the boss's years-long planning and operation had yielded results, having just completely absorbed and suppressed several forces in that area, making them absolutely undisputed.
He gazed at the youth, who seemed more enchanting and captivating than the surrounding flowers under the moonlight, and recited the name with great interest.
The snow should be wiped away.
NX
Nianxue.
He actually believed Song Mingli's nonsense back then, like N symbolizing infinity and X symbolizing uncertainty, and that together they meant the company's journey to the stars and its unlimited future, etc. Now it seems he was just thinking about his sweetheart when he chose the name!
However, he only dared to think these words to himself and never dared to say them to anyone's face.
At this moment, Mo Wen still coughed lightly, maintaining a composed demeanor, and handed over the brand-new suit jacket that he had draped over his arm at the beginning: "President Song is currently in a video conference. It's late and the dew is heavy. If you want to get some fresh air outside, you can drape this over your shoulders to avoid catching a cold."
Ying Shixue politely accepted it, saying, "Thank you."
He was indeed a little cold, and felt much better after putting on a coat. In the dead of night, the wind was cold and all was quiet. The still chilly wind blew up a corner of his coat. Ying Shixue tucked the wind-blown strands of hair behind his ear and said to Shenmo, "I'll go up first."
Mo Wen quickly agreed and watched him leave and go upstairs.
The manor was very large, so it was impossible for it to have only one house. He guessed in his mind that Song Mingli's house was probably one of these buildings. The other party had only told him not to leave after the banquet, as it was too late and it was not safe to stay there.
After wandering aimlessly for a while, I finally decided to go to the place that seemed to be the most likely one, as mentioned before.
Actually, it wouldn't matter if he went the wrong way. Ying Shixue wasn't too afraid of getting lost, since he had Song Mingli's miniature high-precision locator among the things he was carrying.
He'll always find his way.
Ancient oil paintings and murals are inlaid on the walls, and candlesticks for lighting are hung every few meters along the walls.
The flickering, dim candlelight makes walking down the long corridor feel like stepping back centuries into a very romantic era.
He knew that it wasn't a real candlestick; the candlelight wouldn't flicker and go out with a gust of wind, but was a small, eternally burning candle-shaped lamp.
As if sensing something in the darkness, a carved, heavy door was slowly pushed open.
A tall, imposing man walked out, his handsome face resembling that of a nobleman from the last century.
Ying Shixue stood still, and Song Mingli smiled and waved to her: "Xiaoxue, come here."
They stopped walking and started walking again, faster and faster, until they almost fell into each other's arms.
Song Mingli caught him steadily.
He leaned slightly forward, supporting the back of the person's knees, and with a natural effort, lifted the person up in his arms.
Ying Shixue wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her upper body against him.
The heavy, carved wooden door was opened and closed again. Inside, the large bed was comfortable and soft, and the wood burning on the fireplace made a soft crackling sound, warm and comforting.
Song Mingli sat on the large bed, embracing the boy so that he sat on his lap, and gently kissed the tip of his nose.
"Why are you so clingy, hmm?"
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