Is he young while my sister is no longer young?

  The company's underground parking garage.

  "You guys go first." Song Qing covered his phone and whispered to Liang Yi and Song Min to head to the company first.

  "I'll come down at noon to find you for lunch." Liang Yiyu pulled Song Min's arm, chatting and laughing as they walked towards the elevator.

  A car suddenly rushed out from a slanting parking space and another one slid into it.

  The sound of the tire screeching on the ground was ear-piercing, and both Song Min and Liang Yi were startled.

  "Are you sick?" Liang Yizheng rushed up and smashed the car.

  Song Min grabbed her.

  The car door opened, and a man wearing sunglasses got out, his movements exaggerated, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, exuding a strong "killa" vibe.

  Liang Yi burst out laughing with a "puh" sound, really, this over-the-top acting skill can be seen at a glance that it's forcing a strong and domineering CEO image, it's simply dazzling, just like a peacock spreading its tail, and he still feels good about himself.

  Scumbag? Song Min's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he realized who the man was. This place really is small, to actually run into a scumbag.

  It's true that ugly people often behave strangely.

  The scumbag obviously still remembered the humiliation of being splashed with wine by Song Min last time, and provocatively raised his chin at Song Min, put his hands in his pockets, and deliberately bumped into Song Min when they passed each other, glancing at Song Min and saying "A good dog doesn't block the way."

  Then she walked away with a swaying figure.

  "Lying down......" Liang Yi suppressed his urge to curse and touched Song Min's forehead, "Is anything wrong?"

  Song Min shook his head.

  "What's with this quality?" Liang Yichong, a scumbag, turned around and rolled his eyes, acting as if he was some kind of heavenly king, so why wasn't he flying high in the sky? What was he still doing on earth?

  "Hey, Song Song, do you know that guy?" Liang Yi saw the scumbag seemed to be intentionally not getting along with Song Min.

  "My good friend's ex-boyfriend, a scumbag." Song Min paused, "Last time I splashed him with a cup of wine."

  "Look at his arrogant attitude, you'd better be careful in the company."

  At noon, Song Min had lunch with several interns in the company's canteen.

  The scumbag swaggered over and sat down in the seat next to Song Min, picking up the work badge hanging from Song Min's neck. "Tsk tsk, Finance Department?"

  Song Min expressionlessly pulled back his work badge, put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, originally had no appetite, seeing the scumbag made him feel nauseous and want to vomit. Song Min held back his nausea, swallowed the rice in his mouth, then put down his chopsticks, picked up his tray, and bid farewell to those interns, "I'm done eating, I'll leave first."

  The scumbag smiled with an air of sly charm.

  Song Min silently asked the vast sky, how could there be such a pretentious creature in this world that even Mars wouldn't have?

  In the afternoon when they were free, several interns gathered in the pantry chatting idly.

  "Which school are you all from?" A girl holding a cup looked at her companions with anger, "I am from M University."

  There were five of them assigned to the finance department for internship, probably because they were close in age. After spending a morning together, everyone felt that they got along well and quickly became inseparable.

  "I'm F's." Another girl brewed a cup of coffee, and the whole tea room was filled with the aroma of coffee.

  Song Min suddenly felt hungry after sniffing and sniffing.

  "What about Song Min?"

  "South Big." Song Min rummaged through the small cabinet in the tea house, found that the flower and grass tea was not bad, so he took a pack to brew.

  "How did you end up in F city?" asked the girl who was making coffee curiously.

  Adding Song Min, there are three girls in total. The other two girls are very enthusiastic and friendly, without any comparison or rivalry between them, making Song Min feel very comfortable with them.

  "My home is in F city." Song Min couldn't help but laugh and went to the hot water dispenser with a cup to make tea.

  "Wow, so good." Another girl looked envious and turned to ask the two boys, "How about you?"

  "We two are also F University's."

  "What a coincidence?" The girl who was making coffee looked at the two boys in surprise.

  Someone else came into the pantry, Song Min shifted forward a bit, afraid of blocking someone's way.

  That person bumped into Song Min forcefully as he was passing by behind him.

  "Ah!" Song Min took a step forward, knocking over his cup and spilling scalding hot water all over the back of his hand.

  Song Min's eyes turned red in an instant, his hand was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and blisters had already appeared.

  Those two girls put down their cups and immediately pulled Song Min under the cold water for a rinse.

  Song Min bit his lower lip, his whole body stiffened with pain.

  The scumbag has achieved his goal and is about to slip away as if nothing happened.

  "What's wrong with you, hitting people?" A boy grabbed hold of the scoundrel who was about to leave.

  "Oh, I didn't mean to." The scumbag's face showed a very casual expression, without any sign of apology.

  "Sorry!"

  The commotion was not small, and colleagues came over one after another.

  "It's all said and done, it wasn't intentional." The scumbag said absent-mindedly, his face expressionless, as if Song Min's injury was well-deserved.

  "Isn't it intentional and yet you don't apologize? I think you're doing it on purpose!"

  "It wasn't on purpose, what are you pulling me for?" The scumbag pushed the boy away.

  "How can you be so reckless?" Another boy pushed back, the scoundrel took a step back, "You bumped into someone and want to run away? The other person is already hurt!"

  "What's it to me if she gets hurt? She won't die anyway."

  "You!"

