What did she have to feel guilty about? Jiang Cuo's secretary, Wang Sisi, was right there. Song Yaxing was the one in the most danger. Her decision was not wrong.
And why should she explain to Jiang Cuo? Jiang Cuo left two years ago without saying a word, so why is she being so pathetic now?
Su Qianqian adjusted her thoughts and carefully considered the events of the day. Ever since Su Lian appeared, she had had a bad feeling.
Suddenly I realized things weren't that simple.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Su Qianqian's heart jumped. She went to the door, opened it, and found Song Yaxing with her head down, looking a little embarrassed.
For some reason, Su Qianqian suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Su Qianqian: "Sister Song, is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Yaxing quickly waved her hand, "President Su, it's too disrespectful of you to address me like that. Thanks to you for your help this afternoon, otherwise I probably would be dead. Um... could I treat you to dinner tonight? I'd like to thank you properly."
Su Qianqian's eyes suddenly showed doubt. Did Song Yaxing not receive the notice to go to the dinner party that night?
"Don't you know that in 20 minutes, CEO Cui of Yunkong Film and Television is going to treat all the mentors to dinner?" Su Qianqian asked.
Song Yaxing looked up, her eyes filled with confusion. "I don't know. Before President Cui came, I had already been arranged to rest at the hotel by the production team, and no staff member came to inform me."
Song Yaxing gave a wry smile and lowered her head with some self-awareness. "I know I'm not a big shot. Maybe President Cui didn't intend to invite me. President Su can go to the appointment first and don't worry about me."
Su Qianqian really wanted to be friends with Song Yaxing. Song Yaxing was a person of simple tastes, and she was truly talented. She didn't like to compete, and her personality made her very comfortable to be around. If she were to sign with her company, she would be an inexhaustible treasure.
Su Qianqian smiled and said, "It's okay. I don't like those drinking parties anyway. Wait for me a bit, and I'll go and offer a small token of appreciation. When I come out, you can treat me to dinner."
Song Yaxing looked up in shock, as if she hadn't expected Su Qianqian to say that. Her expression immediately turned to joy. "Okay, then I'll go find a good little hotel nearby right now, one that won't be photographed by paparazzi."
Su Qianqian winked playfully, "Sister Song understands me best. Being photographed by paparazzi every day makes me so tense. If no one were following me, I could comfortably enjoy some skewers."
Seeing Su Qianqian's bright expression and radiant smile, Song Yaxing felt a little embarrassed, lowered her head, and blushed slightly. "Then I won't bother you any longer. Message me when you come out, and I'll tell you the location."
The two of them made that agreement.
A little while later, as the time was almost up, Yan Qinghuan knocked on Su Qianqian's door. "President Su, it's time to go to the dinner party that President Cui invited."
Su Qianqian tidied herself up briefly and left with Yan Qinghuan.
However, it was only at this point that Jiang Cuo finished dealing with those thorny issues.
Jiang Cuo immediately planned to find Su Qianqian and explain what happened two years ago.
But when she knocked on Su Qianqian's door urgently, there was no response. She received a message from Wang Sisi on her phone, saying that Cui Shu's dinner party was missing only her.
Jiang Cuo frowned, her heart pounding with unease. It seemed Su Qianqian had already left.
It wasn't until Jiang Cuo realized the seriousness of the problem that she felt anxious, thinking that she might really be about to lose Su Qianqian.
Jiang Cuo had no choice but to look for another opportunity.
Unexpectedly, as she left the hotel and passed the restroom on the floor where the hotel mentors were staying, she suddenly heard a slightly familiar voice.
Jiu Cuo frowned and quietly retorted to the voice on the phone, "Dad, isn't what you're doing wrong? If I sign with her company now, won't that ruin my future?"
Jiu Cuo: "Using that kind of stuff again? What if we get caught? Su Lian? Who is the Soviet Union? What, she would give me spiked liquor?"
Jiang Cuo frowned and stopped.
This floor was basically occupied by mentors, staff, or secretaries. Cui Shu prepared a dinner party, and everyone left, so this floor was empty.
Even though Jiu Cuo lowered his voice in the bathroom, it still sounded a little out of place in the empty space.
Jiang Cuo moved closer and stopped at the doorway.
Jiu Cuo was clearly becoming more and more agitated as he spoke, and he could no longer control the volume of his voice. He had also moved the phone further away from his ear, and the voice on the phone was clearly tinged with anger.
Hao Duoyu: "I'm your father, would I harm you? We have our own entertainment company. When the time comes, Dad will just spend money to promote you, right? Why do you have to stay with Su Qianqian's company? Do you know that Yun Kong Film and Television is already on the decline because new companies like Su Qianqian are vying for resources? Dad didn't harm her, I just want to create some negative rumors about her. That way, when they spread, it will be said that Su Qianqian has a bad character, and it will be natural for you to switch companies. No one will blame you. Su Qianqian signed you to make money off you, she's using you. Your father promoting you is because he genuinely wants what's best for you. You're our only child. When we get old, all of this will be yours. Do you even know what's important?"
Jiu Cuo's voice trailed off, his expression furrowed as he began to hesitate.
Hao Duoyu: "Good boy, Su Lian will disguise herself as a waiter and pour you a glass of red wine. Just remember that the glass is spiked. When you toast, push that glass in front of Su Qianqian."
