Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Lu Xingci struggled violently and shouted angrily.

"Song Qinghui, let me go!"

Song Qinghui hugged him tighter, resting her head on Lu Xingci's shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay, Xingci, let's stop fooling around, okay?"

I've said it before, you're in my heart, and my feelings for you are genuine.

"How long are you going to keep making a scene like this?!"

Lu Xingci took a deep breath and asked him, word by word.

"Song Qinghui, I told you, let go!"

"Xingci, this time I will never let you go again."

I don't care who you hired to annoy me, I won't hold it against you.

How can you be so heartless? You don't answer my calls, you don't reply to my messages, how can you be so cruel?

Lu Xingci could no longer bear it and stomped down hard.

The heel of the high heel pierced Song Qinghui's instep hard, causing him to immediately let go and hop back several steps while clutching his foot.

"Lu Xingci, what are you doing...?"

Snapped!

Before Song Qinghui could even finish his question, Lu Xingci raised his hand high and slapped Song Qinghui hard across the face.

Song Qinghui covered her face, looking completely bewildered.

"Xingci, you..."

"Song Qinghui, how many times do I have to tell you before you start listening to me?"

I said, "We've broken up!"

I said, I'm utterly disappointed in you!

I said, "I'm not throwing a tantrum!"

Lu Xingci tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Did you understand this time?"

Song Qinghui took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and embarrassment in his heart.

"Then what are you doing here today?"

"Didn't you come specifically to see me because you knew I was coming?"

Lu Xingci laughed in exasperation. How come she hadn't noticed Song Qinghui's cunning before?

"Song Qinghui, being delusional isn't a good habit; it's shameful, you know?"

Song Qinghui reached out and grabbed Lu Xingci's arm.

"Xingci, I don't believe it! I don't believe our three-year relationship can just end like that! You're so heartless!"

Lu Xingci broke free from his hand and slapped him again.

"I have to thank you for that, otherwise I would still be stuck with you."

After Lu Xingci finished speaking, he took two steps back to create distance, flicked a strand of hair that fell across his forehead with his index finger, and solemnly declared.

"Also, I already have a boyfriend. He's more handsome than you, more outstanding than you, more considerate than you, and more capable than you."

He wouldn't let me be his mistress, even if it was something he couldn't keep secret.

Tell me, with such a great boyfriend, would I still be thinking about you?

Lu Xingci curled his lips into a disdainful smile.

"Be a good son-in-law of the Ruan family and your mother's precious son."

"Star Farewell..."

With red eyes and a hoarse voice, Song Qinghui tried to persuade Lu Xingci to stay, but Lu Xingci spoke first.

"Song Qinghui, if you're going to break up, at least do it with some dignity. Don't make me look down on you."

A good ex should be like they're dead.

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.

Song Qinghui's calls and questions from behind were blocked by the noise of the crowd and the busy throng.

For a moment, as Song Qinghui watched Lu Xingci's resolute back, it was as if they were in two different worlds.

This time, however, Lu Xingci seemed to be standing in a higher and brighter place.

buzzing.

The phone rang; it was her mother, Xiao Jinglan, calling.

Song Qinghui leaned against the wall to stand up and answered the phone weakly.

"Hello, Mother."

On the other end of the line was Xiao Jinglan's voice, filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Come back right now!"

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Chu tide just came back from the restroom and said she saw you hugging Lu Xingci backstage."

Chu tide said, "If you can't forget your ex, then don't get entangled with her. I, Ruan Chu tide, can't tolerate any nonsense."

Ah Hui, how can you be so confused? Don't you know how to choose between Miss Ruan and Lu Xingci?

Do you really want to ruin your life and let the Song family kick us, a widow and her children, out of our home?

Song Qinghui leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'll go find Chu tide now and I'll make her happy."

Xiao Jinglan's tone softened slightly.

"Go quickly, and remember, without Chu tide, we won't have a peaceful life in the Song family, and you won't be the heir of the Song family."

"Okay, I've got it."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qinghui collapsed against the wall, feeling utterly exhausted.

His large hands covered his face; they were icy cold, as if the oxygen had been frozen, and his breathing became difficult.

Just then, Shen Yu, who had two regular seats, came out from the other end.

Instead of seeing Lu Xingci, they saw Song Qinghui squatting in the corner like a lost soul.

He smiled and strode over with his long legs, full of confidence.

"Hey, isn't this President Song? What's wrong, lost your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghui looked up and saw that it was Shen Yu. He suppressed his emotions and stood up.

"What are you doing backstage?"

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow.

"I brought my girlfriend here today to accompany my mom to a concert. I'm backstage to take care of some things."

Song Qinghui wasn't too surprised; he knew about the marriage alliance between the Song and Qin families.

Unfortunately, Qin Leyao, the only daughter of the Qin family, has been secretly in love with Shen Yu for many years.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to fawn over Ruan Chuxi, that aloof young lady.

"Okay, you guys listen. I have something to do, so I'll be going now. Please tell my aunt for me."

Song Qinghui straightened his suit and got up to leave.

Shen Yu called out to him and spoke with great interest.

"Don't you want to meet my girlfriend?"

Song Qinghui paused, turned slightly to the side, and whispered.

"Let's do it another day. There's plenty of time."

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Indeed, we have a long future ahead of us."

Shen Yu saw Lu Xingci at the corner of the corridor outside the concert hall.

Hearing the angry voice, Shen Yu hung up the phone he had just dialed, shoved the phone into his pocket, and walked over.

He wasn't in a hurry to call her, but leaned against the corner of the wall, crossed his long legs, and watched Lu Xingci curse at the air like it was a show.

"What a jerk! Narcissistic, delusional, and delusional!"

"I was so blind before, how could I have been with him for three years!"

"Love-obsessed, love-obsessed, you used to be so love-obsessed!"

Seeing Lu Xingci clenching his fist and pounding his head, Shen Yu stepped forward.

He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and turned his head to look at her.

"Who gave you permission to hit my wife? Did you get my consent?"

Lu Xingci was stunned and looked up in surprise.

"When did you arrive?"

Shen Yu raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment.

"Not long after, I'd only listened to about 10 or 80 percent of it."

Lu Xingci frowned and awkwardly pushed the person away.

"You're being immoral, eavesdropping from behind the wall!"

She couldn't break free; instead, Shen Yu pulled her into his arms again.

His lips curved into a beautiful smile, his eyes shone with light, and his voice was magnetic, deep, sexy, and gentle.

"Did you just run into Song Qinghui?"

Lu Xingci pursed her lips and responded softly.

"Yes, he thought I came to the concert on purpose to see him."

"He's quite humble."

Lu Xingci nodded.

"that is."

"If I had known he was that wicked, I should have beaten him up when I ran into him earlier."

"How about I chase after him now and beat him up to vent your anger?"

Shen Yu turned around and was about to chase after Song Qinghui.

Lu Xingci quickly grabbed him.

"There's no need for that. He didn't get any good out of me either. I slapped him twice and stomped on his foot."

Shen Yu's eyes lit up with joy as he pinched Lu Xingci's chin and lifted her face.

"Oh, so your older sister can hit people?"

After saying that, he took Lu Xingci's hand and rubbed it in his palm.

"Does it hurt? Next time you slap someone, let me do it. What if I hurt your hand?"