Song Yuqiao's bedroom door was half open, and inside it was dimly lit, with a faint glimpse of spring light.

  Han Jinyu coughed twice and looked at the messy floor. "Xiao Ying, I'll go take a bath in your bedroom first, I'm tired."

  Song Shuying nodded.

  Song Yuqiao had never thought that Song Shuying and Han Jinyu would suddenly return without warning on this morning, completely petrified.

  Sister Song Shuying had a big belly and was having difficulty picking up clothes for Song Yuqiao while bending over, she had to hold onto the wall.

  Song Yu hurriedly said: "Sister, let me take care of it, you go sit down."

  Song Shuying got up and said: "I'll go to the bedroom to rest for a while. You guys come over and call me when you're done."

  That's right, Song Shuying said "you".

  In her bathroom, the sound of water could still be heard, proving that a man was inside, taking a bath, while Song Yuqiao sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in a quilt.

  Why does Song Yuqiao have a feeling of being caught in bed by her elders?

  Song Yuqiao quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them all on the bed. Her own camisole was no longer wearable, the buttons at the back were torn apart, and she hastily rummaged through her dresser to find clean clothes.

  Her body was covered in deep and shallow hickeys, with some on her lower abdomen and thigh roots. She didn't dare look at her own body. Her body was like this, and after seeing Pei Si Cheng's body, she wondered what kind of intense fight they had last night. She racked her brains to recall the details but could only remember fragmented images, all chaotic and disheveled. There was even a scene where she straddled Pei Si Cheng's sturdy waist and leaned forward to kiss his chest muscles.

  Good heavens!

  Song Yu covered her face and cried with laughter, unable to help herself, what a mess.

  Pei Shichen came out of the bathroom after taking a bath and saw that Song Yuqiao was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed.

  He was wrapped in a towel around his lower body, with his chest bare and water droplets still trickling down his skin.

  Song Yuqiao turned away and refused to look at him. He handed his undershirt to Pei Si, saying: "Quickly put it on."

  Pei Si walked up to Song Yuqiao's side and didn't take the shirt from her hand, but instead looked at Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao slightly moved, and Pei Si Cheng then turned her shoulder over, making her look at him.

  She involuntarily looked away from Paisley's eyes.

  "Afraid to look at me?" Pei Si's hand pointed to the bottom of Song Yuqiao's chin, "All rolled over, who was it last night, grabbing me and saying, eh, how can it still get bigger?"

  Song Yuqiao's face turned pink, and it extended all the way to her ear roots.

  Taking advantage of Pei Su Cheng still wanting to put his arm around her waist, Song Yu Qiao slipped out from under Pei Su Cheng's arm, "My sister is back, you'd better hurry up."

  Pei Si Cheng had already heard it in the bathroom.

  So it seems that not bringing Song Yu back to Hua Yuan on a whim yesterday was actually a good thing?

  Pei Sicheng didn't avoid Song Yuqiao, who was right in the room, and directly pulled off his towel. Song Yuqiao hastily turned her face to look out the window, her two hands clasped together in front of her.

  However, after waiting for a while, the rustling sound behind her stopped, and Song Yuqiao turned around.

  Pais Cheng was buttoning up his shirt, but the two buttons at the collar were torn off and couldn't be fastened. As a result, a deep hickey on his neck was exposed, seemingly sucked hard, with a dark color that could be clearly seen from afar without needing to look closely.

  Song Yuqiao thought that no matter how he looked at him, he was still annoying, so he took out his own makeup bag and threw a concealer with good coverage to Pei Si Cheng: "You wipe your neck."

  Pei Si Cheng glanced at the bottle in his hand and said naturally: "No."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  What's wrong with this? It's just like applying ointment, isn't it?

  However, Pei Shichen didn't move, and Song Yuqiao didn't want him to leave like that. His sister Song Shuying and Han Jinyu would definitely see them, so he took the initiative himself, "You sit still, I'll wipe it for you."

  "Originally it should be you who takes action, it's your own doing."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Song Yuqiao knelt halfway on the bed, letting Pei Cheng raise his head. Pei Cheng's gaze fell on her face.

  She squeezed out some concealer onto her palm, then dabbed it onto Pierce's temple with her index finger and smoothed it out in a circular motion.

  He slightly tilted his neck, his Adam's apple sensually bobbing up and down, Song Yuqiao's hand involuntarily trembled, feeling the breath he exhaled warm up and become scorching.

