Last night, the boss and Miss Xu seemed to get along very well.
Mr. Song Huaixu got up from the table, his voice cool: “If they put as much effort into work, they wouldn’t be so useless.”
“…”
Secretary Jiang Chen didn’t dare reply.
Any one of those people, taken alone, was a famous entrepreneur or wealthy heir, yet in the boss’s eyes, they were all worthless.
The phone rang.
Mr. Song Huaixu glanced at it and answered.
“Huaixu, did the Xu Family really call off the engagement?”
Because of what happened before, Mrs. Song always felt intimidated when facing him now.
“Your son did wrong first—why can’t others do the same?”
The man was calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
“Well… the engagement hasn’t been mentioned in years. They aren’t married yet; dating is normal. He’ll settle down after marriage.”
“You should say that to the Xu Family.”
Mr. Song Huaixu slipped on a shirt one-handed, buttoned up, and carelessly looped his tie, speaking absentmindedly before hanging up.
Song Tingchuan, nearby, honestly couldn’t remember what the little girl from back then looked like—just that she had very fair skin.
“If the engagement’s off, so be it. I didn’t want to go to Port City anyway.”
He didn’t care. “I’m heading out for a date. Mom, you should focus on big brother’s love life now.”
Mrs. Song didn’t bother to hide her dislike for Yue Yajun.
“Even if you don’t marry into the Xu Family, Yue Yajun will never get in!”
As for Song Huaixu, she couldn’t interfere in his marriage.
Was she trying to ruin her own peace?
If there was one thing Miss Xu Mother was good at, it was taking action—very fast action.
The day after hearing about Song Tingchuan’s scandalous news, she’d already spread word about dissolving the engagement through the social circles of Port City’s wealthy ladies.
When Miss Xu Nanyin woke up, the Hong Kong media had already reported on it extensively.
She was now the hottest marriage prospect in Port City, and Miss Xu Mother’s phone hadn’t stopped ringing.
Miss Xu Nanyin read the news with relish, surprised at how easy it all was.
Then she got up, washed, did her skincare routine, put on light makeup, and, feeling refreshed, took A Li out shopping.
No one here knew her, but as soon as she entered a brand store, the shopping assistant could tell from her looks and bearing that she was wealthy.
“Would Miss like to look at handbags?”
“Lighter,” Miss Xu Nanyin added, “for a man.”
“For an elder or a friend?”
Miss Xu Nanyin thought for a moment.
“Barely counts as a friend, I guess.”
Though he could be considered an elder—he was several years older than her.
So it was an ambiguous relationship; the shopping assistant understood immediately.
Miss Xu Nanyin knew nothing about lighters, but she always chose things by appearance.
In the end, she picked one with embedded crystals and embossed patterns.
With a gentle spin of the wheel, it would spark a flame.
A Li asked, “Isn’t this embossed design a bit much? What if Mr. Song notices it’s an evil dragon…”
Miss Xu Nanyin’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
“If you don’t say and I don’t say, who would know? At first glance, it’s just a normal dragon.”
Of course, she was just making things up.
When she saw that embossed pattern, she thought Mr. Song Huaixu was no different from an evil dragon in other people’s eyes—it fit strangely well.
Miss Xu Nanyin wrote a greeting card as well.
The shopping assistant had caught the words “Mr. Song” earlier and immediately thought of the Song Corporation’s Mr. Song—he was so outstanding, everyone knew him.
If it really was him, this girl would be wasting her time.
Over the years, countless women had tried and failed to get close to him.
There was even a wild rumor that after that drugging incident years ago, Song General Manager might have developed an illness from holding back.
But that was quickly denied.
Because among Mr. Song’s close friends, Young Master Rong let slip that his size was quite impressive.
The shopping assistant carefully packed everything, then asked for an address to deliver it.
Miss Xu Nanyin was about to leave Ning City, so she wouldn’t give her own address.
Besides, Mr. Song Huaixu didn’t live there anymore.
