To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Song Qingci led Jiang Jinhuan to the door of the private room.

The door opened, and Jiang Jinhuan saw several women sitting inside, including Ji Xiaoya.

These women are all either rich or noble.

Jiang Jinhuan did not follow Song Qingci inside.

It's all girls inside; it's not appropriate for a man to go in alone.

Besides, he's just an assistant and not qualified to go in. He just needs to wait outside and can't even drink alcohol.

Because he also needed to drive Song Qingci home at any time.

An assistant should act like an assistant.

Those nearby breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Jiang Jinhuan hadn't followed Song Qingci into the private room. "So he's just an assistant!"

"Let's go sound out her; maybe we can get some information about the Song family's daughter!" someone said, itching to try.

But before they could do anything, the door opened again.

Song Qingci came out.

Many people around were shocked to see that Song Qingci actually reached out and grabbed Jiang Jinhuan's wrist, then dragged him into the private room.

"What? What did I just see?"

"The Song family's daughter actually took that man's hand?"

"Who exactly is that guy?"

"Anyone who can be treated like this by the Song family's daughter must at least be a young master from some powerful family, right?"

"Could it be that he's Song Qianjin's former rumored boyfriend?"

Let's not talk about what those people outside are thinking.

Jiang Jinhuan was pulled into a private room.

The girls in the private room all focused their attention on Jiang Jinhuan.

Jiang Jin Huan didn't feel embarrassed at all; if he didn't care, he wasn't nervous.

"Mr. Song, is it inappropriate for me to come here?"

"What's wrong with that? You can sit next to me!" Song Qingci pressed Jiang Jinhuan down on the sofa, with Ji Xiaoya sitting next to him.

Song Qingci sat on the other side of Jiang Jinhuan.

Ji Xiaoya then said, "Jin Huan, we meet again!"

"Xiaoya, it's been a long time!" Jiang Jinhuan greeted her.

Song Qingci, who was standing next to her, paused almost imperceptibly in the hand holding the wine glass.

She gave Ji Xiaoya a wary look.

The girls next to him were also carefully observing Jiang Jinhuan. He was tall and upright, with a handsome face, calm and resolute eyes, and no arrogance between his brows.

He possessed an innate calmness, a kind of indifference that couldn't be faked.

Yes, it was indifference; he seemed to care little about the people in the room.

His gaze swept over them without even the slightest ripple.

At this point, Song Qingci spoke up and introduced her sisters to Song Qingci.

Jiang Jin Huan greeted everyone politely and with restraint.

At this moment, someone nearby joked, "Mr. Jiang, you're the first man Qingyi has brought to our girls' gathering! It seems Qingyi values ​​you quite a bit!"

Song Qingci was stunned for a moment, her fingers stiffened for a second, but she didn't say anything.

Jiang Jinhuan quickly replied, "Miss Zhang, I'm just the president's assistant!"

Jiang Jinhuan clearly understood his position.

If it were someone else, they might feel proud, or even feel lucky that Song Qingci had taken a liking to them.

But Jiang Jin Huan would never think that way.

"Hehe, Jiang, don't be so modest. Qingyi hasn't even denied it, why are you in such a hurry?"

Jiang Jinhuan frowned slightly and said, "Miss Zhang, this is no laughing matter. President Song's reputation is very important. I am just an assistant, and I will always be just an assistant!"

Jiang Jinhuan's words were very decisive.

Song Qingci, standing beside him, looked somewhat stiff, and the fingers holding the wine glass turned slightly white.

The girlfriends next to her looked at each other, exchanging glances without saying anything more.

Ji Xiaoya, standing nearby, chimed in, "Exactly! Jin Huan is just an assistant. Aren't you putting him in a difficult position by saying things like that?"

A close friend nearby remarked, "Wow, our little Ya is actually feeling sorry for her!"

Ji Xiaoya glanced quickly at Jiang Jinhuan, then said shyly, "Oh dear, I was just helping a classmate!"

The crowd laughed and joked.

Only Song Qingci's eyes were gloomy.

"Clang!" Song Qingci placed the wine glass on the table, making a crisp sound.

The noise caught the attention of several of her girlfriends.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw the wine glass in front of Song Qingci.

The glass was empty.

The group of girlfriends exchanged glances, seemingly sensing the unusual atmosphere in the air.

"Didn't you come here for a drink? Why are you looking at me?"

Song Qingci filled his cup to the brim and then downed it in one gulp.

After finishing her drink, she poured herself another glass and drank it down again.

Now everyone was certain that Song Qingci was in a bad mood.

Song Qingci had already downed his third cup of wine.

Jiang Jinhuan, standing beside him, frowned slightly.

A close friend whispered, "What happened? They were fine just now!"

"Yeah, they were fine just now, why did they get angry?"

"Did we just say something?"

"I don't know?"

Her girlfriends nearby wanted to offer some advice, but they didn't dare.

Several women looked at Ji Xiaoya.

Ji Xiaoya shrank back, "Don't look at me like that. Last time she wrecked the whole private room. I didn't dare to try to stop her!"

She didn't dare to try to persuade her.

All of these sisters knew that Song Qingci had a terrible temper when she was in a bad mood, and no one could persuade her otherwise.

At this moment, Song Qingci had already started pouring himself his fifth cup of wine.

Although it's red wine, getting drunk from red wine can be much more intoxicating than from baijiu (Chinese liquor).

As his assistant, he seems to have to do something!

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinhuan said, "President, this way of drinking is not good; it can easily damage your stomach!"

He reached out and pressed down on Song Qingci's arm, which was holding the wine glass.

His large hand rested on Song Qingci's fair arm.

The warm, smooth touch made Jiang Jinhuan's heart flutter slightly, because the warm, smooth touch felt somewhat familiar.

Several close friends, including Ji Xiaoya, gasped in shock.

"He actually grabbed Qingci's arm!"

"It's over, Qingci is probably going to really lose her temper this time!"

"Qingci seems to hate physical contact with men the most. This assistant is quite bold!"

Startled, Ji Xiaoya tugged at Jiang Jinhuan's sleeve.

However, Jiang Jin Huan was completely unaware of the women's unusual behavior at that moment.

All he can think about now is his job responsibilities.

He took out a water glass he had prepared and handed it to her: "Eat something first, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach!"

Jiang Jinhuan placed a delicate pastry directly in front of Song Qingci.

Seeing that Song Qingci was not moving, he realized that the other party was probably drunk.

He simply picked up a piece and placed it near Song Qingci's mouth.

The group of girlfriends in the room were all shocked and hid back in fright.

"It's over, it's over!"

"Even that white moonlight wouldn't dare to do this, how could he?"

"Stop talking, let's think about how to clean up the mess!"