Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Xu Zhiwei became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke.

They even started fantasizing about the scene where Lu Xingci marries Shen Yu, meets Song Qinghui, and gets slapped in the face by his mother.

"Let me tell you, I've read no less than ten novels like this in the past month."

Just do as I say, and make Song Qinghui regret it deeply.

If he doesn't appreciate such a wonderful girl like you, someone else will.

And his mother, she's always saying you're trying to climb the social ladder. She'll be crying when you become Mrs. Shen.

Who cares about the Song family? They're not even worthy to carry your shoes!

"Only the most beautiful young mistress in the capital is worthy of our precious Xingci."

After ordering his food, Jiang Wenzhao went outside to answer a phone call.

He returned to his seat just in time to hear Xu Zhiwei's words and asked curiously.

"What 'First Young Mistress'? What short drama have you become obsessed with this time?"

Xu Zhiwei rolled her eyes at him.

"You don't understand."

Lu Xingci smiled and patted her hand.

"Okay, you actually took what was just a joke seriously."

Come on, let's celebrate the successful launch of our Wanxing Apparel line and the upcoming return of our strong businesswoman, Vivi! Tonight, let's drink until we drop!

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhiwei immediately put down the cup she had raised.

"If you say that, I've lost my appetite."

Jiang Wenzhao joked with a smile.

"That's perfect, it'll save me a lot of money."

Xu Zhiwei glared at him.

"To make you bleed profusely, I'll eat my fill even if I have no appetite!"

"That would be my honor!"

The three of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that it felt like they were back in their university days, hanging out in the cafeteria together.

On the other end.

Song Qinghui had just finished his work at the company and returned home.

As soon as I got home, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a stack of photos and looking at them.

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinglan hurriedly hid the photo behind his back and stammered out his words.

"Ah Hui, you're back? Are you tired? Go upstairs and wash up and rest."

Song Qinghui frowned and stood in front of him.

"Mom, what are you holding in your hand?"

Xiao Jinglan pursed her lips and swallowed nervously.

Exporting is fraught with difficulties.

"No...it's nothing. You've had a long day, go upstairs and rest."

Seeing her mother like this, Song Qinghui became even more suspicious.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket, sat down next to Xiao Jinglan, and asked with concern.

"Mom, what happened?"

"Are your uncles and aunts making things difficult for you again?"

In the past month, Song Qinghui has been extremely busy.

Although Jiuli Trading Co., Ltd. secured the contract, the terms were much more stringent than before.

Profit margins have been squeezed repeatedly.

The Song family was not peaceful either, especially the eldest uncle's family, who had been eyeing him covetously, trying to seize the shares belonging to the Song family that he held.

Xiao Jinglan shook his head, hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly took the photo out from behind him.

She reminded her with concern.

"Ah Hui, Mom didn't show it to you because she was afraid you would be sad. Mom knows very well that you are a child who values ​​relationships and loyalty."

But when it comes to relationships, it's perfectly normal to be let down.

Look at your dad. I treated him so well, but he still went out and cheated on his wife. He even died on the way to cheat.

You have to look forward, don't get stuck in the past, okay?

Song Qinghui took the photo with suspicion, her eyelashes drooping slightly.

His face immediately darkened when he saw the person in the photo.

The oppressive atmosphere was like the low pressure before a storm.

The people in the photo are Lu Xingci and Jiang Wenzhao.

They strolled through the furniture store together, chatting and laughing.

It goes without saying that when she was picking out furniture with him, she was probably imagining their happy daily life together.

Song Qinghui flipped through the photos one by one, finally stopping at a picture taken in the underground parking garage.

Lu Xingci turned to the side and looked up at Jiang Wenzhao, her eyes filled with starlight.

She used to look at me like that too.

At that moment, Song Qinghui felt as if his heart was wrapped in a plastic film.

He kept contracting, and he was starting to have trouble breathing.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Jinglan was overjoyed.

But he still looked worried.

She patted Song Qinghui's hand.

"Ah Hui, take it easy. Women outside are all so materialistic."

If she can't get anything out of you, she'll naturally look for someone else.

Even married couples can abandon each other in times of trouble, let alone you two who are just in a romantic relationship.

Ultimately, feelings are unreliable; only tangible benefits are truly valuable.

Song Qinghui closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and threw the photo into the trash can.

"Mom, Lu Xingci and I have broken up. Who she's with has nothing to do with me."

Song Qinghui stood up as he spoke.

"Don't mention her in front of me again."

Song Qinghui turned and went upstairs. When he reached the steps, Xiao Jinglan seized the opportunity to speak.

"Miss Ruan has a cocktail party next week. She just returned to the country and doesn't know anyone there. Could you go with her?"

Song Qinghui did not stop walking, his voice was low and devoid of emotion.

"You can arrange it as you see fit."

The Ruan family is quite good, better than Lu Xingci.

Song Qinghui kept reminding himself of this.

But as soon as I close my eyes, I start to have uncontrollable wild thoughts.

She's already started picking out furniture; does that mean something good is on the way?

Is she in such a hurry to get married?

How far have they progressed?

Even after being with me for three years, he was unwilling to give me his whole heart.

She's only been reunited with that guy surnamed Wen for a short time, and she's already getting married!

What sincerity? It's all a lie!

Song Qinghui angrily vented his anger in the bathroom, clenching his fists and slamming them heavily against the wall.

Hot water was used to wash away the bloodstains on my hands, and the water flowed into the drain.

Song Qinghui seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to pound the wall again and again.

After taking a shower, Song Qinghui stood on the balcony smoking.

The phone screen showed that it was dialing Lu Xingci.

No one answered the phone the first time, but Song Qinghui was not giving up and called a second time.

He knew that once Lu Xingci had suffered enough, he would come back to beg him for help.

He also knew that as the eldest son of the Song family, he shouldn't care so much about her.

Despite his rationality, Lu Xingci was the only thing on his mind at that moment.

I just want to hear her voice right away, and I want to ask her right away, is she in such a hurry to get married?

Is a marriage certificate really that important?

The call finally connected, but the person on the other end wasn't Lu Xingci.

It was a man's voice.

Song Qinghui remembered that it was Jiang Wenzhao.

"I'm looking for Lu Xingci."

Song Qinghui felt no guilt about disturbing others in the middle of the night; instead, he spoke up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jiang Wenzhao smiled dismissively.

"Oh, it's President Song. Xingci didn't save your number in my contacts. If I hadn't recognized your voice, I would have hung up as if it were a spam call."

Song Qinghui's face darkened further, and his voice lowered as he suppressed his anger.

Where is Lu Xingci?

"Xingci, she's not very available right now."

As soon as Jiang Wenzhao finished speaking, a female voice came through the microphone.

"Hello sir, this is your room key. Please keep it safe."

This was followed by Jiang Wenzhao's response.

"Okay, thank you."

Snapped!

Song Qinghui didn't want to give the other party any more chances to humiliate him, so he immediately hung up the phone.

They're really in such a hurry; they're already checking into a hotel before they're even married.

Song Qinghui felt even more choked up.

He stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, grabbed his coat, and hurriedly went out the door.