  Her fingertips were slightly cool, constantly wiping on Pei's skin, and Pei suddenly remembered the warm fragrance of the jade in his arms at night, the smooth feeling in his hands. When Song Yuqiao finished applying the concealer and withdrew her hand, it was suddenly grasped by Pei.

  Song Yuqiao saw that in Pei Sicheng's eyes, amidst the gloominess, a spark of fire was rising up. Just as he wanted to kiss him, he reached out and covered Pei Sicheng's lips with his hand.

  "She forced herself to say in a firm tone: 'We'll talk about our matters later, first go out and see my sister.'"

  Pei Si hooked up the corner of his lips, stretched out the tip of his tongue and swept it across Song Yuqiao's palm, smiling and saying: "Good."

  Song Yuqiao seemed to have been electrocuted and hurriedly withdrew his hand, wiping the palm of his hand directly on Pei Si Cheng's shirt.

  Pei Si Cheng couldn't help but laugh at Song Yu Qiao's actions.

  Half an hour later, Song Yuqiao had also cleaned up all the clutter in the living room. Seeing that it was only a little after six o'clock, and thinking that Song Shuying and Han Jinyu hadn't eaten yet, she simply made a few sandwiches, fried eggs with ham, heated milk in the microwave, mixed fruit salad, and went to knock on Song Shuying's bedroom door.

  "Sister, I'm done, come out?"

  A muffled voice came from the bedroom: "Got it, right away."

  Song Shuying's calf cramped up, the pain was so severe that she almost fell over, Han Jinyu reached out to support her, and in agony, she bit down on Han Jinyu's hand.

  But it wasn't with all his might, just a loose bite, yet he still broke out in a cold sweat.

  Song Shuying relaxed her jaw and held onto her stomach, turning over with some discomfort.

  Han Jinyu said: "You're telling me to leave, can you put your mind at ease with just one person here?"

  Song Shuying stood up, "You should do what you need to do, I'm not holding you back, and you don't have to hold me back either. Hurry up and leave, don't keep the two of them waiting."

  But just as Song Shuying reached out to open the door, Han Jinyu suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her over, leaning in to kiss her lips with a possessive and forceful kiss.

  Song Shuying's belly was already bulging like a soccer ball, and when Han Jinyu kissed her, he had to be careful not to press against it, so the posture wasn't very comfortable.

  Song Shuying also enjoyed watching Han Jinyu kiss, but it was so uncomfortable that she stretched out her hand to hook his neck and pulled him down. In the end, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  Han Jinyu looked at the smile on Song Shuying's lips, and gently stroked her lips with his hand. Although her lips were like a flower, there was not a hint of a smile in those beautiful eyes that were just inches away from him.

  "Xiao Ying, I've said it before, as long as you, is there still a thorn in your heart?"

  Song Shuying looked into Han Jinyu's eyes: "There is, so don't get too close to me, or you'll get pricked and bleed."

  "This lifetime, I'm least afraid of bleeding."

  Han Jin Yu smiled lightly and kissed Song Shu Ying's forehead, helping her pull down the maternity dress skirt, then opened the door behind her.

  Paisong and Song Yuqiao were already seated at the table, fortunately, the dining table was originally a four-person table, which was enough for the four of them to sit down.

  "Second Brother."

  Then, Song Yuqiao unconsciously opened his mouth halfway.

  Older brother?!!

  Apart from Song Yuqiao being kept in the dark, Song Shuying was also clear about it.

  Han Jinyu's aunt, Han Jing, later married Pei Linfeng, the father of Pei Sicheng, making Han Jinyu Pei Sicheng's second older male cousin.

  So, after such a complicated relationship, it just so happens that they became a half-baked family?

  Song Yuqiao didn't know what to say anymore.

  Song Shuying got up and went straight to the kitchen, calling Song Yuqiao over: "Yuqiao, where did you put the tomato sauce?"

  Song Yuqiao knew that her sister was giving herself an opportunity to leave this low-pressure zone, so she left the dinner table, "Just under the bowl cabinet...".

  After the two sisters left the table, only Han Jinyu and Pei Si Cheng were left at the table.

  The two cousins hadn't seen each other for a long time, and this time Han Jinyu came to C City, one of the most important things was to visit his aunt Han Jing, who is also Pei Si Cheng's mother.

  Han Jinyu asked as usual: "How's your mother's health now?"

  "Ah, still alive."

  Han Jinyu burst out laughing at this, but fortunately Han Jing didn't hear it, or she would have definitely started wailing again, saying that she had raised two unfilial sons.

  Han Jinyu took a bite of the sandwich and said, "The taste is not bad."

  "Yes, Song Yuqiao is still passable in culinary skills." Pei Si Cheng said.

  "Was it you and your nephew who ate the noodles made by Shu Ying last time?" Han Jinyu suddenly remembered what Song Shuying said, "How was the taste of that black lump of noodles she made for the first time and sent to Pei Si Cheng?"

  Pei Si Cheng took a sip of milk, "Unforgettable for life."

  The two brothers exchanged a glance, burst out laughing, just like when they were kids and went to dig dog holes together, knowing that doing wrong would get them scolded and punished, but they just didn't believe it.

  In the kitchen, Song Shuying and Song Yuqiao heard the laughter outside and couldn't help but glance out.

  Turning her face back, Song Shuying asked: "Have you been to bed?"

  Song Yuqiao didn't expect Song Shuying's question to be so direct and lowered her eyelids, responding with a simple "uh-huh".

  "Are you wearing it?" Song Shuying said, "Don't be shy, women have to pay for their own actions, don't think that men can give you everything."

  Song Yuqiao originally wanted to laugh and tease her sister a couple more times, but after hearing Song Shuying's serious tone, she shook her head, thinking that there probably wasn't any condom, as the room had already been cleaned up earlier.

  "Sister, I'm pregnant again, have you forgotten?"

  Song Shuying indeed forgot.

  She didn't intentionally want to touch Song Yuqiao's sore spot, but during this time, there were too many things on her side with Old Man Han, and Han Jinyu was being attacked from both sides, she had no time to take care of herself.

  However, Song Shuying had one thing that she hadn't forgotten.

  This silly sister still doesn't know that Pei Cheng is actually Ye Zenan's younger uncle.

  This should also thank Pei Yuling and the tense relationship between the Pei family, if it was a good relationship that could come and go frequently, I'm afraid it would have been exposed early.

  The top priority should be to dissolve this marriage as soon as possible.

  "Have you talked to Ye Zenan about the divorce yet?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head: "I'm still handling it, if he really doesn't want to let go and insists on tormenting each other, then I'll have to get a lawyer too."

  Song Shuying thought for a moment and said, "How about the day after tomorrow? You bring the divorce agreement, ID card, household registration book, marriage certificate and so on. I'll go with you to find Ye Zenan."

  "No need," Song Yuqiao said, "I can handle it myself."

  ………………

  Ye Zenan did not go directly to the hospital after the press conference ended. He received a call from Qiao Mo, a woman who had not been in contact with him for a long time.

  Ye Zenan had some women before, some of whom he had met once, and others twice. However, after the first time, all these women took the initiative to get close to him.

  However, this Qiao Mo seemed different. She had never taken the initiative to look for Ye Zenan before. The only time she cut her wrist was when Ye Zenan received a call from Ye Zi in the middle of the night.

  He arrived at nightfall and was still greeted by Ah Green, the former supervisor.

  "Leaf is rare, looking for Qiaomu, right? I'll open a private room for you, and I'll get her to tidy up, then she'll come find you."

  Ye Zhenan waved his hand: "No need, take me directly to her room."

  This is already an exception.

  But Ah Lu did not refuse because Gu Lao Da had previously instructed that as long as Ye Ze Nan looked for this Qiao Mo, he would unconditionally agree to any request.

  Living in such an environment, how can one not yearn to get out?

  Ye Zenan walked through the long corridor, Qiao Mo's room was at the end of the low-end area, some men and women were directly in the corridor, without avoiding, seeing Ye Zenan following Ah Lu walking over, even stretching out his hand to pull, saying: "Handsome guy, come play 3P with us."

  Ye Zenan shook off his hand with disgust, and a wave of nausea rose from his heart.

  He suddenly remembered that once, he had called Song Yuqiao to come to the private room of a bar to deliver his wallet. At that time, there were three men and five women in the private room, with the smell of perfume and male bodily fluids mixed together, pungent.

  At that time, a man who had just taken medicine stretched out his hand and was about to pull the door open to let in Song Yuqiao, saying: "Girl, come and play."

  Song Yuqiao pushed him hard and shouted, "Get out!"

  Ye Zenan was sitting on the sofa with a woman sitting on him, leaning against his shoulder.

  At that time, Song Yuqiao's gaze at him was something he might never forget for the rest of his life.

  It's just like he looked at that woman with this same gaze just now.

  Disgust, nausea, and... heartache.