  "Hey, what's going on? Hero saving the beauty?" The scumbag hugged his arm, and Yuan Siyu was indeed not bad-looking, with people lining up to help her.

  "What's wrong with the hero saving the beauty? We're still bullying people!" The two boys had just come out of the university campus, and it was inevitable that they were fearless and lawless, with a strong sense of justice. Their friend, a girl, was being bullied, and they couldn't bear it.

  "What are you doing?" Seeing the two men flexing their muscles, as if they were going to fight, the scumbag took a step back and raised his voice, "Do you know who my dad is? My dad is the company's vice president! Be careful or my dad will kick you out!"

  "Oh? Are you sure?" A low and gloomy voice sounded.

  Song Qing stood at the entrance of the tea room with a stern face, while Liang Yi followed behind him, casting a sideways glance at the scoundrel before hastily entering to see how badly Song Min was injured.

  "Director Song."

  "Director Song."

  ……

  The people around him inhaled a breath of cool air, giving Song Qing and making way for the general manager. The face of the general manager really gave people a sense of "the storm is coming" oppressive feeling.

  The scumbag was already somewhat short of breath, seeing everyone's respectful attitude towards Song Qinghe, he seemed to feel that he had offended some big shot, but who made him a master of pretending to be a good hand? Everything can be lost, but face cannot be lost, and the frame cannot be lost. So the scumbag provocatively looked at Song Qinghe, "Certain!"

  Song Qinghe raised an eyebrow and took out his phone to make a call. His voice was cold enough to freeze ice, "Five minutes, meet me at the finance department."

  In less than five minutes, the HR manager came running over, panting and wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. "Mr. Song, you wanted to see me?"

  "Is this person you brought in?"

  Song Qinghe glanced at the scumbag, his eyes seemed to have a cluster of small knives made of ice shards, and his gaze was so sharp that it made the HR manager's heart skip a beat.

  The HR manager was sweating profusely, "This... this is Vice President Jiang's son..."

  "Whoever's son you are, get out of here!" Song Qinghe didn't look at the HR manager anymore, walked into the pantry, grabbed Song Min's arm, and upon seeing the blisters on her hand, frowned, turned around, and glared viciously at the scumbag, gritting his teeth: "Let your dad come see me!"

  "Second brother......" Song Min finally shed the tears he had been holding back for a long time, and it really hurt to be scalded by boiling water. He rinsed with cold water for so long before it slightly relieved.

  "Alright, Second Brother will take you to the hospital." Song Qinghe's voice was extremely gentle as he wrapped his arm around Song Min's shoulder and helped her out of the tea room. He instructed Liang Yi, "You stay in the company and help me postpone this afternoon's meeting, reschedule it for another time."

  Liáng nodded slightly.

  After Song Qing walked away, the colleagues next to him were still in a petrified state. Is this still their aloof and proud general manager who is as cold as a high mountain flower? He actually has such a gentle side...

  Song Ming had just arrived at the hospital when Vice President Jiang rushed over with the scumbag.

  There's a fresh palm print on the scumbag's face, bright red and swollen, on top of his dark and dirty complexion, it looks quite amusing.

  "We need to break the blisters first." The doctor looked at Song Min's hand and took over a disinfectant syringe.

  Song Min's eyes became moist again, and for some reason, she subconsciously felt that opening up would be super painful, so her hand retreated a few inches.

  Song Qinghe pulled her hand back and helped the doctor press down on Song Min's shoulder, comforting her, "Don't look, it doesn't hurt, Second Brother is with you."

  Song Min closed his eyes and didn't look at his own hands, his head leaning on Song Qing's shoulder, with tears welling up in the corners of his tightly shut eyes.

  The doctor quickly pricked several large blisters.

  "Alright." Song Qing gently stroked Song Min's forehead, letting her open her eyes.

  Song Min slowly opened his eyes, took a sniff, and seemed to be roughly okay.

  The doctor quickly gave Song Min medicine and bandaged him up, instructing: "Don't get wet for the next few days, change the dressing once every two days."

  Jiang Deputy General Manager apologized on one side, "General Song, I'm really sorry, my foolish son didn't know that was Miss Song."

  Song Qing sneered coldly, "What, can't I bump into anyone who isn't my sister?"

  "No, I didn't mean it like that..."

  "If the chairman finds out about this, do you think your rice bowl can be kept?" Song Qinghe was not intimidating Vice President Jiang, with his father's doting degree on Song Min, if he knew, this Vice President Jiang would have been fired by now.

  Vice President Jiang's face turned white, cold sweat pouring down his face. He had thought that just apologizing would be enough, but when he saw how much Song Qing was spoiling this girl, he began to feel uneasy. "It's my fault, it's my fault, I've failed as a father."

  "What's the point of apologizing if the police are still going to get involved?"

  "Song Zong, he's still young..."

  "Is he younger than my sister? If there are scars, it looks good?"

  "This..." Deputy Director Jiang was momentarily speechless, sweating profusely, "Director Song, considering I've been following the Chairman for so long..."

  "If this matter gets to my grandfather, the chairman won't be able to protect you." Song Qinghe had always disliked Jiang Deputy General Manager and his so-called "old men", who would use their seniority to shirk responsibility whenever something happened, and every time they would push the blame away cleanly.

  Jiang's deputy was also a sensible person, and after a brief moment of stunned silence, he hastily nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes."