"Hello, Vivian."

  Song Yuqiao felt that she couldn't be petty anymore, even if she was very annoyed in her heart, she couldn't show it on her face. She took a step forward and smiled, which was absolutely considered elegant and generous.

  The noon sunlight was a bit dazzling, and a white light stretched out horizontally on the steps and under the steps. Song Yuqiao felt that this sunlight was somewhat pale, but inexplicably dazzling, and didn't know if it was the shiny pieces on Zheng Jiawei's skirt reflecting the light.

  As they entered the theater, staff had already placed chilled drinks in front of them. Song Yuqiao picked up a bottle of green tea and took two sips after twisting off the cap, trying to dispel the summer heat, while Zheng Jiawei smiled: "Don't you have mineral water? I don't drink this stuff with additives."

  Song Yuqiao was dizzy, possibly due to heatstroke, and had just gulped down two large mouthfuls of iced green tea when he heard this sentence, almost choking on his drink.

  Pei Si Cheng didn't mind, took a bottle of red tea from the staff's hand and said, "It doesn't matter, give it to me to drink."

  Zheng Jiawei shrugged, seemingly looking at Pei Si Cheng with some annoyance, "You're not unaware. Like Meng Xue, I've never bought those bottled drinks outside."

  Dream Snow?

  Song Yuqiao was walking ahead, but still heard the name that came out of Zheng Jiawei's mouth.

  This name had been heard from Huazhen's mouth before, and Song Yuqiao had also searched for it online, but didn't get complete information, only knowing that she was Zhang Menglin's sister, and Zhang Menglin always called Pei Si Cheng "sister-in-law".

  However, Song Yuqiao saw that Pei Si Cheng didn't have any reaction, and his facial expression didn't change either. He pursed his lips, perhaps he was just overthinking again.

  Lately, I've been thinking about all sorts of things in a muddled way. Maybe it's because I'm not busy enough, if I keep myself busy, I won't have these idle thoughts and wild ideas.

  It's also possible that being with Pei Sheng every day has given rise to possessive thoughts in her heart?

  Zheng Jiawei accompanied Pei Shicheng to inspect the site, and the renovation of the film studio had just begun. Working day and night, it would take at least a month.

  Zheng Jiawei tilted her head: "You brought your little girlfriend along to inspect the construction site too?"

  Pei Si Cheng gave Zheng Jia Wei a warning look: "If you say one more word, you can go rest in the hotel."

  Zheng Jiawei shrugged, "I'm more than happy to, it's just up to you, the host, to show your sincerity. You had me come all the way from another military district, only to have me stay in a hotel all day? Not even any entertainment activities are arranged for me. By the way, I still haven't gone to see Director Pei since I got back. When do I have time, I'll go pay him a visit."

  Song Yuqiao followed Pei Cheng's back, forcing his attention to shift away from Zheng Jiawei. He then asked Li Bei: "Isn't there a file for the film and television drama over there? Let me take a look."

  What Li Bei held in his hands were confidential files about the Pei family, which were not accessible to ordinary high-level managers who were not particularly trusted. Although Song Yuqiao was not yet an employee of the Pei family, she was the boss's wife after all.

  Song Yuqiao took over some documents about the decoration of the film and television drama hall from Li Bei's hand, took a look at it, she was not good at decoration, but just looking at the quotation, Zhou Yu's quotation was higher. If you only look at the quotation and the delivery of previous suppliers, there should be no problem. Now that this kind of problem has occurred, one reason is that someone has taken bribes.

  Originally, it was not necessary for Pei Sheng to appear in person, and Li Bei could have handled it instead. However, considering the construction period is expected to be relatively short and it's a large project, Pei Sheng decided to come to the construction site to take a look.

  Paisong personally went to the scene of the circuit problem, asked the person in charge of circuit control, and finally the person in charge admitted that they had indeed temporarily replaced the supplier with a batch of cheaper electrical facilities.

  The person in charge also looked embarrassed, explained the reason, and said that he actually didn't embezzle much money, just a small part, which was a momentary greed.

  But if there's a mistake, there should be a penalty. Song Yuqiao didn't know what the rules of Pei Corporation were, but he also knew that deducting fines from bonuses was probably not uncommon.

  The chairman of Zhou Yu indeed called over, and Li Bei answered it before transferring it to Pei Si Cheng.

  Song Yuqiao saw Pei Si answer the phone, but didn't know what the other person said. Pei Si coldly smiled and said, "Director Fang, this isn't a vegetable market where you can haggle over prices. I don't know what problems your company has internally, but the construction project of the movie theater was indeed contracted to you. Now that there's a problem on our end, how do we settle it?"