  Ye Zenan felt dizzy from the light on his head and stopped in his tracks, holding onto the wall beside him to steady himself. It seemed as if Song Yuqiao had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in this corridor filled with ambiguous lights and soft music, wearing a mocking smile.

  Ah Lu walked all the way to the end before realizing that Ye Ze Nan hadn't followed him.

  "Are you few?"

  Ye Zenan finally came back to his senses and said, "Let's keep going."

  A Lu knocked on the door, "Qiao Mo, are you asleep?"

  It was a long time before there was any sound, and then Qiao Mo came to open the door. She seemed like she was about to sleep, with her hair scattered and wearing only a nightgown.

  "Qiao Mo, Ye Shao has come to see you." Ah Lu stepped aside from the doorway and took a step back to glance at Ye Zhenan before turning around and leaving.

  Qiao Mo didn't expect Ye Zenan to come at this time, seeing Ye Zenan standing outside without wanting to come in, she moved her lips and asked: "Do you want to come in?"

  Qiao Mo sidestepped, and Ye Zenan walked in.

  The room is not very big, with simple decoration, only the necessary table and chairs and bed, but it's very clean. The bathroom is right in front, a frosted glass door that can be pulled open.

  Ye Zenan looked around, Qiao Mo had already walked to the table and poured a glass of water for Ye Zenan. His gaze fell on Qiao Mo's face without makeup now, a pair of eyes under the not-so-bright light seemed like two shining bulbs.

  He was used to seeing Qiao Mu's made-up look, now he felt refreshed when he saw her without makeup.

  Qiao Mo felt a bit embarrassed being stared at by Ye Zenan, lowered her head and asked: "You didn't say you were coming, I wasn't prepared."

  Before Qiao Mo's words had fallen, Ye Zenan had already reached out to lift her chin, staring into her eyes: "Do you want to leave this place?"

  Qiao Meng was stunned for a moment. She clearly understood what Ye Zhenan meant, but still hesitated for about half a minute before nodding and saying, "Yes."

  That night, Ye Zenan did not stay at Qiao Mo's place.

  As she was leaving, Qiao Mo said: "I watched your press conference, can I be invited to your wedding?"

  Ye Zenan didn't respond, instead he just turned around and glanced at Qiao Mo who was sitting on the edge of the bed, then stood up and left.

  It wasn't until Ye Zenan had walked for a long time that Qiao Mo still maintained her original posture, sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless, but she was actually sweating profusely behind her back.

  She was betting on whether Ye Zenan would take her out of this place or let her continue staying here.

  She has to take a gamble for her own tomorrow.

  ………………

  Emerging from the night, Ye Zenan drove around the city in a circle, speeding very fast with the windows open, letting the strong wind blow in and hit his face.

  Before the press conference today, he met Song Yuqiao and his heart was extremely unpeaceful.

  With Song Yuqiao, the past was like a prolonged movie shot, flashing frame by frame in his mind. Those hands that once held each other, those bodies that once leaned against each other, were now like sharp knives, cutting into his flesh.

  Yè Zénán stopped the car in front of the hospital.

  He took a glance inside and still got off the car, heading towards the inpatient department.

  Ye Zenan remembered that once upon a time, roughly during his second year of high school, on a sweltering summer afternoon, he and several buddies were sweating profusely on the basketball court.

  Because of the scorching sun, many girls either went back to the classroom or sought shade under a distant tree, but only Song Yuqiao stood alone, foolishly standing outside the basketball court, handing him water and towels.

  He walked over to drink water and casually rubbed her hair, she laughed and jumped away: "Don't touch my hair with your dirty hands!"

  He felt sorry for Song Yuqiao and said, "You go rest over there."

  Song Yu smiled coquettishly: "No, I'd rather stand here and let those stinky boys envy, hate and covet you for having a virtuous wife like me! You're under the sun, and so am I!"

  At that time, Song Yuqiao and Ye Zenan were the focus of all their classmates.

  Ye Zenan felt that his heart was full of sunshine whenever he saw Song Yuqiao.

  But now, seeing Song Yuqiao, it only feels like seeing a block of ice, wrapped in a thick layer of armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and even those eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, making it impossible to see the person inside, let alone get close to her heart.

  In the corridor, he dialed Song Yuqiao's number again, still no one answered.

  He took a deep breath against the wall and then entered the hospital room.

  At this time, Pei Yuling had not slept yet, she insisted on waiting for her son to come.

  She couldn't believe it, her son whom she had raised with great difficulty for over twenty years, in the end, was not as important to him as an outsider.

