This made Song Qing believe that he had hurt her deeply.
"Miss, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice. Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"
Shen Xing shook her head and squatted down to start packing the lunchboxes. This was the first time she had ever packed lunchboxes; she was going to give them to Zheng Wei, but she hadn't expected this...
Just as Song Qing was about to say something, his phone rang shrilly.
"Yes, that's right. Don't panic. Please don't tell the chairman about this..."
She hurriedly hung up the phone, frowned as she glanced at Shen Xing, who was still squatting on the ground mourning the lunchbox, thought for a moment, took out a business card from her pocket, and stuffed it into Shen Xing's hand. "Miss, this is my business card. I'm sorry, I have to leave urgently. Please call me if you need anything."
She had just left, disappearing from Shen Xing's sight, when Yi Zhengwei emerged from the convenience store next door. Xing'er had said she had a surprise for him today and had arranged to meet him here, but he hadn't shown up yet.
"Xing'er, what's wrong?" After searching for a while, she saw Shen Xing staring blankly at the business card in her hand, then turning her head to look behind her.
"Jung-wei, I spilled the lunchbox I gave you." She saw Jung-wei as a savior, got up and rushed into his arms, but almost tripped over her aching ankle again.
Yi Zhengwei caught her as she lost her balance and helped her to a nearby coffee shop.
"What's this."
He took the business card from Shen Xing's hand, which had a background of a clear blue starry sky. A pleasant fragrance wafted from it; it was very elegant.
"British Haotian Group...General Manager...Song Qing..." The more he read, the more his brows furrowed, and waves of doubt surged into his mind.
"Zhengwei, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Could this be the Song Qing he knows? England? He remembers she just returned from England. If so, what a coincidence.
He casually tucked the business card into his suit pocket. "Xing'er, how did you get this business card?"
"She accidentally kicked a small stone at me, and then, as if she was in a hurry, she quickly handed me a business card and left."
What does it look like?
Shen Xing shook her head. At that moment, all she could see was the rolling lunchbox; she wouldn't have looked at a strange woman.
"Okay, you're not allowed to surprise me anymore. What if you get hurt? I'll take you back to the hospital first."
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As soon as Song Qing returned to the company, Secretary Liu greeted him with a distressed expression.
"Miss, all the major banks have replied." She helplessly spread her hands.
Although this was an expected result, it still left Song Qing feeling frustrated. Her father's investment proposal was very well done, comprehensive in every aspect, and clearly required a lot of effort. She had at least a sliver of hope that a bank would take the proposal seriously.
"Secretary Liu, please have the finance department come in for a meeting."
"Miss, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Secretary Liu nodded, then suddenly stopped and turned around to ask.
"I have this." Song Qing appreciated the gesture and smiled, waving the bread she had bought from the convenience store.
It turns out she and Yi Zhengwei had just brushed past each other in the convenience store. Fate is so strange. Actually, that convenience store in the bustling city center was very small, with only one shelf. To miss each other like that is a bit of a shame. Ah, such a small space. If just one person suddenly took a step, things might have taken a different turn.
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Weisheng Headquarters.
Yan Xunan's playboy image has been thoroughly portrayed by the media over the years. Nevertheless, if one regards him as a spendthrift second-generation rich kid, then one can only blame one's own shallowness; if one loses, one has no one else to blame but oneself.
His ability to cause one of the Song sisters to commit suicide and the other to leave the country, even ten years ago, demonstrates his skill.
Despite having the famous star Song Ning by his side, he still seems to have a constant stream of scandals and is restless at home.
He got drunk over the weekend, and he was clearly not in good spirits today. His secretary considerately refrained from disturbing him and automatically blocked any unimportant calls. This morning, the secretary could tell from the general manager's expression that anyone who offended him was in for trouble.
The thought of the general manager's sly smile and gentle demeanor sent a chill down the secretary's spine. Countless times, she had witnessed women hoping to climb the social ladder leaving through that door, humiliated and weeping uncontrollably. How could so many women still flock to a man like this, yearning to rise above their station and become a phoenix?
Only Song Ning has remained unchanged over the past ten years. Naturally, it's only because of the Song family's background and her appearance that she is a suitable match for the general manager.
It is precisely because of her wisdom and self-awareness that she has been able to remain in this position for so many years.
Yan Xunan slammed the office door shut, loosened his tie, and lay sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the enormous chandelier on the ceiling.
Damn it, she's completely ignoring me.
He closed his narrow eyes with a hint of melancholy, his usually smiling lips pressed into a straight line, his face full of the weariness of a hangover.
Suddenly, the image of Song Qing's eyes radiating intense emotion from ten years ago flashed into his mind, burning him like a mysterious and distant flame, making it impossible for him to escape.
She shouldn't have forgotten him. She shouldn't have, just as he hadn't forgotten her over the past ten years.
"General Manager, frontline." Lulu knocked cautiously on the door, afraid that she would be the unlucky one.
"Who?" His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was as gentle as ever, which made Lulu breathe a sigh of relief.
"Miss Song."
A glint flashed in his eyes, but he immediately asked, "Song Ning?"
"Yes, General Manager." Lulu received a reply, gently closed the door, and muttered while shaking her head, "And what about that Miss Song?"
"Ning'er, what is it?" He simply ripped off his tie.
"Hmm? Let me guess, you've been drinking. I can smell the alcohol through the microphone." Song Ning giggled on the other end, making one's bones melt.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly. His voice was originally thin and clear, but it turned out like this after drinking, something Song Ning had known for many years.