  The chairman of Zhouyu is sweating profusely.

  "I have already dispatched an investigation team, and I will give you a reply by 8 am tomorrow at the latest, Director Pei."

  "We await your response."

  Paisong's words are always lukewarm, even when he's angry, he can still smile and hide a knife in his words, with one sentence hiding a nail, and if you're not careful, you'll get pricked.

  Although almost all major companies want to cooperate with the Pei family, knowing that this is a piece of fat meat in their mouths, they cannot stop one cold and hard boss from sitting in town. Alternatively, in the upper circles of the business world, there is a saying that the head of the Pei family, who holds a gun, has cultivated two invisible hands in the business arena.

  The cinema was being renovated and the smell wasn't very good, Song Yuqiao couldn't stand it and told Pei Si Cheng, so they left early.

  Song Yuqiao had just taken two steps forward when he was stopped by Zheng Jiawei.

  Zheng Jiawei turned to Pei Su and said: "I'll go out first, I have something to say to Qiao."

  Song Yuqiao's footsteps slowed down slightly as she waited for Zheng Jiawei behind her.

  "Let's go, I also think the air in here is too bad. I wanted to leave just now, but I felt it was a bit pretentious for me to be so uncomfortable alone. It turns out you're the same as me, hurry up and let's get some fresh air."

  Zheng Jiawei did everything with a swift and decisive manner, not waiting for Pei Si to finish speaking, she had already pulled Song Yuqiao to jump over a pair of ceramic tiles on the ground and walked out.

  Li Bei saw that the boss in front didn't leave and asked: "Boss, are you still going to the control room?"

  "Alright, go."

  Zheng Jiawei is two years younger than Bei Pei, and she's already thirty this year. When Song Yuqiao heard about it, he felt particularly unbelievable. Indeed, compared to Zheng Qing's ex-girlfriend of the same age group, whose face showed obvious signs of makeup, Zheng Jiawei looked completely natural, like a young girl.

  "It's all because of the cosmetics, my boyfriend is willing to spend money on me," Zheng Jiawei smiled, "just a small bottle of essence, it costs tens of thousands. Your skin is good, otherwise I would recommend it to you and let Pei Si buy it for you."

  Song Yuqiao smiled slightly.

  She heard Zheng Jiawei mention that she had a boyfriend, and her heart slightly settled down. Since they weren't familiar with each other, there wasn't much to talk about, so they chatted about their respective jobs, and then talked about the one person they both knew in common, Pei Si Cheng.

  Zheng Jiawei smiled: "Pei Si Cheng is my senior, I and Meng Xue are in the same grade. When we just entered junior high school, Pei Si Cheng was already in second year of high school. At that time, it was more popular for students with good grades to skip grades, and I remember Pei Si Cheng skipped two grades."

  Song Yuqiao was more interested in Pei Sheng's student era, just like you now have someone, like someone, and want to include his past and future all in the bag, people are greedy.

  Zheng Jiawei glanced at Song Yuqiao, who was listening very seriously, and continued: "I remember that after one final exam, we ran around the playground three times, and finally lay down on the grass, exhausted."

  "Who's there?"

  Listening to Zheng Jiawei's words, Song Yuqiao's mind involuntarily conjured up three or five young people running wildly under the dark blue sky on a summer night, swinging their youth, and seeing such a picture, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.

  "There's me, Pei Si Cheng, Qi Xuan, and Meng Xue. We were the Four Musketeers back then, okay?"

  "Zi Xuan?"

  This name was the first time Song Yuqiao had heard it, she had met many of Pei Sicheng's friends, such as Gu Qingcheng whom he knew from his army days, Xue Miao whom he knew from business battles, and Lu Jingzhong and Liang Xiaoliu, although she wasn't very clear about the specifics, but she really knew that they were all good friends who could go through thick and thin together. But who was Qi Xuan? She had truly never heard of him before.

  Zheng Jiawei waved her hand: "At that time, the two had a particularly good relationship, but later broke up."

  "Why?"

  "What causes a rift between brothers? You think it's something else? Besides women, of course." Zheng Jiawei smiled, "It's just like with women, fighting over men is the same."

  "Is Meng Xue Zhang Menglin's older sister?"

  "You also know Zhang Menglin?" Zheng Jiawei raised an eyebrow, "You can tell from the name that they're close sisters, Zhang Mengxue and Zhang Menglin. Speaking of which, Zhang Menglin is really completely opposite to Mengxue's personality, I even suspect if she's born from the same mother. She's always calling out 'sister-in-law' in Pei Si's ear, I've had enough of it, I really want to seal that little demon's mouth with tape just to have some peace and quiet."

