Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Upon seeing Shen Yu, Song Qinghui's face showed obvious surprise.

It wasn't that I was surprised that Shen Yu happened to be there, but rather that I was struck by his affectionate and warm address.

The Song family and the Shen family were vastly different in status and strength. In addition, Shen Yu had always held a grudge against what happened back then and had never liked the Shen family.

Over the years, if it weren't for my aunt's deep sisterly affection and her loving care for me, I would have been fine.

Given Shen Yu's personality, let alone calling him "brother," he would most likely retaliate and make the Song family disappear completely from Beijing.

Even now, when I meet him, he is still so enthusiastic.

Song Qinghui guessed that his aunt must have asked him to come and help him.

Although Song Qinghui also looked down on Shen Yu, a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid.

However, letting Jiuli Trading know that it has a close relationship with the Shen family would be entirely beneficial to it.

Upon hearing this, he concealed the surprise in his eyes, smiled, and stepped forward as if they were old acquaintances.

"Yes, I'm having dinner with Mr. Chen from Jiuli Trading. What about you? Alone?"

Looking behind him, there was no one there.

Song Qinghui was suspicious; this was nothing like Shen Yu's usual style.

He always invites friends and acquaintances to meals and drinks, attracting attention whenever he does so.

Why am I all alone here today?

Shen Yu glanced at Lu Xingci at the door, who was preparing to escape, and raised his voice slightly, speaking with a pointed tone.

"She came with a friend, but she left early when she saw her boyfriend."

Based on Song Qinghui's understanding of Shen Yu, he was not surprised at all that Shen Yu would steal someone else's partner.

But Mr. Chen from Jiuli Trading was still there, and considering the impact, he raised his hand and patted Shen Yu on the shoulder.

"Don't joke around."

After saying that, he turned around with a smile and introduced him to General Manager Chen.

"Mr. Chen, this is my cousin, Shen Yu."

Chen Zheng adjusted his brown-tinted glasses, putting on a very professional air.

"Surname Shen, could you be from the Shen family in Beijing?"

Upon hearing this, a smug glint flashed in Song Qinghui's eyes.

"That's right, my uncle is the current third-generation successor of the Shen family, Shen Yunting."

Song Qinghui turned around, about to introduce Shen Yu.

But when she turned around, she found that Shen Yu had already disappeared.

Looking towards the doorway, he was holding onto the handle of Lu Xingci's wheelchair, bending down very close to Lu Xingci, and the two were talking about something.

Song Qinghui frowned deeply. When did the two of them get so close?

Could it be that the person who brought her in was Shen Yu?

The moment the idea crossed Song Qinghui's mind, he knew it was impossible.

After all, Lu Xingci could never aspire to marry into a top-tier wealthy family like Shen Yu.

He waved his hand and instructed Lan Jiahui, who was standing beside him.

"Go and invite Designer Lu over. President Chen really admires her talent."

I was praising her the whole time we were eating, and I'm really looking forward to meeting her.

Upon hearing Song Qinghui's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes.

He had seen President Shen with the girl in the wheelchair in the corridor earlier.

Although she is exquisitely beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven, her disability confining her to a wheelchair is heartbreaking.

Upon learning that she was Lu Xingci, Chen Zheng instantly understood.

He had seen Lu Xingci's design drafts; she was indeed an outstanding designer with exceptional design talent and inspiration.

With such talent and ability, even confined to a wheelchair, she would surpass those models and socialites.

No wonder President Shen was so concerned and went so far as to send JL such a big cake.

Lu Xingci didn't want to stay a moment longer, but Shen Yu was like a venomous snake; once he got entangled, he couldn't get rid of him.

Lan Jiahui came up to her and nodded.

"Go ahead, Mr. Chen from Jiuli Trading has been praising your designs and admires you very much."

Lu Xingci understood what she meant.

That's General Manager Chen from Jiuli Trading. He appreciates her talent, and it might be a good place for her after leaving JL.

Regardless of whether the cooperation with Jiang Wenzhao will succeed, even if they do start a business together, Jiuli Trading will be a strong partner.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xingci nodded, turned his wheelchair, and followed Lan Jiahui to Chen Zheng.

Just as Chen Zheng was about to squat down to greet him, Lu Xingci stood up from his wheelchair.

Her smile was radiant, like a blooming flower, her whole being glowing.

"Mr. Chen, I've heard so much about you. I'm Lu Xingci."

Chen Zheng's eyes widened for a moment, then fell on her slightly swollen ankle wrapped in bandages.

With a knowing smile, he reached out and clasped hands with Lu Xingci in mid-air.

"I only knew that designer Lu was very talented before, but I didn't expect him to be so good-looking in person."

Lu Xingci thanked him with a smile and chatted with Chen Zheng for a while in the tea room in the lobby on the first floor.

They exchanged contact information as they got up to leave.

Seeing the two chatting so happily, Song Qinghui was secretly delighted. This cooperation with Jiuli Trading should be a success.

The look in her eyes when she looked at Lu Xingci had become more appreciative.

She is indeed very capable; if he had a better background, he would definitely have married her.

"Alright, Mr. Song, don't bother seeing me off. I have some personal matters to attend to and need to meet a friend. Let's part ways here."

Song Qinghui nodded.

"Shall I have someone pick you up from the hotel tomorrow and bring you to the company? We can discuss the details of what we talked about before in another meeting."

After watching Chen Zheng leave, Song Qinghui, along with Lan Jiahui, pushed Lu Xingci to the parking lot.

Shen Yu had received a phone call and left earlier.

Before leaving, she forced Lu Xingci to add her back as a friend.

He said that if he didn't comply, he would immediately show Song Qinghui the teeth marks on his chest.

mean!

"Jiahui, you should sit in the back. She has difficulty walking, so the front passenger seat will be more spacious and comfortable for her."

Fearing that Lan Jiahui might become suspicious, Song Qinghui added a further explanation.

Lu Xingci couldn't help but let out a silent, cold laugh.

Song Qinghui noticed that smile, but considering that she had just helped him secure the cooperation, he didn't take it seriously.

Song Qinghui decided to let bygones be bygones for her little quirk.

He opened the passenger door and asked her in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to carry you?"

Lu Xingci knew what he was like in front of outsiders. She raised her head, opened her arms, and deliberately made things difficult for her.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Song."

Sure enough, although Song Qinghui was considerate in words, he was afraid that people would guess their relationship if he actually let him hug him.

He coughed lightly and said in a low voice.

"Be good, let's go back and hug."

Lu Xingci scoffed and sat down.

In the past, she would have felt wronged and sad, but then she would have been considerate and tolerant of all his choices.

But now, Lu Xingci doesn't care at all; she only feels that he is hypocritical and despises his sanctimonious appearance.

Although she was annoyed by Song Qinghui's hypocrisy, she was also fed up with him always putting her first and prioritizing her over everything else.

But since we'll still be working in this industry, meeting up is inevitable.

Lu Xingci didn't want things to get too ugly with Song Qinghui; a peaceful breakup would be the ideal outcome.

Just then, Song Qinghui also had something to say to Lu Xingci.

So we took a detour and delivered Lan Jiahui first.

After getting out of the car, Lan Jiahui stood at the entrance of the residential area, looking at Song Qinghui's car with a puzzled expression and scratching her head.

What's going on? There's something strange about the atmosphere between President Song and Sister Xingci.

It's like... a couple arguing and giving each other the silent treatment?