This night, this woman was so beautiful she could give any man an urge to hold her.
Her collarbones, her shoulder blade, and skin as clear as jade.
Song Chuyi sighed slightly in his heart and said, "But from my perspective as a man, I think it would be better for you to keep some distance from Fu Yu. I believe your father and sister would think so too. Fu Yu is good to you but he's good to many women. If you were really so special to him, he wouldn't have another woman by his side. Many men just want to play, but women might put in all their heart if they're not careful."
"I've said everything that needs to be said. You should also stop avoiding going home in the future—it's not safe to always stay out. If you're not accustomed to living with me, I can move out and have Auntie Wang stay at home, then you wouldn't be scared of being alone as well."
He walked to the side of the steps. The bright lights from the ballroom cast a soft shadow on him.
Changqing's heart seemed to stop for a while, and her throat seemed to be blocked.
He had suddenly become so understanding that she wasn't used to it.
"That's not necessary. I can just move over to my friend's place…" she said with her head lowered.
Song Chuyi looked at her for a while and opened his mouth. "Up to you then. The party seems to be starting, so I'll be off first."
His tall figure left. Changqing lowered her head, suddenly realizing that the bottle of wine was still being gripped tightly in her hand.
The party started, and Fu Yu went up on stage first to give his speech.
The room was filled with well-known people, but he had a strong presence in the face of the crowd. He finished his over 20-minute well.
Zhan Mingwei leaned against a Roman column at an inconspicuous space within the hall, smoking. "This Fu Yu isn't simple."
"Not bad." Song Chuyi sliced some fragrant steak calmly.
Zhan Mingwei puffed out a mouthful of smoke, staring at him. "Back to the topic—when did you become so nice, even reminding her kindly and even agreeing to divorce in a year? If it were me, I wouldn't have just let it pass. It's merely the Yan family. Why would you, Young Master Song, worry about them?"
"Even if we can't do business, we should still be on good terms." Song Chuyi's expression remained calm throughout. "Besides, Yan Changqing is different from Guan Ying."
"In what ways?" Zhan Mingwei curled his lips into a sneer. "Could it be because she's still a virgin?"
Song Chuyi put his cutlery down and leaned against the back of his chair fully, shrugging. "Our marriage has always been a transaction. She doesn't like me. Forcing someone who doesn't like you to have bodily contact with you wouldn't make her happy either. I reminded her because I feel that Fu Yu certainly isn't a good person. Now that things have come to this point, we can only each take what we need."
"Nice guys finish last—that's how the world works now." Zhan Mingwei raised his eyebrows and spread his arms. "But you have to be wary of getting a scandal linked to you before your divorce."
"They want us, the Song family, to help them, the Yan family. On top of that, you think they would want to link a scandal to me? I don't think she's that stupid." Song Chuyi frowned and turned back to look at Zhan Mingwei for two seconds before saying, "If that's the case, I don't even have to do anything for the Yan family to disappear."
"That's true. Could your brother and father possibly let you lose face?" Zhan Mingwei smiled and patted his shoulder, suddenly feeling a little sympathetic for Yan Changqing.
Changqing sat listlessly, her gaze shifting around the room constantly. Suddenly, Boss Feng walked over and said, "All of you follow me. Chief Zhan is also here, so come with me to greet him."
Everyone was shocked and immediately followed Boss Feng over carefully.
Xia Nuo asked Boss Feng in shock, "Isn't Chief Zhan usually very low-profile? Why would he also come to such a party?"
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