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

Shang Ji tightened the coat he was draping over the girl, then turned around. When he looked at the person who was speaking with his dignified and cold face, a flash of coldness and impatience in his eyes made the person who was speaking unconsciously take a step back.

Shang Ji has an innate temperament of a superior, and his handsome face is both flamboyant and arrogant.

He raised his hand, touched a cigarette and lit it, then glanced at the people around him: "You haven't even grown all your hair yet and you're already here learning to bully others?"

The man was humiliated and his face turned red. He cursed and was about to start fighting.

As a result, Shang Ji easily grabbed his wrist when he raised his hand halfway. Then he didn't know how to move, and there was a "crack" sound of bones dislocated. The boy immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The girl put on the clothes given by Shang Ji and stepped back to stand in the corner, looking up at Shang Ji as he easily dealt with the boys who were unwilling to accept the defeat and wanted to fight him.

The other girls were a little angry at first, but when they saw Shang Ji's face and his quick and decisive movements, where he easily dealt with several tall boys who were about to chase him away with just one hand, holding a cigarette, the anger in their eyes immediately turned into admiration that could not be concealed.

They were all fragile students without any fighting power. Shang Ji dealt with them effortlessly and his cigarette was not even half lit.

He ignored the female students who were ready to come forward and turned to walk towards the girl standing in the corner.

Shang Ji's face was expressionless. His eyes fell on the girl's red and swollen face. He paused and said, "If you don't want to be bullied, then make yourself capable of not being bullied."

"If you're not convinced, fight back. You can treat them the way they treat you. Although tit-for-tat is not recommended, it feels good. You can try it if you have the chance."

After Shang Ji finished speaking, he put out the cigarette in his hand on the trash can beside him, then turned and walked towards the elevator not far away.

"That sketch is of me." Shang Ji looked at Song Xier in front of him steadily: "It was never He Zixuan, was it?"

He looked at her with burning eyes. Although he already knew it when he saw the coat, he still insisted on getting an answer from Song Xier.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." Shang Ji apologized gently, "I shouldn't have forgotten."

"You don't have to say sorry to me." Song Xier finally spoke: "I never had time to say thank you for what happened back then."

"Thank you for your help then."

Thank you for your words at that time.

Shang Ji held her hand tightly and said, "So, the sketch is of me, right?"

He held her tightly, not letting her hide or leave, his eyes were direct and passionate.

"Answer me, yes or no?"

There was silence all around. Song Xier pursed her lips and finally spoke after a long while: "Yes."

She said, "It's you."

Her voice was very soft, but to Shang Ji it sounded like a huge rock hitting his heart, making him feel muffled and painful.

What was more of it was an indescribable ecstasy.

He looked at her excitedly, and without waiting for her to say anything, he raised his hands and hugged her tightly in his arms.

His arms were so tight that Song Xier could hardly breathe.

She coughed lightly, and Shang Ji let go of her hand immediately after hearing it: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Song Xier raised her eyes: "Let me go first."

Shang Ji let the man go after hearing that. Song Xier stood up quickly and said, "I think you are sober now. Call Assistant Yang and ask him to pick you up. I'll leave first."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. Shang Ji quickly grabbed her hand. The man who didn't look drunk at all the previous second suddenly swayed and leaned against Song Xier weakly, using the force he had used to pull her.

"I feel dizzy." He said as he put his arms around Song Xier.

"You..." Song Xier's face turned red. She pushed the man away several times but failed. Finally, she had no choice but to pull the man up from the sofa, put his arm on her shoulders and walked out.

Shang Ji was tall and had long legs, so if all the gravity was on Song Xier, she would naturally not be able to bear it, so he just half leaned on her, sticking tightly to her, while actually walking out.

Even so, Song Xier still had a hard time supporting him.

Song Xier couldn't get through to Yang Ming on the phone, so she had to call a car herself and then sent Shang Ji to Jingwan.

When we were finally going upstairs, the security guard probably couldn't bear it anymore and came over to help.

By the time she finally got the man to bed, Song Xier was already sweating from exhaustion.

She supported herself on the bed and tried to get up, but Shang Ji held her waist and refused to let go.

"business--"

After saying just one word, Shang Ji hugged her and turned over, then took Song Xier to the bed and held her tightly in his arms.

"Go to sleep." He rubbed his head against her neck, then hugged her in his arms, then bent down and kissed her forehead.

Song Xier's body froze, feeling the breath in her nostrils. The cool fragrance of cedar mixed with a hint of tobacco and alcohol was a smell that belonged only to Shang Ji.

It was strong and hot, rushing towards her whole body with great force, leaving her no room to hide or resist.

Song Xier blinked her eyes, looking at the face so close to her, and her breathing unconsciously slowed down.

The bedroom was silent as the two of them embraced each other face to face, their breaths entangled, intimate and inseparable.

"Xier." Shang Ji suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Song Xier lowered her eyes slightly.

The next second he spoke again: "I love you."

She suddenly raised her drooping eyes, with an undisguised look of surprise in them.