  Song Yuqiao listened to these words, her heart had already sunk a little, she hesitated for a moment, and still asked: "Then... Zhang Menglin's sister now..."

  "What's going on?"

  Pais's voice suddenly came from behind Song Yuqiao, and she was startled.

  Zheng Jiawei switched the bag from her left hand to her right hand, smiled and said: "Nothing, just those old things of yours."

  After leaving the movie theater, Zheng Jiawei originally wanted to go to a tea house for afternoon tea, but Song Yuqiao felt dizzy and seemed to have heatstroke, wanting to return and rest. Pei Si Cheng then said two sentences about Director Pei to Zheng Jiawei before bidding farewell.

  On the way back in the car, Song Yuqiao didn't say a word all the way, just staring out of the window, feeling a bit suffocated in her chest.

  However, they had originally agreed to go to the Pei family's mansion to pick up Pei Huai Yu. By the time Song Yu Hua came back to his senses, Pei Si Cheng's car had already entered the gates of Hua Yuan.

  She turned around, "Aren't we going to pick up Xiao Huo?"

  "I said I'd pick him up tonight."

  Song Yuqiao didn't want to get off the bus at first, and it was already past 4 pm when she returned home. "What's there to do?" she said. "Take me to Jinshui Apartment instead, I miss my brother."

  Song Yu-Han came back these two days, although he clearly knew that Song Shu-Ying was pregnant, he couldn't take the lead and accompany Song Yu-Han out for a stroll. Song Yu-Qiao felt that his sister wasn't doing a good enough job.

  Pais Cheng had already gotten out of the car, closing the driver's side door behind him. He walked around to the front of the car and bent down to pull Song Yuqiao out. Song Yuqiao held onto her armrests, refusing to unfasten her seatbelt: "I don't want to get out! Pais Cheng, don't think that you can solve this problem with violence this time. I won't give in! Let go of me. If you won't drive me back, I have legs and feet - can't I just walk back myself?"

  Pei Si Cheng smiled lightly and at any time, facing the thorns that inadvertently rose on Song Yu Qiao's body, he could always use gentle rain to resolve them.

  But it's really a case of one thing offsetting another, and Song Yuqiao just happens to fall for this trick.

  He first kissed Song Yuqiao's forehead, his fingers stroking the scar on her cheek, "Is it healed yet?"

  Song Yu Qiao nodded dully: "Yeah, it's about right."

  Pei Si Cheng opened the door and pulled out Song Yu Qiao, who was hugging her chest with her arms, but it took some effort to unfasten the seatbelt, after which he still carried her out of the car.

  "Peace out!"

  Song Yuqiao struggled, Pei Si Cheng's eyes deepened a few shades, and his tone also unconsciously carried a hint of coldness, "You move again, I don't mind taking you down right here."

  Song Yuqiao didn't struggle anymore, but directly turned her face away, no longer looking at Pei Si Cheng.

  They didn't stop until they reached the door, where Pei Ci Xian let Song Yu Qiao put her hand on the password lock to unlock it. She then reluctantly opened the door and said, "You can put me down now, I won't run away."

  As soon as they entered the door, Pei Si Cheng directly pressed her against the door, the lock clicked shut behind them, and fierce kisses rained down on Song Yu Qiao's face, leaving her completely unprepared, almost breathless, her hands clenched tightly onto Pei Si Cheng's shirt, passively enduring his kiss.

  When Pei's lips touched the moist skin on Song Yuqiao's face, he suddenly stopped.

  Looking at Song Yuqiao's wronged expression now, and Pei Huaiyu crying is simply a mold carved out of the same template. Pei Si Cheng couldn't help but shake his head: "What's going on? My son was crying this afternoon, now you're crying?"

  Song Yuqiao choked back a sob, and her words were disjointed and unclear.

  "You hid your past from me, and I haven't even gotten angry with you yet. But instead, you're the one who's getting angry. I didn't say anything, so what are you getting angry about? Didn't you say you would respect my feelings? I didn't even agree to it, so why did you kiss me?"

  Pei Si Cheng supported Song Yu Qiao's back, "I'm not angry, I'm hurting for you. I spoil you, so I'll kiss you, I'll be intimate with you, and I'll want you. I won't have this feeling towards other women."

  "What about Meng Xue?"

  Song Yuqiao had been wanting to ask since hearing the name from Zheng Jiawei just now, or every time she saw Zhang Menglin and heard Zhang Menglin call Pei Si Cheng's brother-in-law, she would want to ask clearly.

