Beijing Marriage Entanglement

"Lu Xingci, you..."

Song Qinghui growled, but before he could finish speaking, Lu Xingci raised his hand and slapped him hard.

A loud slap echoed in the coffee shop, and all the few customers at the few tables turned to look.

Lu Xingci's face was ashen, his eyes blazing with anger, and he issued a final ultimatum in an icy tone.

"Song Qinghui, I'm warning you, those design drafts are mine. If you take the relevant products down from the shelves within a day, I won't hold it against you for stealing the designs."

But if you continue selling them, don't blame me for being ruthless. Those designs were drawn after I submitted my resignation, and I'm not afraid of a lawsuit.

Lu Xingci lifted his foot, about to leave, but Song Qinghui grabbed his wrist, letting out a short, mocking laugh.

"Lu Xingci, your life belongs to me. You're arguing with me over a few design drafts. Aren't you being a little petty?"

Didn't your parents teach you the principle of repaying a small kindness tenfold? I suffered irreversible damage saving you, and I'm already being kind enough by not ruining your life because of it. And you still want to sue me? Have you lost your conscience?

Song Qinghui turned his head, his brows furrowed with an unyielding fierceness.

"It's your good fortune that Chu tide likes your designs. If you dare to expose this and ruin my marriage with the Ruan family, Lu Xingci, you'll have to pay me back with your whole life."

Lu Xingci flung his hand away and took a deep breath to suppress the anger in her heart.

"I've already said, if you remove the relevant products from the shelves, I will let bygones be bygones, and the Ruan family will never know that you stole the design draft."

Song Qinghui raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled a tissue from the table to wipe the coffee stains off her face.

"What if I don't agree?"

Lu Xingci frowned, his eyes burning with rage.

"Song Qinghui, what happened to you?"

Song Qinghui sneered.

"I used to be gentle and considerate to you, but what happened? You still left me. Since that's the case, why should I pretend to be a gentleman anymore?"

"Didn't you want to talk to me? Let's find another place to talk properly."

As he spoke, he looked up, the flames in his eyes burning brighter and brighter, and grabbed Lu Xingci, quickly pulling him out of the coffee shop.

"Song Qinghui, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

Lu Xingci struggled, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, and she couldn't break free at all.

She could only watch helplessly as Song Qinghui opened the back door and forcefully threw her inside.

Lu Xingci immediately sensed something was wrong and got up to run, but Song Qinghui immediately bent down and pounced on him.

He placed his hands on Lu Xingci's shoulders, pressed his knees against Lu Xingci's legs, and covered Lu Xingci with his body.

"You used to say things were progressing too fast and you wouldn't let me touch you. I was just too good to you, doing whatever you wanted, which is why you didn't respect me and would leave whenever you wanted."

Lu Xingci, now that you're here, don't think you're leaving easily! Whatever that guy surnamed Jiang can give you, I can give you too!

Today, she was representing Wanxing Clothing to meet Song Qinghui, and her apricot-colored shirt made her look professional and capable.

The next second, Song Qinghui yanked hard, and three buttons on her shirt popped off instantly, exposing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.

Just as Song Qinghui was about to pounce on her excitedly, she first noticed the mottled red marks on her snow-white skin.

It's a trace left after the passion, very fresh, clearly left just last night.

Song Qinghui's face immediately turned ashen. He grabbed Lu Xingci by the neck and said angrily.

"Who were you with last night? Was it that guy surnamed Jiang? It hasn't been that long, and you've already slept with him!"

Lu Xingci, what do you mean by being devoted to me? If you were devoted to me, you wouldn't have given me that after three years together, yet you climbed into another man's bed less than a month after we broke up?

You're such a jerk! I think you just need to be taught a lesson!

The thought that she had been pleasured by another man last night filled her with desire, which quickly consumed and burned away her reason.

With one hand around Lu Xingci's neck, Song Qinghui grabbed Lu Xingci's struggling hands and held them above his head, eager to possess and conquer her.

"Song Qinghui, let go of me! If you don't, I'll get rough with you..."

"You can sleep with other men, so why can't you sleep with me? Lu Xingci, I'm going to have you today!"

"Let...let go..."

Before Lu Xingci could finish his struggle, Song Qinghui was kicked from behind and sent flying.

With a loud thud, his head hit the other side of the car door, and he tumbled off the chair.

Lu Xingci hurriedly clutched his shirt and ran out of the car in a disheveled state.

Lu Xingci was stunned when he saw the person who helped him.

The man was wearing a loose black windbreaker, the collar of which covered half of his face. He also wore a gray baseball cap with the brim pulled low and a pair of black leather gloves.

The person was completely covered from head to toe, making it impossible to tell whether they were male or female.

"Thanks……"

Before she could even finish thanking him, the man slammed the car door shut, grabbed her wrist, and rushed into the office building next door.

Once inside the office building, the two hid in a corner, using the greenery as cover, and watched through the sparse branches and leaves as Song Qinghui stormed in, searched around without success, and then left in a fit of rage.

"Phew—he's gone. Thank you so much for today."

Lu Xingci let out a long sigh of relief. The person next to him slowly took off his hat, unzipped it to reveal his facial features.

"Sister Xingci..."

"Maureen? How could it be you!"

After several unsuccessful phone calls last night, Lu Xingci had prepared for the worst.

Mo Lin, whom I personally mentored and who calls me "Sister Xingci" so affectionately, is very likely one of the accomplices in this farce of stealing design drafts.

Unexpectedly, the person who saved her from Song Qinghui's clutches was Mo Lin.

Maureen sighed and spoke with a somewhat evasive look in her eyes.

"Sister Xingci, I'm sorry, I saw your call last night, but I didn't dare to answer it."

How did you know I was here?

"When I saw your call last night, I knew why you wanted to talk to me. I was tormented all night, thinking it over and over. This morning I was actually planning to resign."

When I got to the company, I happened to overhear your phone call with General Manager Song. Knowing that you had arranged to meet him here, I followed you here.

Maureen kept her head down, her baseball cap crumpled and rubbed in her hands.

"Actually, I originally wanted to see if President Song would betray me, but I unexpectedly witnessed him doing that kind of thing to you."

When I first started working here, I was harassed by a male colleague, and you were the one who helped me out. If I saw you being bullied and just stood by and did nothing, I would be a terrible person.

Lu Xingci held Mo Lin's shoulders, his words earnest.

"Mo Lin, can you tell me what happened? Why did Song Qinghui log into my cloud drive, take my manuscript, and even put Ruan Chuxi's name on it?"

Maureen tugged at her baseball cap, biting her lip, looking somewhat troubled.

"Sister Xingci, President Song has the Song family behind him. If he finds out that I was the one who informed on him, I won't be able to stay in Beijing anymore."

I just bought a car. If President Song blacklists me, I'm finished.