Shang Ji didn't know whether he was awake or drunk and talking in his sleep. He tightened his hands on Song Xier's waist, as if he wanted to rub the person in front of him into his body.

At the same time, he repeated: "Song Xier, I love you."

……

When Song Xier woke up the next day, Shang Ji was no longer in bed, but the quilt and pillow were filled with his scent.

Including the memories that suddenly emerged in her mind, the scenes before she fell asleep in his arms last night.

...Shang Ji said that he loved her.

Song Xier blinked and for a moment thought she was dreaming.

After all, the word love was one she had fantasized about countless times, but later she realized she would never hear it again.

She didn't know what was going on with Shang Ji during this period of time, or whether he wanted to play with her again.

Song Xier admitted that she couldn't control her inner fluctuations last night because she had not yet had time to forget Shang Ji from the bottom of her heart.

But she didn't dare to believe anything he said anymore, for she was afraid that she would become a joke again.

Song Xier threw back the quilt and got out of bed. Just as she was about to take a shower, she suddenly saw a sticky note stuck on the alarm clock on the bedside table. She recognized the vigorous handwriting on it at a glance. It was from Shang Ji.

"I have something to do outside. You should get some more sleep. Don't worry about the hospital. I will wake up your aunt. As for what I said last night, you were not dreaming, and I was not drunk. Every word I said was sincere. I know you don't believe it, but I am willing to spend the rest of my life to prove it to you."

Signature: Your loving future husband.

……

Business.

The weather is very good today. After dinner, Shang Ji accompanied the old man outside to bask in the sun for a while.

Shang Ji had just finished talking to the old man when Shang Zhenglin came over.

"Second uncle." Shang Ji called out.

It was just time for lunch break. The old man was tired and still angry with Shang Zhenglin, so he didn't say much. The housekeeper came over and took him from Shang Ji and went back to his room for lunch break.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and there was tea on the table brought by the servant.

Shang Zhenglin sat down and took a sip. Shang Ji leaned back in his chair in a leisurely manner. His angular facial features exuded a crystal-clear texture under the sunlight, and the side facing away from the light seemed a little cold.

"I heard that Shang Mingyu wants a divorce." Shang Ji suddenly said, "It seems that he discovered that his sister-in-law was cheating on him."

Shang Zhenglin paused while drinking his tea and said nothing.

"I don't know how he found out." Shang Ji said lightly, "Second Uncle has always loved us younger generations. Shang Mingyu's divorce made quite a big fuss this time, and Grandpa is very angry. How about Second Uncle go and persuade him?"

Shang Zhenglin: "It's not good for me to interfere in the affairs of the young couple. Whether to divorce or not depends on the parties involved."

"Really?" Shang Ji laughed, "I thought my second uncle and my sister-in-law were very familiar with each other. After all, I have seen my sister-in-law talking to my second uncle several times before."

Shang Zhenglin: "We just happened to meet."

Shang Ji narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything else. Instead, he changed the subject: "By the way, did Xier tell Second Uncle? There was a problem with the paternity test between her and Song Changhai."

Shang Zhenglin's face flashed with obvious surprise.

"Song Changhai is not Xier's biological father." Shang Ji looked at Shang Zhenglin and said with a smile: "Xier's biological father is named Song Jingshan."

Shang Zhenglin's grip on the teacup suddenly tightened: "Song Jingshan?"

"Yes, he is Mr. Song Wenyuan's youngest son." Shang Ji said, "He is also the one that Aunt Su has always been thinking about. Now that the Song family knows Xier's identity, Mr. Song has decided to hold a family recognition banquet for Xier."

Shang Zhenglin frowned slightly and said nothing.

"Although Aunt Su is in a coma now, Xier has found her relatives. The Song family was very happy to learn about Xier's existence, so there is no need to trouble Second Uncle to take care of her in the future."

Su Mei is in a coma. Since she has not divorced Shang Zhenglin yet, Song Xier is still Shang Zhenglin's daughter in name.

But now it’s different. If the Song family recognizes Song Xier, then Song Xier will be Song Wenyuan’s granddaughter and the eldest daughter of the Song family.

As for Shang Zhenglin...

"I think Second Uncle should sign the divorce agreement with Aunt Su as soon as possible. This will also prevent Xier from being gossiped about by people with ulterior motives when she returns to the Song family."

"And Mr. Song also knows about your divorce with Aunt Su. He told me that if possible, he would help Aunt Su find a lawyer to file a divorce lawsuit against you."

"If it really comes to that, it will not look good for both sides."

After Shang Ji finished speaking, Shang Zhenglin looked up at him, and the gentleness on his face slowly disappeared. Although the change was not big, but if you look closely, his eyes seem to be different from before.

He looked at Shang Ji steadily, and after a while he chuckled: "Why, are you really in love with him?"

"Want to marry Xi'er?"

Shang Ji also smiled: "Since you like me, we should get married naturally."

Shang Zhenglin: "Are you sure you can get Dad to give in?"

Shang Ji had a smile on his face from beginning to end: "He has always been looking forward to having a great-grandson. Without a granddaughter-in-law, how can there be a great-grandson?"

