Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Shen Yu,

He has always acted in a high-profile manner and is used to being unrestrained.

Lu Xingci was absolutely certain that if she didn't do as he wished, he might actually kiss her right there and then.

After a brief moment of thought, Lu Xingci reluctantly made a choice.

She raised her hands, her eyes clear and bright, like peeled lychees.

When the upper and lower eyelashes blink, they resemble butterfly wings.

His voice was low, as if he was having difficulty speaking.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

Fortunately, there wasn't a long way to go, so no one should see him.

Lu Xingci comforted himself in this way.

Seeing her embarrassed and helpless expression, Shen Yu felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

He forced a smile, coughed lightly, and lowered his voice.

"It's no trouble at all."

After saying that, he bent down, put his arms around Lu Xingci's back and the back of his legs, and picked him up horizontally.

Lu Xingci was suddenly lifted into the air, and only then did he recover from his embarrassment.

She struggled for a moment, then questioned him, both ashamed and angry.

"Shen Yu, didn't you say you'd memorize it?"

Shen Yu is tall and has long legs, making him stand out in a crowd.

At this moment, he was also holding a stunningly beautiful woman in such an eye-catching manner.

This naturally attracted more attention and discussion.

He held his head high, seemingly oblivious to the stares around him.

"When you raised your hand just now, didn't you mean you wanted to hug me? Did I misunderstand?"

Lu Xingci frowned, wanting to argue.

But everyone around them was watching, so she quickly buried her head in Shen Yu's arms.

He cursed at him in a muffled voice.

"You're a complete bastard!"

Shen Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, a smile curving his lips.

He lowered his head and moved closer to the person in his arms.

Teasing her with whispers that only the two of them could hear.

"I like to hear you scold me a few more times."

Lu Xingci lifted her eyelids and glared at him.

"abnormal!"

Shen Yu casually raised his eyebrows, his voice deep and magnetic, drawing out a long tone.

"I have even more twisted moments, do you want to see them?"

Lu Xingci buried his face in his chest.

"In no mood."

Damn it, how could I have fallen for his trick!

Shen Yu carried Lu Xingci all the way to the parking lot.

As they entered the parking lot from Exit 1, Song Qinghui and his group entered the station from Exit 3.

Song Qinghui wore a black double-breasted suit, his posture was upright, and his steps were hurried.

Following behind was Lan Jiahui, the head of the company's Design Department One.

The two of them came to the high-speed rail station today to pick someone up.

But as soon as she stepped inside, Lan Jiahui paused and stepped back out.

She turned around and looked in the direction of Exit 1, frowning as she stared at the man's back.

Earlier, Song Qinghui had been explaining work-related matters as they walked.

Receiving no response, he stopped, turned around, and asked a question.

"What's wrong?"

Lan Jiahui looked away, but pointed her hand in another direction.

"I think I just saw Sister Xingci."

Song Qinghui frowned. "Lu Xingci?"

Lan Jiahui nodded. "Yes, I just caught a glimpse of her, and it looked like her."

Song Qinghui took a hurried step back.

The next second, remembering what his mother had said, he silently put it back.

My mother once said that you shouldn't be too proactive with women, otherwise they'll take advantage of you.

This is also why Lu Xingci dared to threaten him with her resignation; he had spoiled her too much in the past.

"She's on annual leave, probably preparing to go on vacation."

After saying that, Song Qinghui turned around and strode towards the exit.

Once she's gone out for a while and her anger has subsided, she'll naturally come back to me.

Lan Jiahui looked back again; it was a Porsche.

The man looked tall and handsome, like a movie star.

No wonder Lu Xingci resigned from her well-deserved position as head of the design department; she's got a rich second-generation boyfriend.

Lan Jiahui couldn't help but feel envious.

Song Qinghui stood at the exit to greet someone. Watching the passersby, he suddenly remembered his first business trip with Lu Xingci.

It was during the Chinese New Year, and there were only the two of them in the company.

He asked Lu Xingci to book the tickets, and Lu Xingci ended up buying two high-speed rail tickets.

That was Song Qinghui's first and only time taking the high-speed rail.

Although the journey was only an hour and a half, Song Qinghui felt as if the days were dragging on forever.

The entire carriage reeked of the poverty emanating from the poor, making him very uncomfortable.

I even threw up when I got off the bus.

Even though more than two years have passed, Song Qinghui still remembers it vividly.

Just as his mother said, he and Lu Xingci were from two different worlds. Forcing them to be together would only make them both miserable.

Lu Xingci couldn't accept his rich second-generation friends who he had grown up with.

He couldn't bring himself to accommodate her mundane and boring life as a poor person.

Sighing inwardly, Song Qinghui turned her head and reminded Lan Jiahui of the precautions to take after seeing the business partner.

At 3 p.m., a man wearing a black trench coat walked out of the station exit.

Seeing this, Song Qinghui stepped forward with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, welcome to Beijing. I am Song Qinghui from JL Apparel."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng smiled, extended his hand, and exchanged pleasantries.

"I am honored that President Song came to pick me up personally."

"It is an honor for JL to have the opportunity to cooperate with Jiuli Trading this time."

"It is my honor, Song Qinghui, to be here to meet you and to learn from Mr. Chen."

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Qinghui stepped aside and introduced Lan Jiahui to Chen Zheng.

"This is Lan Jiahui, the head of our Design Department One."

She's a very talented designer; many of JL Apparel's best-selling items are her creations.

Lan Jiahui smiled and extended her hand, "Hello, Mr. Chen."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng did not immediately reach out in response.

Instead, he looked Lan Jiahui up and down through his brown-tinted glasses, then turned to ask Song Qinghui.

"I remember JL Apparel has a designer surnamed Lu, right?"

I've heard she's very talented, and I was hoping to meet her this time.

Lan Jiahui subconsciously looked at Song Qinghui.

The latter, however, showed a fleeting hint of embarrassment before quickly regaining control of her expression.

"You mean designer Lu Xingci?"

Unfortunately, she's currently on her annual leave, apparently on vacation.

A look of regret flashed across Chen Zheng's face.

"That's certainly unfortunate."

"Yes, but we have a long way to go in our cooperation, and there will be many more opportunities in the future."

Having said that, Song Qinghui turned to the side.

"I've prepared some wine at Qin's Private Kitchen. Please, Mr. Chen, come over so we can eat and chat."

Chen Zheng nodded with a smile.

"Mr. Song, you've gone to so much trouble. I'll gladly accept your offer."

Song Qinghui was enthusiastic and attentive throughout, as if afraid of offending this god of wealth.

It's important to know that Jiuli Commerce has a presence in cities large and small across the country. Once a partnership is established, JL Apparel's brand influence and sales will reach a new level.

After Chen Zheng got into the car, he sat in the back seat.

Just as Song Qinghui was about to open the back seat and get in, he thought he would take advantage of the time on the road to finalize the cooperation details.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zheng politely declined with a smile.

"Excuse me, Mr. Song, I have some work-related matters that I need to handle via my phone."

That means it's inconvenient for you to sit next to me.

Song Qinghui didn't mind, smiled and nodded, and opened the driver's side door.

Lan Jiahui naturally sat in the passenger seat.

Just as she sat down and turned to pull her seatbelt, she caught a glimpse of a cherry hair clip in the car door drawer.

This hair clip looks familiar; I think I saw Lu Xingci wear it before. Back then, a lot of people in the company said it was cute.