Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Originally, Lu Xingci was very determined and vowed to make the two thieves pay a heavy price.

But now that Song Qinghui is using the events of that year to blackmail her, she can't help but waver.

She didn't immediately agree, but she didn't refuse either.

Sensing her hesitation, Song Qinghui knew that there was no problem with the matter.

After leaving Lu Xingci's apartment, Song Qinghui went to a bar to drink with Qiao Luming.

There's a birthday party there tonight, lots of people came, it's very lively.

He originally planned to bring Ruan Chuxi along after his successful confession, so that they could officially announce their relationship in the entertainment circle.

Now, I have no choice but to go alone.

The birthday party was held in the largest private room of the bar, and many people came, mostly rich second-generation heirs in this circle, as well as a few big internet celebrities.

As soon as Song Qinghui entered, Qiao Luming grabbed him and pulled him to the pool table, pressing him for answers.

"How did it go? Did you confess tonight successfully? Where's Miss Ruan? Why didn't you bring her along?"

Instead of mentioning the failed confession, Song Qinghui cleverly changed the subject to something even more intriguing.

"Her mother came along tonight too."

Qiao Luming's eyes widened in surprise.

"Holy crap, they went straight to meeting the parents?"

Song Qinghui nodded with a slight smile, neither denying nor explaining.

"Yes, I saw him."

Qiao Luming excitedly threw down his golf club and slapped Song Qinghui's arm.

"You're quite something, kid. You're about to win over the eldest daughter of the Ruan family."

The next second, Song Qinghui was dragged to the stairwell by Qiao Luming to smoke, obviously because he thought the private room was too noisy and not suitable for talking.

The two stood side by side with their backs to the corridor. Even before the marriage with the Ruan family was finalized, they had already begun to discuss working together to transfer a portion of the municipal development project that the Ruan family had recently acquired, so that their brother could also benefit from it.

The two were chatting animatedly, completely unaware that a hand was peeking out from the private room behind them, holding a phone and recording a video of them.

"That design was Lu Xingci's? She could willingly swallow her pride and watch Ruan Chuxi accept the award with her design, while you made a fortune off it?"

Out of surprise, Qiao Luming suddenly raised his voice.

"So what if she doesn't want to? This is what she owes me. I made it very clear to her before I came that as long as she cooperates, we'll call it even and go our separate ways."

Qiao Luming revealed a sinister grin.

"The debt you're talking about is that year when you asked me to find someone to run her over with a car, and then you came to her rescue, right?"

To be honest, you're really wicked. How could you do something like this, and even have my cousin play the doctor to help you in your act?

But if you ask me, Lu Xingci is beautiful, but she's a bit stupid. A lie so easily seen through, yet she's been fooled by you for so long. Has she never been pregnant with you all these years?

Mentioning this matter, Song Qinghui's expression changed from sunny to gloomy. He took one puff of cigarette after another, and after hesitating for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"I haven't touched her yet."

Qiao Luming was even more shocked, and almost shouted it out.

"Damn, you two have been together for three years, she's so beautiful, has such a great figure, how could you resist making a move? Bro, are you sure there's something wrong with your body?"

That year, Song Qinghui asked him to find someone to play the role of a doctor and act in a play with him.

At the time, one of Qiao Luming's distant cousins ​​happened to be a postgraduate student in clinical medicine, so he was called over.

Qiao Luming only learned afterward how ruthless Song Qinghui was. In order to make Lu Xingci feel guilty towards him and obey him in everything, he actually put himself on the label of being infertile.

However, it turned out to be quite effective.

Since then, Lu Xingci has become much more obedient and compliant. If Song Qinghui tells her to go east, she will never go west.

Qiao Luming just couldn't understand how he could resist making a move with such a top-tier beauty by his side, who was so obedient to him. If it were him, he would have taken advantage of her long ago.

This made Qiao Luming suspect that Song Qinghui might actually have a problem in that area. There are so many diseases in the world, why would she choose this one?

Song Qinghui had no idea what Qiao Luming was guessing. He stubbed out his cigarette, his face dark, and stared into the night with his dark eyes, answering thoughtfully.

"You might not believe it, but I actually have some genuine feelings for her. If it weren't for family reasons, I might have dated her, married her, had children, and built a happy family."

Unfortunately, there aren't so many "what ifs" in this world. The Ruan family is my only option right now.

Qiao Luming nodded, offering no response.

"That's true. Outsiders only see us rich kids living a life of luxury and extravagance, but they have no idea that we are actually standing on the edge of a knife."

This circle has always been a dog-eat-dog world. Without a powerful backer, you'll only be devoured. Your choice was right; the Ruan family is indeed a very good choice. If you become successful in the future, never forget your brothers.

The two then chatted for a while about models they had recently met, as well as a few rising actresses in the entertainment industry.

The hand silently retreated into the private room, then clicked send, sending the video out.

Shen Yu was on a business trip in Paris when he received the video.

He was sitting in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, having a meeting with senior executives of the Paris branch.

His phone vibrated, but he only glanced at it and didn't intend to pay attention to it.

But the next second, Jiang Lin's message popped up again.

Jiang Lin: [Brother Yu, now I finally understand why my sister-in-law has been so obedient to Song Qinghui all these years. You should see for yourself, Song Qinghui is simply an animal!]

Ignoring the Parisian executives who were still speaking gibberish, Shen Yu reached out and grabbed his phone, then opened the video.

Because it was in an entertainment venue like a bar, the background of the video was a bit noisy, but because Jiang Lin was close by, and there weren't many people in the corridor at the time, their conversation was recorded word for word.

The video volume wasn't loud, just enough for Shen Yu to hear clearly.

The foreigners nearby only knew it was in Chinese, but didn't know what the content was, and looked at Shen Yu suspiciously.

When the video ended, Shen Yu's handsome face was filled with a strong murderous aura, his body was shrouded in a low pressure, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, making people shudder.

Shen Yu's finger hovered over the share button, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew it.

He turned his head to look at Assistant Jiang beside him.

"Book me a flight back to Beijing tonight."

Assistant Jiang, who was standing next to him, had watched the entire video and knew the whole story. He also felt contempt for Song Qinghui.

He nodded and responded.

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away."

Paris and Beijing are seven hours apart. Shen Yu's flight back to China was at 11 p.m. local time, and he arrived in Beijing at 5 p.m. the next day.

He left the airport and went straight to Wanxing Clothing.

Still busy? Are you hungry? Want me to get you a coffee?

Lu Xingci was taking body measurements for a guest in the VIP lounge and didn't notice her phone vibrating.

When Shen Yu arrived at Wanxing Clothing with coffee and snacks, Lu Xingci had already seen the guests off.

The two stood in the elevator lobby, their eyes meeting.

The next second, Shen Yu opened his arms and pulled the person into his embrace. His deep, magnetic voice rang in his ear, like a feather gently brushing against the earlobe, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

I miss you so much.