Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Lan Jiahui subconsciously turned her head to look at Song Qinghui in the driver's seat and joked.

"Mr. Song, when did you get a girlfriend? You kept it a secret so well, we didn't hear a word about it."

Song Qinghui smiled as he started the car, looking ahead and responding calmly.

"The company is just starting out, how can I have time to date?"

Lan Jiahui picked up the cherry hair clip from the car door and asked him.

"Wasn't this left by your girlfriend?"

Although Lu Xingci also had a hair clip, Lan Jiahui was certain that the one in the car did not belong to Lu Xingci.

She would never guess that Lu Xingci was Song Qinghui's girlfriend.

Firstly, the two of them usually kept to themselves and did business, and rarely even had time to date or hitch a ride.

Secondly, if Song Qinghui really was dating Lu Xingci, why would he be so strict with her on a daily basis?

They would certainly not allow her to resign and let someone else take her place.

What boyfriend would treat his girlfriend like that?!

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng, who was sitting in the back row, looked up and glanced at the person, exchanging a few pleasantries.

"President Song is so lucky."

As he spoke, he looked down and sent a message to a friend whose contact name was Shen.

I've arrived in Beijing; Song Qinghui came to pick me up.

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghui smiled gently, her lips curving into a smile.

"It's not from my girlfriend, it's something my cousin left behind. I guess she left it when she was in my car a few days ago."

Lan Jiahui said "Oh" and put the hair clip back into the car door drawer.

"I see."

A hint of joy welled up in my heart.

The topic of conversation among everyone is Song Qinghui.

He is handsome and refined, and also a gentleman and gentleman.

He is also very generous to his employees, often treating them to afternoon tea and late-night snacks.

Even without any holiday or reason, he would readily agree to treat others to a meal.

Whether it's her looks, her personal charm, or her family background, she is the ideal type.

Lan Jiahui is only 24 years old this year. It is only natural that she would yearn for such a high-quality man.

She had previously thought Lu Xingci would be a formidable competitor.

With her outstanding looks and talent, if she's interested in President Song, then no one else has a chance.

But now, Lu Xingci has resigned and is leaving.

Lan Jiahui felt that she had hope again.

Inside the private room.

Song Qinghui took the menu and handed it to Chen Zheng.

"Does Mr. Chen have any dietary restrictions?"

Chen Zheng stood up. "I'm going to the restroom. Mr. Song, please keep an eye on things. I don't have any dietary restrictions."

Song Qinghui got up, intending to accompany him, but Chen Zheng reached out and patted his shoulder.

Song Qinghui had no choice but to sit back down.

Qin's Private Kitchen is a membership-based restaurant; non-members cannot book a table even if they have the money.

Song Qinghui was only able to book a private room a week ago thanks to his relationship with the Shen family.

Qin's Private Kitchen is decorated in a classic style, with a covered corridor in the inner courtyard and a perpetually flowing stream.

Emerald green lotus leaves and delicate pink lotus flowers float on the stream, and a small stone arch bridge spans the stream.

The surrounding area was shrouded in white mist, making it feel like a fairyland.

As Chen Zheng walked out of the private room and through the corridor, he saw Shen Yu walking towards him from afar.

He was about to bend down to greet him, but before he could even utter the words "President Shen," he was still in the middle of bowing.

Shen Yu walked behind Lu Xingci, put his index finger to his lips, and gestured for him to be quiet.

Chen Zheng immediately understood, looked away, and brushed past the two.

Lu Xingci turned around in surprise and glanced at Shen Yu.

"Do you know that person?"

Why did I keep feeling that the person's gaze was fixed on her and Shen Yu, as if he wanted to say something, but then stopped?

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Maybe it's because I'm too handsome?"

Lu Xingci rolled her eyes at him, feeling that her question was unnecessary.

"After you've eaten this meal, don't bother me again."

After she came out of the hospital with the medicine applied, Shen Yu lent her a wheelchair.

Originally intending to go home, Shen Yu actually drove directly to Qin's Private Kitchen.

He said, "Since you want to distance yourself from me so much, then let's spend the 13,000 you transferred to me last time together."

How about we treat this as a farewell dinner?

Lu Xingci liked the phrase "farewell dinner".

Although she didn't want to have dinner with Shen Yu, she thought that they would go their separate ways afterward and she wouldn't be bothered by him anymore.

We can tolerate this for a while.

Shen Yu gripped the handle of the wheelchair and raised a slight eyebrow upon hearing this.

"OK."

Weird.

Lu Xingci was pushed into a private room by Shen Yu, and a waitress wearing a light blue cheongsam came forward.

She had a pouch hanging from her waist, with the words "Manager, Xia He" written on it.

I had only heard that Qin's Private Kitchen had a unique style, but I had never had the chance to come in.

Seeing it with my own eyes now, I can't help but sigh in my heart, the world of the rich is indeed wonderful.

Even the waiters' attire and demeanor are different.

"Look, what would you like to eat?"

Shen Yu handed her the menu.

Lu Xingci didn't know how to order, so he left the task of ordering to Shen Yu.

Then my gaze fell on the waitress's cheongsam and her hair accessories.

I couldn't help but think to myself, Chinese style elements have made a comeback in recent years.

Various cheongsams and horse-face skirts are generating a lot of discussion online.

If you were to create a Chinese-style theme, you could blend Chinese elements with modern clothing.

The market response should be positive.

The next second, Shen Yu leaned closer, his magnetic voice brushing against my ear.

"What, you've got your eye on the manager?"

Lu Xingci glared at him and pushed him away.

"Stay away from me; men and women shouldn't touch each other."

Shen Yu was speechless.

"Tsk tsk tsk, now you know men and women shouldn't touch each other. That night when you sat on me... ugh!"

Lu Xingci truly hated Shen Yu's mouth.

They often speak without considering the occasion or the seriousness of the matter.

She covered Shen Yu's mouth tightly, then turned her head and looked at the manager with a radiant smile.

"This is troublesome, but we'll take these."

The manager smiled and nodded, then left the private room with the menu.

As soon as the door closed, Lu Xingci immediately changed his demeanor.

He glared fiercely at Shen Yu.

"Can you please stop talking nonsense? You may not care about your reputation, but I do."

Shen Yu shrugged, looking nonchalant and roguish.

"I'm telling the truth, you really did sit on my lap that day..."

Seeing that Lu Xingci was about to leave in his wheelchair, Shen Yu quickly stopped talking and got up to stop the wheelchair.

"Okay, okay, I won't say you rode me, alright?"

Lu Xingci was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth. This was supposed to be called not talking?

It's clearly just a way of repeating the same thing under the guise of an apology!

Damn it, why didn't I control myself back then?

but……

Thinking of Shen Yu's great figure—slim when dressed, muscular when undressed, and firm, strong abs.

Lu Xingci felt a surge of restlessness.

She picked up the tea on the table and gulped down the whole cup.

"I'm going to the restroom."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and pointed at Shen Yu.

"Don't follow me!"

Shen Yu froze.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Lu Xingci rolled her eyes at him and maneuvered her electric wheelchair out of the private room.

Fortunately, the private room wasn't too far from the restroom on the floor.

She left the private room and walked through a glass corridor filled with climbing roses to reach the restroom.

After using the restroom, she stayed under the rose pergola and took a picture with her phone.

A deep male voice came from not far away.

"Lu Xingci?"