Jiu Cuo hesitated a little, "We agreed that it would only be some negative news. But today something big happened. There are so many media outlets and reporters here. I don't know where Cui Shu got so many people from, treating them to dinner and making such a big fuss. Okay, okay, I understand. I will do it."
After listening, Jiang Cuo clenched his long, slender hands into fists and quietly left.
However... when Jiu Cuo met the so-called contact person, Su Lian, he found that the four cups of wine handed to him were simply a way to fool a fool.
Jiu Cuo: "This... white? And those three... red? White wine and three glasses of red wine? Are you kidding me?"
Su Lian lowered her head and pushed the wine tray into Jiu Cuo's hands. "With the media here, and you being a rising star, no one will refuse your toast."
Su Lian turned around, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Want to harm Su Qianqian? She would never agree to that.
Su Qianqian's glass of baijiu was plain, but the other three glasses were spiked.
When Jiu Cuo returned to the private room, she discovered that this was a setup orchestrated by her father and Cui Shu.
After arriving at the private room, Jiu Cuo was filmed by several well-known media outlets in the industry, and he had no choice but to offer toasts.
As the mentor, she had the lowest seniority, so she had to toast the more senior mentors.
When he walked up to Su Qianqian, Jiu Cuo picked up the glass of white wine.
However, before Su Qianqian could get up, Jiang Cuo took the glass of white wine from Jiu Cuo's hand and drank it all in one gulp.
The private room fell silent instantly.
Jiang Cuo's expression remained unchanged, quite calm.
Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.
Choi tried to smooth things over. Although he was unwilling, he was afraid that with so many media present, people would notice his trickery, so he had Gou-tso continue to offer toasts.
The three glasses of red wine were handed to Cui Shu, Hua Kongque, and Jiu Cuo respectively.
Because Jiang Cuo downed the glass of white wine in one gulp, Jiu Cuo felt guilty and didn't dare to approach Jiang Cuo. He also didn't dare to give the glass of red wine in his hand to Su Qianqian, keeping it for himself.
The Flower-shaped Sparrow is allergic to alcohol and hates drinking. It reeks of alcohol and acts like a drunkard, so it didn't touch a drop of alcohol.
However, everyone sensed something was amiss, because inside the private room, Jiang Cuo remained motionless, his face flushed, staring intently at Su Qianqian.
Su Qianqian glanced at her phone. About twenty minutes had passed, and she felt uncomfortable being stared at by Jiang Cuo. She decided to find an excuse to slip away and go to Song Yaxing's dinner party.
After Su Qianqian's promotion, Jiang Cuo also staggered to his feet. The media and people in the private room blinked, but no one dared to stop him.
Su Qianqian sensed the smell of baijiu emanating from Jiang Cuo and followed behind her. Su Qianqian quickened her pace, but when she reached the corner of the hotel, Jiang Cuo grabbed her wrist.
“Su Su…”
The aroma of pungent baijiu hits you immediately.
Jiang Cuo felt as if his internal organs were on fire. The pungent liquor went straight down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel as if he were being burned by fire.
Su Qianqian, however, was somewhat anxious and refused, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I have an appointment with someone right now, so please excuse me. Besides, it's after get off work hours, so we can't talk about work."
Jiang Cuo felt her strength slowly dissipating. The alcohol was taking effect, making her cold phoenix eyes bloodshot, her throat burning dry from the strong liquor, and even the hand that was grabbing her wrist was easily broken.
“Su Su…I…”
Su Qianqian seemed to be trying to escape, prying Jiang Cuo's fingers off her wrist one by one, but after taking a couple of steps, she became worried again, noticing that Wang Sisi hadn't followed. Su Qianqian bit her lip, pounded her palm in frustration, and turned her head away.
"I'll help Mr. Jiang back to his hotel room first."
Su Qianqian took Jiang Cuo's arm and placed it on her shoulder.
Su Qianqian told herself that Jiang Cuo had become like this because he had shielded her from drinking, and she had ignored it, which was then captured by the media and made a big deal out of it.
In short, once Jiang Cuo is taken back to the hotel, she'll just leave.
Jiang Cuo greedily inhaled Su Qianqian's scent, licking his dry lips, "Su Su... back then... I..."
“President Jiang,” Su Qianqian interrupted, “I really don’t want to talk about trivial things after get off work. Okay, we’re here. President Jiang, please go in. I have to go now.”
Jiang Cuo clutched his stomach with one hand until Su Qianqian turned around. He then frowned in pain, lost control of his expression, and curled up on the ground in agony, his vision blurred as he reached out his hand towards Su Qianqian.
Why was Su Su in such a hurry to leave? Who was Su Su going to see? The only mentor who wasn't in the private room was Song Yaxing; was Su Su going to see her?
Has Su Su fallen for Song Yaxing?
don't want……
The dull pain in her chest intensified, as if a long, thin awl was piercing her heart, once, twice. It seemed as if the awl wasn't going deep enough, and it pressed down hard, making it impossible for her to breathe. Every breath she took was a searing, bone-deep pain.
Watching Su Qianqian walk further and further away, her figure becoming increasingly blurry.
Jiang Cuo could only weakly murmur to himself over and over again.
Su Su...
sorry……
Could you...?
Forgive me...
A drop of warm, clear liquid fell onto the soft carpet without making a sound or causing a ripple.
A note from the author:
Jiang Cuo: I regret it! I regret it! (The beautiful fox bursts into tears)
Su Qianqian: Heart of Stone buff
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Chapter Seventy-Seven
In a small restaurant.