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

Song Xier was caught off guard and threw herself on his chest.

"Xier." Shang Ji tightened his arms and hugged Song Xier tightly, repeating her name over and over again: "Xier, Xier..."

Song Xier tried to get up with her hands, but as soon as she exerted force, Shang Ji hugged her back.

"Don't leave..."

"Don't go, Xier."

Song Xier struggled several times with her arms, but the result was always the same. Not only did she not get up, but she hugged him tighter and tighter.

Shang Ji buried his head in Song Xier's neck, and his drunken breath sprayed on her skin, rubbing against it.

"Song Xier." He tightened his arms again: "Isn't it me that you've always liked?"

Song Xier suddenly stopped moving.

After a long while, she finally spoke: "...You are drunk, let me go."

"I saw the coat in the guest room." Shang Ji relaxed a little and looked down at Song Xier: "You left it there last time. That coat is mine, right?"

Meeting his burning gaze, Song Xier pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Why aren't you talking? That coat is mine, right? You didn't leave it there, you gave it back to me, right?"

Song Xier was uncomfortable and wanted to avoid his gaze, but Shang Ji noticed her movements and raised his hands to hold her face so that she looked at him: "Speak, okay?"

Song Xier had no choice but to nod, "Yes."

Shang Ji suddenly showed an unconcealable smile on his face: "I knew it."

"I took the wrong clothes last time I packed my luggage..."

"You're lying." Shang Ji interrupted her: "I bought that dress eight years ago and only wore it once. I haven't worn it since then."

"Because I gave that dress to someone else."

Song Xier looked down: "That Mr. Shang is really generous, giving clothes to others casually."

"Yes." Shang Ji nodded: "It was indeed quite casual at that time."

Song Xier squinted her lips, and the next second she heard Shang Ji speak again: "But for me now, he is a very important person."

Song Xier's breath suddenly stopped and she looked up at him.

"If I had known that I would like her so much, I would never have been so casual at that time. I would have gotten to know her well and, if possible, sent her back."

Song Xier's eyelashes trembled slightly, and for a moment she couldn't make out what she heard, or rather, she couldn't believe it.

She stared at him blankly, not saying anything for a long time.

"Why don't you speak?" Shang Ji looked at him and asked.

Song Xier opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out.

Say what?

She just felt that her mind was blank and she couldn't think at all.

After a while she spoke: "I don't know what you are talking about."

After she finished speaking, she wanted to push the person away, but Shang Ji simply grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

Then the next second Song Xier saw a silver lighter placed in the man's broad palm.

Song Xier was very familiar with this lighter. She had secretly taken it out and looked at it countless times before.

She was later returned to its owner.

"I really like this lighter. I always carried it with me. Later I looked for it but couldn't find it. I thought I had lost it."

"Really?" Song Xier kept her eyes down: "Now I've found it, that's good."

"Yeah." Shang Ji's eyes fell on her face: "Found it."

He held her hand and placed it on his chest: "It's not too late."

I could hear a clear heartbeat where my palm was.

Song Xier was silent for a few seconds, then raised her head and met his gaze: "Shang Ji."

"I think you must have misunderstood something." She said: "That dress and this lighter... were just an accident, there is no other meaning. Now they are returned to their original owners, which is good. Don't think too much about it."

"It was indeed an accident." Shang Ji admitted: "That's why we met so early."

Shang Ji's fingers slipped into Song Xier's fingers, making their fingers tightly clasped.

Then he put his other hand on her waist and pushed her towards him.

"Xier, the love letter you wrote back then was for me, right?" He looked at her and asked again.

Before this, Shang Ji learned from Xiao Jie that Song Xier had secretly had a crush on someone when she was in school and had even written a love letter to him. Later, when she met He Zixuan, she knew that the sketch was of He Zixuan because they looked very similar.

So Xiao Jie and everyone who saw it at that time thought it was He Zixuan.

Including Shang Ji!

But this was before Shang Ji saw the guest room's coat and the lighter inside the coat.

Shang Ji thought that he and Song Xier first met in Shangjia, but after seeing the coat, he suddenly remembered that his first meeting with Song Xier was not in Shangjia, but in an underground parking lot many years ago.

He had just returned to China not long ago and was called out by Nan Zijin for a drink. When he parked the car and got out, he saw a group of people who were deliberately dressed maturely but were actually students, gathering together to bully a girl.

The girl who was surrounded was squatting on the ground. Some of the people around her were holding up their mobile phones to record videos, some raised their hands to take off the girl's clothes, and some were just watching and laughing.

Shang Ji was not in a very good mood that day, so Nan Zijin and others asked him out for a drink.

When I looked up, I saw the girl squatting in the crowd through the gap. Her face was half lowered, her hair was disheveled, and one side of her clothes had been torn open, revealing a piece of snow-white skin. It seemed that she was about to be exposed.

The people around were very excited, and their actions and words became more and more outrageous.

A thin girl naturally cannot be a match for so many people, and even if she resists, it will be in vain.

In such a situation, the girl's hair was pulled, her clothes were almost torn off, and she was slapped and kicked.

But the expression on her face remained very calm from beginning to end, almost indifferent. When her light brown eyes looked up at the people surrounding her, the coldness in them did not look like that of a student who had been bullied so badly. There was not the slightest fear or cowardice.

Just one glance, and Shang Ji's steps towards the elevator suddenly stopped and changed direction.

Shang Ji has never been a person who meddles in other people's affairs, especially such a matter as a hero saving a damsel in distress.

But he didn't know what happened that day. He walked over, grabbed the collar of the person at the outermost edge and easily pulled him away, then bent down and pulled up the girl who was squatting on the ground.

The girl was very beautiful, more beautiful than anyone else present. There were swollen marks from being slapped on her face. The coldness in her beautiful eyes was like frost. When she raised her eyes and looked at me, I was very stunning.

Her clothes had been almost completely torn, and her hands were tightly covering her chest. When she looked up at Shang Ji, her whole body was filled with undisguised defensiveness and coldness.

The girl thought that the person who pulled her up was in cahoots with the people around them, but she was stunned when her eyes met Shang Ji's face.

Shang Ji's eyes fell on the girl's face without looking down. The next second, he raised his hand, took off his coat and put it on the girl.

A boy said, "Who are you? I advise you to mind your own business."