Cheng Yaowen's face changed instantly.
He was usually good at pretending, even if he was angry, his face would still have a smiling expression. But he didn't expect that he would be seen through by the woman in front of him with just a few words.
The next sentence was almost squeezed out between his teeth: "It seems my junior sister is very concerned about me, otherwise how would she know about the Shi Rong Corporation factory incident."
Song JinXing smiled slightly: "I can't help it, it was in the news, listed by the government as the number one negative example for a crackdown. Even if I didn't want to pay attention, it was unavoidable."
At this moment, Cheng Yaowen just wanted to strangle this woman.
Suddenly, an overbearing voice inserted from behind: "Yaowen, what are you doing here?"
Cheng Yaowen closed his eyes. His mother had already walked to his side, looking at Song JinXing with dissatisfaction: "What did you say to my son?"
Song JinXing glanced at her indifferently, turned around with the champagne glass and left. Cheng's mother was so angry that smoke was almost coming out of her head. She immediately wanted to rush over and grab him: "What's your attitude? You--"
Cheng Yaowen was already extremely annoyed by Song JinXing's few words. Now seeing his mother's stubborn attitude again, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Mom!"
When yelled at by her son, Cheng's mother turned back unwillingly: "What? You want to stop me? Look at her attitude! Let me tell you Yaowen, I've seen many women like her, none of them are good..."
Cheng Yaowen looked at her expressionlessly.
When her son didn't smile, Cheng's mother always felt a little scared, and involuntarily swallowed the words that followed.
After a long pause, she saw her son put on his usual smile: "Alright, go find Aunt Liu and the others." Although he was smiling, his tone did not allow for objection: "Don't make trouble for her."
Cheng's mother was a little anxious: "Son, that woman is just an indecent actress. Don't tell me you really have feelings for her..."
Seeing Cheng Yaowen's gaze, she shut up.
After Cheng's mother left reluctantly, Cheng Yaowen's eyes looked for "Zhong Ruanxing" again, but could no longer find her figure. He had put so much effort into organizing this banquet, and invited her to come, but not only did he not even add her on WeChat, he was also mocked by her. Cheng Yaowen felt extremely aggrieved.
Only then did he realize that this woman was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined, far more difficult to get close to.
When he was investigating her earlier, he found out that Song Lecheng from the Song family had pestered her for a long time. Irreconcilable contradictions arose between them, which led to her resources being suppressed all these years.
In Cheng Yaowen's eyes, Song Lecheng was just a useless, idle playboy. With Song JinXing in the Song family, it was not Song Lecheng's turn to handle anything.
When he saw the information, he even laughed at Song Lecheng for having fanciful thoughts. A beauty like Zhong Ruanxing deserved to be matched with a true heir like himself who really had strength.
But now it seemed that in Zhong Ruanxing's eyes, he was no different from that hooligan Song Lecheng.
With Song Lecheng's negative example right in front of him, if you can't get it you destroy it. Had so many years of Song Lecheng's suppression made Zhong Ruanxing yield even a little? She held her noble head high, still living so beautifully and dazzlingly.
Cheng Yaowen's reason returned. He pressed down on the fleeting dark thoughts that had just risen from the bottom of his heart.
He could not learn from Song Lecheng. He had to let Zhong Ruanxing see the difference between him and her other suitors.
He had always disdained using power to coerce women. He preferred women to voluntarily crawl into his bed.
After figuring this out, Cheng Yaowen's mood improved again. A waiter walked by with a tray, and he took a glass of champagne and turned around. Seeing a familiar face not far away, he raised his eyebrows and walked over: "Junior sister, long time no see."
Bai Yinyue was chatting with the person next to her. Hearing the sound, she looked up and smiled back: "Yo, Brother Cheng, it really has been a long time."
Cheng Yaowen and Bai Yinyue were born with golden keys as the standard second generation successors of wealthy families. From kindergarten to elementary, middle and high schools, they had been in the same school all along, with Cheng Yaowen one grade above her. Not until university did they go to different countries to study abroad. Calling her junior sister was quite appropriate.
Cheng Yaowen clinked glasses with her: "Thanks for taking the time to attend my teacher's birthday banquet."
Bai Yinyue smiled: "I thought Chairman Cheng would go on stage to show off his violin skills during the performance segment. I heard you won first prize in an international violin competition when you were abroad. I haven't congratulated you yet."
Cheng Yaowen said modestly: "Just an empty reputation. As my teacher's disciple, I still have a long way to go. What are you up to these days?"
Bai Yinyue shrugged: "Same old, eating, sleeping, slacking. You know me, I've never had big ambitions."
Cheng Yaowen smiled: "You're too modest. I heard you held your own national painting exhibition tour last year. Remember to invite me next time."
Bai Yinyue said: "Sure."
After chatting for a few sentences, Cheng Yaowen suddenly asked: "I heard you've been meeting the young chairman of the Song Corporation for matchmaking. Are the Bai and Song families planning a marriage alliance?"
The smile in Bai Yinyue's eyes faded slightly. "Just friends, Chairman Cheng is being too gossipy. But I saw your mother's expression was very ugly when you were talking with that beautiful lady earlier. Chairman Cheng, you'd better not hurt innocent girls because of your own philandering ways. Recently, you should pay more attention to your mother's well-being."
Cheng Yaowen was still smiling: "Thank you for your concern, junior sister."
But he didn't say any more to her, and walked away holding his wine glass.
After three rounds of wine, the symphony orchestra invited to the banquet hall stage began playing the violin. Song JinXing bid farewell to Wen Shuyi after listening to a song, then left.
He had always disliked such occasions, and rested for a while after returning to the car. He called Ran Ting and asked her to send a driver to drive.
Now that Zhong Ruanxing's team was fully equipped, from drivers to assistants, if Ran Ting didn't know he lived with his parents, she would have wanted to find a 24-hour comprehensive life assistant for him.
After contacting Ran Ting, Zhong Ruanxing happened to call.
At this time, she was taking an afternoon nap, lying lazily on the leather sofa in her office: "How was the banquet?"
Hearing her relaxed voice, Song JinXing's mood eased a lot too: "Pretty good, your teacher is very nice."
Zhong Ruanxing laughed: "Of course, otherwise he wouldn't be so respected. By the way, Cheng Yaowen didn't give you a hard time, did he?"
Song JinXing smiled: "No."
But Zhong Ruanxing didn't believe it: "If anything happens, you have to tell me. We are one now, we have to face things together."
Hearing her say this, he felt very happy in his heart, and paused for a while before making the smile in his voice less obvious: "It's no big deal. Ask Fu Ling to investigate all the projects Shi Rong Real Estate is currently contacting and carrying out. He knows what to do."
Zhong Ruanxing sounded a little excited: "Are we going to make trouble? When the weather turns cool, Shi Rong goes bankrupt?"
Song JinXing: "When the weather turns cool, Shi Rong goes bankrupt?"
Zhong Ruanxing cleared her throat and said in a low, boss-exclusive voice: "The weather has turned cool, it's time for Shi Rong Corporation to go bankrupt."
Song JinXing was genuinely amused by her, chuckling for a good while before saying: "Wanting to bankrupt Shi Rong in a short time is probably unrealistic. But we can give Cheng Yaowen some things to do."
So he doesn't keep thinking about people he shouldn't be thinking about all day.
