"Ha!" Song Qingyang laughed again: "Is there any other explanation?"
"Of course!" Yu Dou replied: "Just like you’re interested in philosophy, you read philosophy books, but it doesn’t an you love philosophy. You are interested in art, so you learn to paint, but maybe after a while you lose interest. Just like you’re interested in Western cuisine, you probably just enjoy eating it, rather than being passionate and keen to learn to cook it yourself..."
"So, what are you saying? That your interest in might fade at any ti, and now, you’re just following a montary curiosity in caring about ?"
Yu Dou snapped his fingers imdiately: "Miss Song is very smart, that’s exactly what I an!"
Song Qingyang’s face turned even darker. She suddenly stood up, picked up the red wine beside her intending to splash it, but her arm was firmly gripped by Yu Dou.
Song Qingyang tried to break free but failed.
Yu Dou said: "Miss Song, even if you don’t eat or drink, don’t waste it; this is not the behavior a socialite should have... Also, don’t forget that the Song Family is at the center of attention right now, it would be best for Miss Song not to stir up any trouble at this mont!"
Song Qingyang gritted her teeth and said, "Yu Dou, I don’t care why you are interested in , but between you and , there will absolutely be no future. At most in a year, if I ask to break off the engagent and you disagree, don’t bla for being impolite!"
After saying this, she released the glass, extricated herself from Yu Dou’s hand, grabbed her bag, and left.
Yu Dou glanced at her, then looked at the untouched steak across from him, and sighed lightly: "What a waste!"
The phone in his pocket rang just then. He took it out to look; the caller was Ji Xia.
He answered: "Hello?"
"Mr. Yu..." Ji Xia’s voice ca through, with a hint of urgency, saying, "It’s bad, the Song Family this ti might really be in trouble..."
...
Wang Zhu’s revelation indeed brought trouble to the Song Family.
Although it hasn’t threatened them legally much, public opinion has left Song Zhongming and all the Song Family’s higher-ups in distress.
But all of this is unrelated to TK Group and also has nothing to do with the Shi Family.
All the journalists are blocked at the Song Family’s door, eager to interview Wang Zhu; the Shi Family and TK are relatively tranquil.
At five in the afternoon, Shi Nuan routinely received a text from Song Yansheng saying his people had arrived downstairs at Shi Building.
Shi Nuan replied with a sound, then gathered her things and went downstairs.
On the way, she occasionally encountered several colleagues, many discussing the Song Family and Song Zhongming’s affairs.
Shi Nuan pretended not to hear, ignored it all, and headed downstairs.
anwhile, Song Yansheng was sitting upright in the car, looking at the text ssage record on his phone.
Every ti he ca, he nonchalantly sent a ssage saying: "I’m here," or "I’m downstairs!"
Very simple.
And Shi Nuan, would reply with "Okay," or "Got it!"
Also very simple.
But now, looking back at these texts exchanged between them, he sohow felt a gentle warmth.
Song Yansheng wondered if this was what it ans to be in love.
Just seeing her na filled him with warmth and sweetness!
He clutched his phone tightly, his gaze fixed on the exit of Shi Building, the corners of his mouth involuntarily ford a smile.
He knew that his girl would soon erge from there.
Then, with light steps, she would approach him.
She often hurried, her pace not too slow, probably out of fear he might be impatient.
But sotis she’d slow down a bit, likely afraid of being discovered.
He sighed, they are a legitimate married couple, simply participating in post-marital romance, yet it’s still a secret affair!
Frustrating!
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