After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Manhattan, New York.

A detached villa located next to the central garden.

Sitting at the dining table was a little girl who looked about five or six years old. She had dark eyes, fair skin, and delicate and cute facial features.

There was Chinese-style ramen in front of her, with green vegetables and green leaves on it, but the little girl probably didn't know how to use chopsticks yet, so it seemed very difficult to eat the noodles. It took her a long time to pick one and put it in her mouth.

The Filipino maid came over and wiped his mouth. Just when he was about to say something, a voice came from the stairs nearby. Zhuang Manqing came down from upstairs wearing silk pajamas.

Filipino maid: "Miss Zhuang."

"Yes." Zhuang Manqing nodded and said as he passed by the little girl: "Do your own thing. Don't help her."

The little girl seemed a little aggrieved, with tears in her eyes. She looked up at her mother, her mouth pursed, and she looked extremely pitiful.

But Zhuang Manqing was unmoved at all. He sat down opposite the little girl, took a sip of the milk at hand and said: "Chinese people can use chopsticks. If you don't know how, you will be laughed at when you return home in a few days." of."

After Zhuang Manqing finished speaking, the little girl seemed to think about her words carefully, and then continued to pick up her small chopsticks and try hard to pick up the noodles in the bowl in front of her.

After breakfast, Zhuang Manqing went upstairs and changed her clothes before going out. While changing her shoes at the door, she told the Filipino maid: "I will make an appointment with someone to pack my luggage later. Then I will tell them according to the classification I told you. If you don’t understand, call me and ask, don’t make any mistake.”

The Filipino maid nodded, and Zhuang Manqing bent down and kissed the little girl who came over: "Practice your Chinese well, I will check."

"Okay." The little girl nodded obediently: "Mom, when will we go back?"

"It will be soon." Zhuang Manqing said with a smile: "We will return to China after mom finishes handling the matters here."

After going out, Zhuang Manqing opened the car parked in the yard, started it, connected to Bluetooth and made a call.

A few seconds later the call was answered: "Mr. Zhuang."

"How is Sonoshima's information sorted out?"

"It's been placed on your desk."

"Yes." Zhuang Manqing nodded: "You can contact the person in charge of the project. If you have any news, tell me as soon as possible."

Zhuang Manqing gave some other instructions, and after hanging up the phone, she made another cross-country long distance call.

This time the bell rang for a long time before the call was answered: "Sister."

Zhuang Lin's voice sounded lackluster and weak, and her voice was even a little hoarse.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhuang Manqing asked.

"No." Zhuang Lin obviously didn't want to say more.

Zhuang Manqing did not ask any more questions, but spoke directly: "Have you and Shang Ji decided on a wedding date? I will return to China with Duo'er next month. If you and mom want anything, you can tell me."

After Zhuang Manqing finished speaking, Zhuang Lin on the other end of the phone whispered for a while: "The wedding is cancelled."

Zhuang Manqing's fingers holding the steering wheel paused, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was obviously worried: "What's going on?"

……

When Song Xi'er came out of the store, she saw He Zixuan and Shang Ji standing side by side in the elevator. Yang Ming stood behind Shang Ji. He Zixuan raised his hand to press the door button and saw her hurriedly waving: "Come in quickly."

Song Xier wanted to wait for the next class, but He Zixuan kept pressing the door button and waiting for her.

Song Xier hesitated and stood there without moving.

Shang Ji glanced at his watch, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to show a hint of impatience.

When Qi Xiaorui and Song Xi'er separated just now, they said that a friend was looking for them. Song Xi'er guessed that it was Shang Ji.

Seeing the impatience on the other party's face, Song Xi'er naturally felt that Shang Ji was anxious because he was rushing to see Qi Xiaorui.

Thinking about it, she pursed her lips and finally walked in.

When He Zixuan saw someone coming in, he finally let go of his hand, held Song Xi'er's arm and pulled her aside, making her stand against the elevator wall. At the same time, he asked: "What are you thinking about? Stand still."

"...No." Song Xier's voice was very low.

Even so, because the elevator was too quiet, her voice sounded very clear.

He Zixuan turned slightly sideways, facing Song Xier's direction, and lowered his eyes on her face.

"What to eat?" He Zixuan asked, "I know a good hot pot restaurant, should you try it?"

Song Xier shook her head: "No, I'm going home."

"What?" He Zixuan raised his eyebrows: "I remember that you used to like hot pot, but now you have changed your taste?"

Song Xi'er was a little surprised and asked subconsciously: "How do you know?"

"Secret." He Zixuan laughed: "Go ahead, I'll let Xiao Pan locate it."

Xiao Pan is He Zixuan's assistant. He had already taken out his mobile phone while speaking.

Song Xi'er wanted to stop it, but He Zixuan held up his phone to show her the message that had been sent: "It's agreed."

Song Xi'er really didn't want to go, and with He Zixuan's status, she didn't want to go even more.

She didn't want to be surrounded by his fans again like that day in the hospital.

"I really don't want to go." He Zixuan looked at Song Xi'er's frown, with a hurt expression on his face: "I remember you wrote me a love letter before, but I didn't expect that I want to have a meal with you after we haven't seen each other for so many years. It doesn’t work anymore.”

He Zixuan said these words with a teasing smile, in a very relaxed and casual tone.

But when he finished speaking, the air in the already quiet elevator seemed to be suddenly pulled out, suffocating and dull. Along with it, the surrounding temperature continued to drop. In a short period of time, it was as if the air conditioner was turned on in the elevator. One wants to shiver.

Song Xier's face showed obvious surprise and panic because of He Zixuan's words, and then reflexively looked at Shang Ji aside.

The latter happened to turn his head and look towards her at this time. His dark pupils were like ice sculptures stained with ink, too cold to be objects on a living person.

Song Xi'er's heart suddenly jumped hard, and her trembling pupils showed a trace of guilt and nervousness as her secret was revealed.

"...Stop joking." Song Xi'er forced herself to look away, and pinched her thigh hard with the hand hanging by her side.

Don't panic, Song Xi'er!

calm down!

He Zixuan stared at Song Xi'er's face and suddenly asked after a few seconds: "Song Xi'er, have you forgotten that you wrote me a love letter?"

Song Xi'er was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then nodded, her voice as low as possible: "It's been too long... I don't remember it anymore."

Yang Ming, who was standing in the corner at the back, clearly felt that his breathing was getting tighter with the conversation between Song Xi'er and He Zixuan, and his entire face showed a look of astonishment due to extreme surprise.

He looked up at his boss standing in front of him. Although he couldn't see his face, Yang Ming could guess the expression on his boss's face just from the indifferent look on the back of his head.

He never expected that there was such a relationship between He Zixuan and Miss Xi'er.

"Then your memory is really bad." He Zixuan said, "But I have a good memory. I still remember the sentence you wrote -"

Song Xi'er suddenly raised her head, her whole face was red, and her voice became louder unconsciously: "Stop talking!"

He Zixuan was stunned.

Then I heard a soft laugh coming from behind.