  Sometimes, the so-called joke "if a mother and wife fall into water at the same time, who will be saved first?" is not just a laughing matter. No matter what the answer is, the speaker is unintentional but the listener is mindful. Therefore, smart women never ask this question, as it offends two people at once.

  Ye Zenan pushed open the door and called out, "Mom, aren't you asleep yet?"

  "Come here," said Pei Yuling.

  Ye Zenan covered the door of the ward, then walked forward and stood beside Pei Yuling's bed. Pei Yuling directly raised her hand and gave Ye Zenan a loud slap in the face. The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet ward at that moment.

  "Am I still in your eyes as your mom?"

  Pei Yuling used a great deal of strength, and Ye Zenan's head turned to one side.

  "Now it's finally clear who's more important, isn't it? Your mom and wife, and the woman you're keeping outside, who is it?! Mom will always be last on your list, right?! Pei Yuling's tone was agitated, and she couldn't help but clutch her chest. "At today's press conference, if you reveal what happened with Song Yuqiao, tomorrow those uncles of yours will have a way to push you down from the chairman position! High places are not easy to stay in, falling from a high place means being crushed to pieces! Do you really want your father's company to fall into the hands of these shady people?! Son, what are you thinking?! Have you forgotten?! Your father's only legacy is you and Ye Shi!"

  Pei Yuling stood in front of her son, Ye Zenan was already much taller than his mother, Pei Yuling could only reach below her son's shoulder, and every time she looked at him, she had to tilt her head up.

  Really grown up, wings hardened.

  Ye Qijun, I really raised our son all by myself.

  Ye Zenan stood for a while, holding his mother's arm and letting her lie back down on the bed. "There's surgery tomorrow, mom, you should get some rest."

  After finishing speaking, Ye Zenan walked towards the door.

  Behind him, Pei Yuling said: "If Song Yuqiao wants a divorce, then get a divorce. You're dragging her down, and she's also dragging you down."

  Ye Zenan suddenly laughed and turned around, "Mom, do you still remember the last time? You were advising me to treat Song Yuqiao well and be careful, but now I've taken your advice to heart. However, you're asking me to divorce her again. What's the reason behind this? Is it just because of benefits or is it all about the Ye family?"

  "What's the point? Now we only have Ye family, your grandfather's side is completely unreliable. Do you think if we are really driven out by these wolves and tigers of the Ye family, we won't end up like we did back then? You're wrong! Think about it, what's your surname, and whose world is the Pei family in now?"

  Bai Yuling thought that the position now belonging to Mrs. Bai was occupied by that woman, not her mother, and she felt a sharp pain of unwillingness in her heart, so she had to make herself strong and hold her head up high in front of these people.

  "Ye Zenan, son, listen to me. I know what you're thinking right now. You're not convinced, why did the burden of the Ye family fall on your shoulders? We've suffered and toiled enough, until now, it's all we, mother and son, deserve. You must hold on to all this tightly, for your father's sake!"

  This is what Pei Yuling ultimately wants to say.

  The dead are greater.

  Even if Ye Zenan is unwilling and unresigned, he must face his deceased father.

  When Ye Zenan walked out of the ward, Pei Yuling clearly saw her son's back stiffen for a moment.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao threw Pei Shichen behind his head and swiped his card as usual to start work.

  However, unknowingly, this person has already taken root in his heart and sprouted.

  On Wednesday morning, Zhou Haitang arrived at the office very early and had already completed the resignation procedures in the personnel department.

  Zhou Haitang's office desk was next to Song Yuqiao, she held a large box and cleared everything on the office desk, including hand cream in the drawer, some notebooks and signature pens, some were directly given to Song Yuqiao or thrown away as trash.

  She said: "In a new environment, I want a new start, all these things I want to change."

  Song Yuqiao looked at Zhou Haitang's serious face and felt a pang in her heart, saying: "It will definitely be okay, Sheng Shi is a big company, and the boss is also very fair, appreciating people with talents. You'll definitely make a name for yourself there."

  "I hope so."

  Zhou Haitang packed up her things and Song Yuqiao accompanied her downstairs.

  "I thought it was nothing, but when I really left, I still felt reluctant," Zhou Haitang stood in front of the office building and looked back at the sign on the second floor. "Before, I especially hated this place, hated Dailin Card, hated those colleagues who spoke cold words, but now that I'm leaving, I think this place is good, and Dailin Card isn't as annoying as before."

  Song Yuqiao patted Zhou Haitang's shoulder: "Everyone will have this feeling, don't be so sentimental, we're not going to see each other for the rest of our lives."

  Zhou Haitang put the packed suitcase on the back seat of a taxi, turned around and hugged Song Yuqiao, saying: "You have to take care of yourself alone."

  Song Yuqiao couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing this.

  That's a pretty serious statement.

  However, when she returned to her own desk and found it empty, she felt a void in her heart. After working together for two or three years, her colleagues and friends had left, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of reluctance.

  That afternoon, Zheng Qing's design draft was nearing its end, compared to the previous one, it was more clever and made people feel fresh and creative.

  The next day was Jager's final bid.

  Although Zheng Qing is the designer, all PPT lecture manuscripts were made by Song Yuqiao overtime, so the final lecture was also determined by Song Yuqiao.

  Before entering the conference room, Song Yuqiao had repeatedly checked everything on her laptop and was sweating in her palms.

  Dai Lin Ka originally said that she would send someone else to contact Jia Ge, but in fact, all the contacts were made by Zheng Qing alone, avoiding any mistakes caused by third-party transmission.

  "It's time."

  Song Yuqiao followed Zheng Qing into the conference room.

  The three companies that made the final cut were Shallow Language, where Song Yuqiao worked, newcomer Jinke, and old-timer Ruitian Advertising, led by Zhang Qi, who had previously looked down on Song Yuqiao at a meeting after Jia Ge's, saying she was a woman who relied on connections to get ahead.

  Song Yuqiao remembered clearly, it was this Zhang Qi.

  Zhang Qi's face was painted with delicate professional makeup, but she may have already reached the age where she needs to use makeup to cover up her age. Even with makeup on, it's noticeable that her skin tone is not good.

  A long conference table, Zheng Qing and Song Yuqiao sat on the side by the window, while Zhang Qi, the person in charge of Ruitian, and the designer sat across from them. The person in charge of Jinke sat to Song Yuqiao's right, a woman who looked very approachable, smiled at her.

  Song Yuqiao smiled in response.

  After all three companies' personnel were seated, the person in charge of hosting the meeting went to invite the high-level executives from Jager.

  Song Yuqiao had expected that the high-ranking official would be Lu Jingzhong, and indeed the first person to enter was Lu Jingzhong. However, the one who followed afterwards was... Pei Sicheng!

  Further back is Lei Bei, who is holding a briefcase and hugging a stack of documents, looking very miserable.

  Being one's own boss is being caught to be used as a miscellaneous worker, in the words of the boss's older brother, it's just good to make a pitiful appearance. But have you ever seen a miscellaneous worker with an assistant?

  In the end, it was still him who was pitied.

  Two high-ranking officials sat down, with Li Bei sitting beside them taking meeting notes.

  The order of presentation for the three companies was determined by drawing lots, and the final order was: Ruitian, Qiányǔ, Jīnkē.

  Song Yuqiao had a bit of a run-in with God, and by the time Ruitian's design was presented in front of everyone to show off his PPT and design drafts, she had been staring at Pei Si Cheng all along.

  On the contrary, Pei Si was staring at the big screen, as if deep in thought.

  "I'm going."

  It wasn't until Zheng Qing called out to Song Yuqiao twice that she came back to her senses.

  "Look." Zheng Qing pointed to a design draft on the current PPT slide.

  Song Yuqiao focused her attention on the screen, and at a glance, she recognized it. What Ruitian was showing now was a design draft that Zheng Qing had originally lost in his briefcase a week ago, with almost no changes.

  She had understood, turned around and exchanged a glance with Zheng Qing, looking at Zhang Qi who was sitting opposite them.

  Zhang Qi had a faintly contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Song Yuqiao, with an air of inevitability.

  This time fortunately Zheng Qing spent time and effort to redesign a draft, if the original draft was really used, the consequences would have been disastrous.

  After Ruitian's designer finished explaining on stage, Lu Jingchong first asked a few questions, and the designer answered one by one.

  The host of the meeting was about to introduce the next person when Pierce, who had been very focused until then, opened his mouth.

  "Wait a minute, I have something to say."

  Pais stepped back from the chair, stood up calmly and elegantly like a gentleman. He walked to the large screen first, slid his hand to point out an error in one of the column charts in the design draft: "This data is outdated, it's about two years old and hasn't been updated with the latest information, which means it's completely invalid. Designer Jiang, can you say that a two-year-old ringtone download volume can be compared with today's?"

  The designer said: "This data was originally from two years ago, and did not mention a specific time limit, which is also my negligence."

