Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Lu Xingci didn't have time to think and rushed to the company.

The entire sixth floor of Hengxing Building is the office area for Wanxing Apparel.

As soon as Lu Xingci stepped out of the elevator, he saw a mess on the floor.

The potted plant she bought at the flower and bird market a couple of days ago has now broken, and soil is scattered all over the floor.

The green plants were lying on the ground, already wilted.

It looks like it wasn't smashed this morning.

Further inside, shards of glass littered the floor, and the lock lay among them.

She cautiously stepped inside and saw Jiang Wenzhao standing amidst the mess.

He was making a phone call with his back to himself.

Lu Xingci went inside and walked around the various office areas.

The desks, design tables, mannequins, and display cases were all smashed to pieces, and the parts that couldn't be broken were splashed with paint.

It was completely destroyed.

After finishing his call, Jiang Wenzhao turned around and forced a bitter smile.

"You've arrived?"

When I arrived, the company had been vandalized like this. I have already notified the building management, and they will send someone over soon.

Also, the furniture store called and said we were messing with her.

Lu Xingci frowned.

"What happened?"

Jiang Wenzhao's voice was tinged with bitterness.

"The furniture store said that after we left yesterday, a man who claimed to be from Wanxing Clothing came over."

After asking for the delivery address, the delivery location was changed.

This morning, they delivered the goods to the new address provided by the other party, only to find it was an abandoned factory.

She thought we were playing a trick on her, so she called and gave me a good scolding.

After Jiang Wenzhao finished speaking, his large hand gently landed on Lu Xingci's shoulder.

"I know what you're thinking about all of this."

Don't feel guilty. This isn't your fault. If anyone's to blame, it's some narrow-minded people who can't tolerate us.

The "certain people" that Jiang Wenzhao mentioned were clearly referring to Song Qinghui.

First, they disqualified them from attending the party, then they had their company vandalized, and then they intercepted the last batch of furniture.

Lu Xingci was shocked; she never expected Song Qinghui to be so despicable.

She used to think he was a perfect gentleman, good in every way, except that he was too blindly filial.

In retrospect, all that gentlemanly refinement was nothing but an act.

"Should we call the police?"

Lu Xingci shook his head.

"it's useless."

She once witnessed a girl in a nightclub scheme to get pregnant, hoping to gain status through her child.

In the end, however, he was forcibly taken to the hospital by the rich second-generation's men to have surgery.

No matter how much the girl cried or made a scene, it was all in vain.

At that time, she was the only one who reached out to the girl.

But Song Qinghui coldly told her, "It's no use. In our circle, the most detestable people are those with ill intentions."

If even those in power can't protect themselves, what's the point of striving to climb the ladder?

In their world, this is called self-preservation.

In order to protect themselves, they may disregard the lives of others.

Just like now, Song Qinghui is willing to make her and Jiang Wenzhao's lives impossible in order to protect his marriage and his JL clothing.

"So what do we do now? Or should we leave the capital?"

Lu Xingci took a deep breath and turned around.

"I'm going to find him."

Although I don't want to, it seems there's no other way at this point.

She stood at the elevator entrance and pressed the down button.

The elevator doors opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out.

They must be building management personnel.

Lu Xingci didn't look up, but felt that the other person was very tall; from her height, she could only see the other person's chest.

He smelled of familiar pine.

Lu Xingci turned to the side and stepped inside, but in the next second, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed her arm.

Lu Xingci looked up in a daze, while Shen Yu looked down at her with a dark expression.

"Where to?"

"How come... this building is yours?"

Shen Yu tilted his head, his tone nonchalant.

"Surprised?"

Lu Xingci pursed her lips.

It makes sense, the Shen family is a large and powerful family, this building is nothing special, it's not surprising that they have the surname Shen.

Shen Yu turned his head and glanced at the mess on the ground.

"This person really hates you, smashing it so thoroughly."

Lu Xingci lowered his eyes.

"Yeah, I was quite surprised too."

Shen Yu walked ahead, his hands in his pockets.

Lu Xingci and Jiang Wenzhao followed behind.

After circling around, Shen Yu turned back.

He glanced at Jiang Wenzhao, his brows furrowed, and a look of disgust and impatience flashed in his eyes.

However, because Lu Xingci valued him so much, Shen Yu did not get angry, but simply said distantly.

"Can we talk alone?"

Jiang Wenzhao glanced at Lu Xingci.

The latter nodded to him, and Jiang Wenzhao turned and walked out.

Amidst the mess, Shen Yu managed to find a chair that was still usable.

He bent down, patted the chair, and sat down.

With her long legs crossed, she raised her eyes and looked at Lu Xingci with a leisurely air.

"I know what you're thinking. Although I also really hope it was Song Qinghui, it definitely wasn't him."

"Who is that?"

She stayed in the capital for several years and never offended anyone.

She couldn't think of anyone but Song Qinghui.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu took out his phone, on which was a surveillance video of the furniture store.

The video shows her and Jiang Wenzhao.

After clicking play, you can see that yesterday, after they left, a man in a black suit walked into the store.

After a brief discussion with the boss, he turned and left.

Then switch to the surveillance camera view from inside the garage.

She was probably chatting and laughing with Jiang Wenzhao at that time, while the man behind her was secretly taking pictures with his phone.

It was at this moment that the surveillance camera captured the man's face clearly.

Shen Yu appeared beside him at some point.

His tall figure loomed over Lu Xingci's petite frame.

As the deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears, long, slender fingers landed on the man on the screen.

"This man is Zhang Wei, the Song family's driver. He went to the furniture store with Xiao Jinglan yesterday."

After saying that, Shen Yu took back his phone, put it in his pocket, and analyzed the situation calmly.

"You haven't had time to install surveillance cameras here yet, and the other party was already on guard, coming up from the fire escape without surveillance cameras."

The building's security cameras didn't capture him, so even if you call the police, it won't help.

Even the furniture store owners, if they knew the other party was from the Song family, their testimonies would only be unfavorable to you.

Even if the furniture store is willing to risk offending the Song family to testify for you, you still can't harm Xiao Jinglan in the slightest.

At worst, we can just push the driver out to take the blame.

Xiao Jinglan, the Song family, and Song Qinghui will all be fine.

But it's different for you and your partner; your losses will only be greater than they are now.

Xiao Jinglan is no pushover; she has a history of killings.

Lu Xingci's pupils dilated, and his heart skipped a beat.

She thought that once she broke up with Song Qinghui, she would have nothing to do with the Song family or Xiao Jinglan anymore.

But to his surprise, even if he didn't provoke them, they wouldn't let him go.

Shen Yu took a step closer, his slender fingers hooking a strand of Lu Xingci's hair and entwining it between his fingers.

"Lu Xingci, if you want to gain a foothold in this vast capital city, you need a backer who is more powerful than the Song family."

As I said before, as long as you agree to be my Mrs. Shen, not only the Song family, but the entire capital city will not dare to bully you again.