  Whenever she hears this name, Song Yuqiao always feels like she is a third party.

  Pei Su chuckled: "Was it Zheng Jiawei who told you?" Xiu Nong was startled.

  "It's not like that, she only talked about what happened when you were in school, and didn't say much else, just mentioned it briefly, and also Qi Xuan."

  In fact, Song Yuqiao's heart was nervous when he said this.

  Everyone has a past in their heart, just like scars, that they don't want others to mention. It's as if now if Pei Si Cheng asks her about her past with Ye Ze Nan, Song Yu Qiao herself will avoid answering, feeling that every time she recalls it, it might cause internal bleeding, even though she no longer cares about that person, but if Pei Si Cheng insists on making her talk, her heart will still ache a bit.

  Perhaps it was her own words that hurt Pei Su Cheng, she felt the dimness in his eyes and pursed her lips, "I'm wrong, I won't ask anymore..."

  Pei Si's hand, which was placed on Song Yuqiao's waist, applied a few more ounces of force, and he leaned in to press his forehead against Song Yuqiao's. "From now on, if you have any questions, come ask me right away, don't just think wildly on your own."

  Then, from Pei's mouth, Song Yuqiao understood the general situation of the whole thing.

  It was originally a story that could be considered a triangular love affair.

  At least Paisley says so.

  Zi Xuan liked Zhang Mengxue, but Zhang Mengxue liked Pei Si Cheng. At that time, Pei Si Cheng was a top student who focused solely on his studies and came from a good family, so he was lukewarm to everyone, with an air of a noble young master looking down on others. However, at the beginning, even when they were all together with Zheng Jia Wei, none of them showed any signs or mentioned anything, until later when the truth came out and Zi Xuan and Pei Si Cheng's relationship was ruined because of Zhang Mengxue. Then, Pei Si Cheng was sent to a special forces unit by his father and went abroad two years later.

  Song Yuqiao felt a pang of sadness, no wonder Pei Si Cheng had been so mindful of the relationship between her and Hua Zhen, gradually and carefully, little by little, unraveling the threads, it turned out that there was such a past.

  "What happened afterwards? Why did Zhang Menglin always call you sister-in-law?"

  Pei Si closed his eyes, lowered his arms, walked slowly to the table, poured a glass of water, "Later, due to some unexpected events, Zhang Mengxue died, Qi Xuan disappeared, and Zhang Menglin was less than 14 years old at that time. Because of Zhang Mengxue's entrustment, I became her guardian and promised Zhang Mengxue to take care of her until she came of age."

  Song Yuqiao still stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at Pei Shichen who was standing beside the table.

  She had never felt this way before. Pei's back looked so lonely, and she couldn't help but want to walk over and give him a hug.

  Perhaps life is hard, always needing a shoulder, always needing an embrace.

  Thinking so, Song Yuqiao also moved her feet and walked forward, walking to Pei Si Cheng's side, stretching out her arms to hug his waist, and leaning her face against his chest.

  Pei Si Cheng lowered his head and looked at Song Yu Qiao's actions with a smile, "What's wrong?"

  Song Yuqiao's hug tightened a bit, shook his head, "No, just want to hold you."

  It used to be you who hugged me, this time I'll hug you instead.

  Pei Si chuckled softly and brushed Song Yuqiao's hair behind her ear, "Alright, give me a hug."

  ………………

  After Song Yuqiao resigned, the school's procedures have been completed, and it will be possible to return to the ivory tower again in September, starting from a three-year career as a small white-collar worker, with some expectation in my heart.

  But during the two months of summer vacation, something still needs to be done. So, Pei Si Cheng threw out an olive branch and asked Song Yu Qiao to come to the Pei family's company as his executive assistant: "Consider it an internship, I'll pay you a salary, first follow Lei Bei and get familiar with the company's workflow."

  Song Yuqiao nodded and said, "Good."

  And this sentence is simply a pleasant surprise for Li Bei!

  Should the future boss's wife come to her own hands to help out? ! Will he still want to live in the future? ! Why not let the boss's wife follow Yu Na? ! Once it's a hot potato, it falls into one's own hands.

  Song Yuqiao really felt that in a large company like Pei's, it was indeed different from the small company of Shallow Language she had been with for three years, and this could be seen from the specifications and the institutionalization of the company.

  She was assigned on the sixty-third floor of the Paisley Building.

  It's no wonder that the office floor is where Pei Si Cheng works, which means this floor is rarely visited by anyone except for a few of Pei Si Cheng's trusted aides. Deng Yu has been sent to the branch company in S city to coordinate follow-up matters, leaving only Li Bei, Yu Na, Fang Mei, and a few high-level executives from the Pei family, as well as a newly graduated secretary named Yu Xinxin, who was personally interviewed by Yu Na.