But honestly, she didn’t know where Mr. Song Huaixu’s house was.
She looked at the shopping assistant—people like that always knew about the rich and powerful.
“Do you know where the Song Family lives?”
The shopping assistant’s guess was confirmed.
“Of course. Everyone in Ning City knows where the Song Family’s old residence is—it’s no secret.”
Even though she knew this girl was destined to fail, she still did her job and casually reminded her, “But Song General Manager hasn’t lived there in years. Only the Second Young Master and Mrs. Song live there now.”
Miss Xu Nanyin frowned delicately.
She remembered Mr. Song Huaixu saying his relationship with them was average—sending things to the old house wouldn’t be right.
A Li whispered, “Then where do we send it?”
Miss Xu Nanyin bit her lip, then a thought struck her.
“The company?”
Online rumors said he only loved his work, so he should be at the office during workdays. Even if he wasn’t, sending it to his office would work.
Before heading to Song Headquarters, Miss Xu Nanyin went shopping elsewhere.
Passing an adult toy store in the mall, she quietly pulled A Li inside.
She remembered the comments about Mr. Song Huaixu’s hands from last time, which had stirred her up. Her heart started racing—it must be because she didn’t bring any little toys.
There were paparazzi everywhere in Port City, so going out was risky. Here, no one recognized her. She couldn’t resist the recommendation and picked a White Rabbit design.
The matching paper bag was also white, clean and simple, with only the brand name in English at the bottom—it was impossible to tell it was for a girl’s DIY toy.
A Li muttered, “She said it’s very sexy—the rabbit ears are smooth and pointy, good for teasing, and can clamp on, plus there are multiple vibration settings. Sounds amazing. Zhuzhu, you should try it. With your sensitivity, you’ll probably need the lowest setting.”
Miss Xu Nanyin’s cheeks turned pink.
“I just liked how it looks.”
After buying a pile of things, it was lunchtime, and A Li’s hands were full, including the gift for Mr. Song Huaixu.
Miss Xu Nanyin thought for a moment and called a Runboy.
“Send these to Feilan Hotel, okay?”
She emphasized, “The white paper bag with a pattern on it—send that to Song Headquarters, for Mr. Song Huaixu. Don’t mix them up.”
She picked up the bag with the lighter.
It was too hot outside—she’d wanted to deliver it herself, but decided against it. Air conditioning and milk tea were much more comfortable.
Her intention would be clear enough—she’d even written a greeting card.
When the Runboy arrived, she added a few more little gifts and even made a painted fan.
The delivery guy couldn’t help glancing at her. In all his time on the job, he’d never seen such a beautiful girl—her skin was flawless, and she spoke so softly.
“Did you get all that?”
Miss Xu Nanyin asked again.
“Ah—yes, I got it! The white bag goes to Song Headquarters.”
The delivery guy snapped to attention, blushing. “Don’t worry, I’ll deliver it!”
Seeing the heat, Miss Xu Nanyin gave him an iced milk tea.
Thinking back, she realized she’d forgotten to get Secretary Jiang Chen’s contact information these past few days, let alone Mr. Song Huaixu’s.
She immediately contacted Yun Xia, and sure enough, got it quickly—though even Yun Xia didn’t have Song General Manager’s number.
Miss Xu Nanyin sent Secretary Jiang Chen a message, reminding him to pick up the delivery from the Runboy.
The two addresses were far apart—Feilan Hotel was in the new district, Song Headquarters in the city center—so the delivery guy went to Song Headquarters first.
Secretary Jiang Chen saw all the shopping bags and immediately guessed Miss Xu had been in a good mood today.
The boss would probably be happy with the gifts as well.
“This one!”
“Are you sure?”
Secretary Jiang Chen was always cautious.
“She said it’s a white paper bag—can’t be wrong.”
The delivery guy was confident.
“I’m a professional.”
Secretary Jiang Chen noticed there was another white shopping bag in his car, but in the end, he decided to trust the professional’s memory—hopefully, there wouldn’t be a mix-up.