  "Furthermore," said Pei Si, walking back to the table and pulling out a document from underneath, "I have here a design draft that is very similar to your company's design draft."

  When Pei Su said this, Zhang Qi's face changed instantly.

  Jiang designer took over the design draft from Pei's hand, and was no longer as calm and composed as he had been at first, his hands shaking slightly.

  It seems that these two people knew in advance, the order of the draw was also necessarily bought off by Jia Ge's personnel in charge of drawing lots, so that they could be first and followed closely by Qian Yu, without any more preparation time.

  "Your company's person in charge just said that the design draft was only completed and submitted yesterday," Pei Si re-seated himself, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his fingers interlocking on the table surface, speaking slowly and deliberately, "There is the latest date on it, and I also have the document stored in my computer, take a look at the recent revision date, which was two weeks ago, how do you explain that?"

  The designer Jiang seemed to be completely at a loss and looked pleadingly at Zhang Qi who was fidgeting restlessly.

  Zheng Qing and Song Yuqiao exchanged a glance, already knowing that this time Ruitian would not be lightly punished, and it was very likely that he would be accused of stealing others' intellectual property rights. In the future, he might not even be able to stand in the industry, all depending on the hands of the powerful executives at Jia Ge.

  The hand rises, the knife falls.

  Zhang Qi moved her lips, "Actually..." but swallowed back the words.

  Lu Jingzhong cut off Zhang Qi's words, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness, saying: "I've taken note of this matter, we'll settle it later, let's proceed for now."

  The host said: "Next."

  Song Yuqiao pinched her palm under the table and silently told herself "come on", stood up, opened PPT and started explaining.

  She deliberately stood in a position where she was sideways on to Pei Si Cheng, without having to meet his gaze.

  However, Song Yuqiao could still feel the two gloomy yet scorching hot gazes from Pei Cheng that fell on her body, as if they were going to burn two holes through her clothes.

  For a moment, Song Yuqiao was a bit tongue-tied, but fortunately, Zheng Qing's design draft was clear and concise, and the PPT prepared by Song Yuqiao was also well-made, making it a perfect ending. During the Q&A session, Lu Jingzhong's questions were moderate and did not pose any difficulties, all of which revolved around the central idea of the design.

  But when Pei Shu asked questions, Song Yuqiao became a little nervous.

  She gazed at Pei's handsome profile, the contours of his face partially hidden in the light and shadow cast by the natural light outside the window.

  Pei Si Cheng lowered his head and looked at the design draft given by Shallow Yu, then raised his head and smiled at Song Yu Qiao: "I have no problem now."

  Lai Bei, who was taking minutes next to Pei Cheng, thought to herself, Boss, can you be any more subtle? Little Song's face is all red.

  Actually, Pei Si Cheng was thinking that Song Yu Qiao, no matter when, standing in front of everyone, was always so calm and composed, unless it was him.

  Song Yuqiao sat back in her own seat.

  The following process was exceptionally easy and ordinary.

  "After that, Lu Jingzhong said: 'The specific results will be announced before tomorrow afternoon. We will have a special person to call the responsible persons of each company.'"

  After Lu Jingzhong and Pei Si Cheng left, the three companies finally cleaned up the documents in front of them and prepared to leave.

  Zhang Qi walked over, provokingly looking at Song Yuqiao: "Did you know from the very beginning?"

  Song Yuqiao furrowed her brow, just wanting to say something, when Zheng Qing suddenly pulled her over and walked outside.

  Zheng Qing said: "For this kind of person, ignoring her and letting her hang is the greatest contempt for her."

  Zhang Qi gritted her teeth and said: "Zheng Qing, stop right there!"

  Zheng Qing didn't stop and had already walked out of the office door.

  Song Yuqiao thought that Zheng Qing and Zhang Qi knew each other, but since Zheng Qing didn't mention it, she didn't ask either. After all, it was someone else's private matter, and she wasn't in a position to pry.

  That afternoon, Zheng Qing looked somewhat annoyed and repeatedly made mistakes that shouldn't have happened while drawing.

  Song Yuqiao poured him a cup of coffee, and Zheng Qing said: "Don't worry about me, I'm just thinking about the outcome tomorrow."

  "There's definitely no problem."

  Although Zheng Qing said so, Song Yuqiao still subconsciously felt that Zheng Qing's irritability was because he had met Zhang Qi at the Jia Ge bidding conference today.