  Yu Xinxin was a particularly lively little girl, she had just been promoted to the 63rd floor, with her bright eyes wide open, looking around.

  Her desk was arranged with Song Yuqiao's, and Song Yuqiao made a self-introduction. Yu Xinxin excitedly called her "Sister Yuqiao".

  "This is my first time coming up, and I was actually directly promoted to come up. My heart almost jumped out. Yu Jie sister, have you ever attended a meeting with Pei Zong?"

  Song Yu nodded and picked up a ink bottle that Yu Xinxin accidentally knocked over, "Yeah, after the meeting."

  Yu Xinxin was a bit flustered, and chuckled twice, "I've also taken minutes once, but when I came back, Yu Na Jie scolded me severely, saying that I had no logic, and the records were all mixed up. Fortunately, there was an audio recording, so Yu Na Jie listened to it and rewrote the meeting record."

  "It's okay, just practice a few more times." Song Yuqiao comforted, but she really didn't hear any complaints from Yu Xinxin, on the contrary, she seemed to be in a good mood.

  "I'm so clumsy, I don't even know why I was suddenly transferred from downstairs to upstairs again, it's really unbelievable."

  Not to mention Yu Xinxin didn't understand, even Li Bei was a bit confused.

  "What's so special about that young girl who just graduated from college, doing things hastily, being overly familiar with people, except for being a bit garrulous, what other merits does she have to be exceptionally promoted by the boss to the 63rd floor?"

  The boss's mind is getting more and more incomprehensible, maybe one day he'll arrange him to the front desk or throw him onto some small island in the Pacific Ocean.

  Yu Na tossed a folder to Li Bei: "Don't you think it's too quiet with just us few people in the 63rd floor? That newly graduated little girl from university is useless, she was only promoted to keep Song Miss entertained."

  "Zhilak." Li Bei stroked the stubble on his chin, preparing to take a razor to the bathroom to shave.

  So, with Yu Xin by her side, Song Yuqiao didn't have the heart to idle around and daydream all day. At 4:30 in the afternoon, she packed up and left work early to pick up Pei Huanyu from school.

  Knocked on the door of Pei's office and poked his head in.

  "Pei Si Cheng, I'll go first and pick up Pei Huang Yu."

  Today is the day when the little guy's exam ends, although Song Yuqiao has already planned to let him not go to school next semester, but this semester must have a beginning and an end.

  Pei Cheng Zheng, wearing a pair of glasses, sat behind the computer desk and looked up at Song Yu Qiao, "Help me pass that USB drive over."

  Song Yuqiao helped Pei Si Cheng move the red USB drive from the edge of the table on his left to in front of him, "It's just a stretch of the hand, you really don't mind troubling me."

  Pei Si chuckled: "Is this a way of showing off to your boss? Your request for leave is denied."

  "I'm here to pick up your son, whether you like it or not."

  Song Yuqiao looked at Pei Si Cheng and wanted to reach out to pull her, but hastily dodged to the side and opened the office door to leave. She turned around and waved goodbye to Pei Si Cheng: "Bye bye."

  Song Yuqiao didn't drive Pei Shuai's car, she bought a Buick for herself. At that time, Pei Shuai directly said he wanted to buy her a Maserati, but was strictly rejected by her.

  "I'd rather not be a road killer, forget it."

  This time she wasn't a road killer, but another luxury car that directly hit the rear of her Buick, rear-ending it.

  Fortunately, when Pei Hangyu just got in, Song Yuqiao asked Pei Hangyu to fasten his seatbelt. The little guy was startled and almost threw away the ice cream he was licking, shouting: "Wow, Qiaoqiao, is it an earthquake?"

  "Xiao Huo, stay in the car and don't move around."

  Song Yuqiao unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the Buick, standing at the rear of the car. A young woman was bent over examining the extent of the collision. It happened to be rush hour, but a rear-end collision had occurred, and the cars behind had automatically driven around them.

  Song Yuqiao crossed her arms, this rear-end collision was entirely the fault of the car behind, she thought to herself that if she couldn't resolve it, she would directly call the traffic police and then call the insurance company.

  The young woman in front of her examined the severity of the collision and then stood up straight.

  "It's my responsibility, we've settled...". Before she could finish her sentence, the woman suddenly stopped and her gaze fell on Song Yuqiao's face, "It's you."

  Song Yu furrowed her brow, she didn't remember where she had seen the woman in front of her before, but to be honest, it was a bit familiar.