Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

Shi Sheng obviously didn't want to get involved in this farce. She pursed her lips and spoke slowly to Pei Yichen: "Mr. Pei, if there is nothing else, I won't send you away and leave first."

She nodded slightly at the man, then turned and left.

Pei Yichen frowned as he watched her leave, feeling on the verge of crying.

Ye Qingqing saw that his eyes were still looking at Shi Sheng's leaving figure reluctantly, and she reached out her hand to turn his head away in dissatisfaction.

"You can't look at other women, you can only look at me!"

Pei Yichen was speechless and could only take her away from Yusheng Jewelry.

Early the next morning, Shi Sheng received an anonymous invitation letter.

The request in the letter was straightforward, without any extra courtesy, and there was no signature on the letter.

The other party asked her to go to the coffee shop next to Yusheng Jewelry at ten o'clock, if she had something to say to her.

Shi Sheng frowned and said nothing more.

Su Xian stood aside: "Mr. Xiao, do you want to go to the appointment? Could it be Mr. Song..."

Shi Sheng shook his head and was very sure that he would not do this. The person who could do this must not be familiar with her.

She decided that she would go out and meet this mysterious man for a while.

At ten o'clock, she showed up at the coffee shop on time.

"An Americano, thank you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Qingqing appeared in front of her aggressively on high heels.

"Are you Shi Sheng?"

The woman raised her head slightly and looked directly into the menacing eyes opposite her.

"Ms. Ye, what's going on? Sit down and tell me something."

Ye Qingqing originally thought that the other party would be startled by his momentum, but unexpectedly he hit the cotton with his fist.

She bit her lip and sat down opposite Shi Sheng.

"I know Pei Yichen likes you, but you have to know that I am his childhood sweetheart. If he likes you, he will not marry you. I advise you to give up as soon as possible!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

Shi Sheng's expression turned cold: "Miss Ye, I hope you can understand that I never wanted to be with Mr. Pei. He mentioned you to me and wanted to reject you through me, but I didn't agree because I’m married and pregnant with a child.”

What she said left Ye Qingqing speechless in shock: "You...what did you say! Are you married and pregnant?"

She bit her lip and muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that the information was wrong? But I can't tell at all..."

Then she raised her head again and looked at Shi Sheng thoughtfully: "You said you were going to get married? I won't believe it unless you tell me who you are married to!"

Shi Sheng was speechless after being told by Ye Qingqing. Why did this girl look so... innocent?

She originally made an excuse, but she didn't expect that the other party actually asked for the details.

She gritted her teeth, pursed her lips and said, "It's Song Wenjing, the president of Yusheng Group. Almost everyone in the circle knows about this matter. If you don't believe me, you can go check it out."

Ye Qingqing looked very strange when he heard this: "You...you and Song Wenjing? How did I hear that he kept a little star?"

Shi Sheng was about to say something else when a tall figure at the next table suddenly stood up and walked up to the two of them.

Song Wenjing's eyebrows were exquisite, her pen peaks were high, and her jaw was as clear as a knife. His eyes were particularly gentle as he looked at Shi Sheng, "Shengsheng, are you finally willing to admit our relationship?"

Shi Sheng suddenly became two heads tall. How could this man be here?

This embarrassing feeling is like secretly talking about others behind their backs, but being caught by others.

Ye Qingqing's mouth opened slightly: "You...you really have that kind of relationship."

Song Wenjing obviously knew Ye Qingqing opposite him. After all, everyone was in the same circle.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Qingqing's face looked a little ugly: "I thought... Shi Sheng and Pei Yichen were related, and it was okay. Now I know."

She waved her hands quickly, fearing that Song Wenjing might misunderstand.

Song Wenjing pursed her lips, turned her head and looked at Shi Sheng, her tone was very gentle: "I wonder, can I invite my wife to have lunch with me?"