  In the evening when getting off work, Song Yuqiao left ten minutes early and wanted to go to Shen Zhenliang's law firm. She originally wanted to go to Dai Lika's office to say something, but in the half-opened office, she saw Dai Lika leaning against the desk on the phone, her tone sounding very sharp. Unknowingly what the other party said, she directly slammed the phone onto the desk.

  Song Yu was startled and didn't dare to leave early, so he obediently returned to his own seat and organized the day's work content again, leaving only when it was time.

  However, Song Yuqiao did not expect that at the entrance of the Shallow Language Company's office building, a white BMW was parked.

  In C city, BMW is no longer considered a luxury car, but rather mid-to-high-end. When encountering luxury cars like Koenigsegg, Bentley, Rolls-Royce or Maybach, it's still necessary to steer clear and avoid scratches on the road.

  Song Yuqiao walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi, when suddenly a BMW car honked its horn twice.

  She turned her head and saw Peis Chen sitting behind the windshield.

  She didn't pay attention and took two more steps forward to hail a taxi, while the white BMW honked its horn twice, causing many passersby to look over.

  Right after that, Song Yuqiao received a call from Pei Shichen.

  Behind the windshield, Pei Si held the steering wheel with one hand and held his mobile phone to his ear with the other.

  "Come on, get in the car."

  It was just a brief four words, but in Song Yuqiao's heart, it felt like a string had been plucked.

  She clenched her fist around the phone and said, "What if I say no?"

  Pei Si's lips curled up in a smile, and his laughter came through the receiver, carrying a hint of tranquility.

  "I'll get off and carry you over then."

  Song Yu was dumbfounded.

  She thought she could take a gamble, at the entrance of Shallow Language Company, in this bustling commercial district where people and cars were constantly passing by, he wouldn't dare to come down and hug her. However, just as she took two steps forward, a taxi slowly drove over from afar, and Song Yuqiao really saw Pei Si Cheng undo his seatbelt and open the driver's side door.

  Paisong Zhen really grasped her seven inches tightly, advancing and retreating with ease, sometimes loose, sometimes tight, step by step forcing her into a desperate situation.

  Song Yu opened the passenger door of the white BMW and got in, asking: "If I hadn't come over, were you really going to leave?"

  She had just thought of the reason why Pei Si changed cars. If it was the original Cayenne or Maybach, luxury cars were too eye-catching. If Pei Si sent her to the company, she always let him stop at the intersection, not in front of the company's main gate.

  Now, having switched to a less eye-catching BMW, there was no need to go against Song Yuqiao's wishes and park the car at the entrance to wait for someone.

  Pei Si Cheng turned his face back and raised an eyebrow: "Do you think I'm joking? I've always been serious."

  Song Yuqiao turned his face away and didn't fasten his seatbelt, saying: "I still have something to do today. If it's about eating, let's reschedule for another day."

  She finished speaking and was about to open the car door on her side, but Pei Cheng had already locked it one step ahead.

  Pai Si turned the steering wheel to the right and said, "Since you're on board, would I let you get off? Fasten your seatbelt, there's a traffic police inspection at this hour. Where do you want to go? I'll take you there."

  "Shen Zhenliang's law firm," said Song Yuqiao with a hint of resentment.

  Pei Si tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, then quickly reached down to grasp Song Yuqiao's hand that was hanging by her leg, but before she could react, he swiftly pulled it back.

  All the way, Song Yuqiao was a bit absent-minded. She kept looking out of the car window at the scenery that was gradually illuminated by the streetlights, casting colorful lights in her eyes.

  She suddenly realized that Pei's driving speed was getting faster and slower, overtaking, and even crossing the road in the few seconds between green light and yellow light, and sometimes he would deliberately choose some roads with fewer people.

  She felt something was off and was about to ask Pei Su Cheng, when she turned her head and saw Pei Su Cheng's slightly furrowed brow and unusually focused eyes, his gaze shifting from looking straight ahead to glancing at the rearview mirror.

  Then she also found that behind her, not far away, there was a black Bentley car, which seemed to be following the white BMW.

  Song Yuqiao took a glance from the rearview mirror outside the window and was shocked to find that the car was Ye Zhenan's!

  Her heart suddenly rose up.

  What does Ye Zenan want to do?!!

  Pei's car suddenly accelerated to one hundred yards, Song Yuqiao hastily pulled the handrail in the car, and took out her phone from her bag with one hand, wanting to send a message to Ye Zenan.

  "Never mind," said Pei Su Cheng.

  Song Yuqiao raised her eyelids.

  Percy expertly overtook, and the black Bentley behind him was left a car's length away.

  (Note: The following is an aside from the author)