It seemed that Zhong Ruanxing was vigilant enough, or Cheng Dong didn't plan to trick her this time. The meal went smoothly without any verbal traps that needed to be dealt with.
It seemed that Cheng Dong just wanted to take this opportunity to introduce the heir to Song JinXing. After all, compared to the Song heir who was already in power, his own son who had just returned to the country was clearly not impressive enough.
Fortunately, there would be no chance to meet with Cheng Yaowen once the plan was finalized. Zhong Ruanxing really didn't want too much contact with this person.
When the dinner was nearing its end, Zhong Ruanxing got up to go to the restroom, and took care of the bill on the way.
This high-end restaurant was always the first choice for business dinners. Song JinXing was also a VIP here with a large amount of consumption. Settling the bill only required the waiter to bring the check.
When she came out of the restroom, she saw a young girl with one hand over her mouth crying in the luxuriously decorated hallway, while her other wrist was grabbed by a man shaped like a bamboo pole, who growled, "What are you making a scene here for? Come back with me now!"
This was a high-end restaurant frequented by important customers with status and position. Without knowing the other's background, no one would meddle in others' business.
What if you offended your future business partner or someone crucial in getting your paperwork approved by interfering once?
It was really not worth it. At most, you could tell the waiter about the situation when you returned to the front hall and leave it to the restaurant to handle.
Therefore, even as the girl cried and struggled, she was still dragged away by the bamboo pole man.
When Zhong Ruanxing came out, she happened to run into the manager rushing over. Before he could open his mouth with a smile, the bamboo pole man sprayed him with curses, "Get lost! I'm handling my own family affairs. Don't get involved!"
The manager awkwardly took two steps back.
Zhong Ruanxing threw the paper towel she used to dry her hands into the trash can, and walked over. "Miss, do you need me to call the police for you?"
"Who the hell is being nosy?" The bamboo pole man turned back irritably. Seeing it was a tall, handsome young man, his tone was not as aggressive, but still very arrogant. "This is between me and my girlfriend. It's none of your business!"
He turned his head again and yelled at the girl, "Come with me, you hear me!"
The girl shook her head again and again, and looked at Zhong Ruanxing as if grasping at a lifeline, pleading for help, "I won't go with him! We broke up long ago! Call the police for me!"
"You f**king b*tch..."
Hearing her say this, the bamboo pole man raised his hand to slap her. But his hand was controlled in midair by an iron-like force.
Zhong Ruanxing grabbed his arm and gave it a vicious twist. The bamboo pole man cried out in pain, reflexively letting go of the girl's hand. Zhong Ruanxing pushed back, and the weak bamboo pole man staggered and fell sitting next to the trash can outside the restroom.
The manager didn't notice Zhong Ruanxing at first. When she stepped forward, he recognized her and broke out in cold sweat. "Mr. Song, Mr. Song, don't fight, don't fight! It's not worth it! Calm down, we'll call the police right away! We'll handle this properly!"
At first he was afraid of offending the bamboo pole man, but now seeing Song JinXing, who cared about others?
The bamboo pole man didn't dare chase after the girl now that she was gone. He lay on the ground playing dead. Zhong Ruanxing was too lazy to care about him either. She glanced lightly at the sweating manager, then turned and left.
Going through the restroom hallway and just about to go down the stairs, a figure jumped out from the side, "Mr. Song!"
Zhong Ruanxing was startled. Looking up, it turned out to be Bai Yinyue.
Her eyes were bright and she was smiling like a crescent moon, "Very cool just now, Mr. Song."
Zhong Ruanxing did not expect to run into her here. "You..."
Bai Yinyue probably realized she was a bit abrupt, and instantly turned back into the polite and cultivated lady she was on the plane. She smiled, "I was having dinner with friends here and just heard someone bullying others. I was going to go take a look, but Mr. Song was faster than me, a heroic rescuer."
Zhong Ruanxing didn't know what to say.
She certainly couldn't say girls help girls.
Even if it was her own body encountering this situation, she would absolutely not sit idly by, not to mention she was using Song JinXing's body now.
But in Bai Yinyue's eyes, her gentleness and chivalry were truly captivating.
Bai Yinyue smiled graciously, "We only parted briefly on the plane last time, yet met again here by chance today. It seems Mr. Song and I truly have an affinity. I wonder if Mr. Song would be willing to honor me with having dinner together tonight?"
Last time when Zhong Ruanxing went to Shanghai, she had asked Song JinXing about his attitude towards this matchmaking prospect, and he had clearly expressed refusal.
So now Zhong Ruanxing could only say, "Sorry, I have to go back to the company to deal with some work later."
There was a flash of disappointment in Bai Yinyue's eyes, but she still smiled, "It's alright, we can set a time when Mr. Song is free next time. I'll be going first then. See you next time, Mr. Song."
She waved and left quite briskly.
Zhong Ruanxing actually felt that Song JinXing's matchmaking prospect was quite persistent.
She didn't want to put it too bluntly to avoid hurting the girl's self-esteem. But two rejections to meet up, most people could understand her meaning. Yet Bai Yinyue still said to set a time next time, clearly not someone who would give up easily.
Sure enough, the next day right after finishing a meeting, Zhong Ruanxing received a call from Song Grandpa.
He started roaring as soon as he picked up, "You little brat! I told you to go have a meal with the Bai girl months ago. When are you finally going?!"
Zhong Ruanxing brought out the standard lines to stall relatives pestering for marriage: "Grandpa, I don't want to be matched, I just want to manage the company well. And Miss Bai and I are not suitable."
Song Grandpa sneered coldly, "It's not up to you to decide if you are suitable or not with one sentence! It's just a meal, not your life. Missing this bit of time won't affect managing the company! Even if you don't like her, at least meet her face to face and make it clear. What kind of man runs away like that?"
Zhong Ruanxing: "..."
Grandpa was quite modern.
She conceded, "Alright, I'll arrange to meet her."
When she mentioned this to Song JinXing that night, Song JinXing thought for a moment and agreed with Grandpa's words, "Meeting her once to make things clear is good."
Lying in bed with the phone, Zhong Ruanxing said sarcastically, "I wonder who attracted all these romantic prospects, and now I have to help him resolve it."
Song JinXing was silent for a while. "It was you who attracted them, right?"
Zhong Ruanxing: "?"
Was it...?