Shang Zhenglin didn't say anything this time, just looked at Shang Ji.

"How's the investigation into Xiaomei going?" he suddenly asked.

"That's about it." Shang Ji replied: "We have basically figured out why Aunt Su fell into a coma."

Shang Zhenglin asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, we need to wake Aunt Su up." Shang Ji's eyes flashed with tenderness: "Xi'er is very worried. She has lost a lot of weight during this period."

He paused, then added: "As long as Aunt Su can wake up, nothing else will matter."

Shang Zhenglin sat there quietly for a while, then laughed and said, "He will wake up."

Shang Ji put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Thank you for your good words, second uncle."

……

A month later.

Song Xier packed her things and came out of the station. When she looked up, she saw Shang Ji waiting at the door.

The latter was holding a bouquet of flowers, bright and ostentatious, his tall and straight figure half leaning against the car window, his eyes lowered, holding his mobile phone and sending a message to someone.

The man has a noble and reserved temperament, and his face is more eye-catching than any male celebrity walking on the red carpet. Men and women passing by can't help but stare at him.

There were several young girls who were even saying something with red faces, and they looked like they wanted to come forward.

Song Xier withdrew her gaze, changed direction, and prepared to walk towards the bus stop nearby.

Just at this moment, Shang Ji looked up at her, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and then he walked towards Song Xier with the flower in his arms.

Song Xier was stopped in her tracks. She looked up with an embarrassed blush and said in a choked voice, "Why are you so idle? Don't you have to go to work?"

These days, every day after work, Song Xier would see Shang Ji waiting for her downstairs with flowers in his arms. Sometimes, when he was busy and couldn't come over, he would send flowers to her.

She had said it several times, but Shang Ji didn't listen.

She even said as if it was a matter of course: "I am pursuing someone. If I am not diligent, what will happen if the child is born without a father?"

If he was just playing around, with Shang Ji's identity, no matter how much he played, he would not rush to be a father to "someone else's child".

But Shang Ji's various actions in the past month told Song Xier that he was really rushing to do it.

Not only was he eager to get going, he was even looking forward to the birth of the baby in Song Xier's belly, and even added a lot of baby supplies to the house.

"You are the boss after all, so you do have some privileges." Shang Ji said as he stuffed the flowers in his hand into Song Xier's arms, then put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the car.

Song Xier never got into Shang Ji's car. This time, when she was about to refuse, Shang Ji suddenly said, "Aunt Su is awake."

Shang Ji paused for a moment, then raised his head in delight after realizing what was happening: "Are you serious? My mom...she, she really woke up?"

"Yes." Shang Ji's eyes were gentle: "The doctor is examining her now. I'll take you there."

Almost instantly, Song Xier couldn't control her tears and nodded with a trembling voice: "Okay."

Shang Ji took her to the car, and after they sat down, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said in a gentle voice: "Didn't I say that I would make Aunt Su wake up? I will definitely keep my word."

Unspeakable joy squeezed Song Xier's chest madly. She looked at Shang Ji who kept nodding his head. She wanted to say something, but she was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. Her tears fell harder and harder.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang several times in succession.

Song Xier wiped her tears and took out her mobile phone. She saw several hot push notifications on the screen, among which the words C Group and Huo Jingyao were particularly eye-catching.

"The police have cracked the chip in the necklace. It's evidence of C Group's smuggling over the years." Shang Ji said as he wiped the tears from Song Xier's face, "Song Jingshan and Song Hao are the same person. Your father used the alias Song Hao to go undercover in C Group to look for evidence of Huo Jingyao's crimes."

"That's where he met Aunt Su. When he knew something was going to happen, he secretly put the chip into the pendant of a necklace and gave it to your mother."

Shang Ji held Song Xier's face and said, "Xier, your father is a hero."

Song Xier blinked her tearful eyelashes gently, and tears welled up in her already red eyes again. She cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

At this moment, Song Xier finally understood what Su Mei meant by the very good person.

I also understand why my mother has been obsessed with the pocket watch with the bullet hole for so many years. She feels both nostalgic and sad. She has been hiding it secretly, wanting to look at it but not daring to.

What Shang Ji didn't say was that Song Hao, also known as Song Jingshan, was discovered by Huo Jingyao at that time. Su Mei was at the scene when the accident happened. Su Mei witnessed the death of her lover with her own eyes, and Song Jingshan finally died in Su Mei's arms.

Song Xier cried bitterly. Thinking of her mother who had finally woken up and the father she had never met whom Shang Ji had told her about, the more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and her tears could not stop flowing.

Shang Ji couldn't wipe it all off, so he just lowered his head and kissed her face over and over again, his salty tears carrying joy and sorrow.

Shang Ji finally hugged her in his arms, lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head, his voice gentle and distressed: "Okay, don't cry, dear."

"I'm here. I'll always be by your side. No matter how you chase me away, I won't leave, okay?"

Song Xier was choking with sobs and unable to speak, she just buried her face deeply in his arms.

"Xier, I love you." Shang Ji hugged the person in his arms tightly: "I will love you forever."

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