Chapter 10 (2/2): Might Just Make the Young Girl Cry

The last one was about Yue Yajun’s Birthday Banquet.

She’d posted a photo—besides selfies and a picture with Yue Yajun, she’d also accidentally caught Song Huaixu’s side profile.

Miss Xu Nanyin only noticed because the hem of her own dress was pressed against his suit pants in the photo.

Sure enough, the comments noticed too.

[I heard a big shot came to Yajun’s Birthday Banquet, hehe.]

[It’s Song Huaixu!]

[So handsome, so tall! Such a strong aura!]

[Who’s that beside him? Shuangshuang, why didn’t you go talk to him?]

[The paparazzi used to say our Yajun and the second Song son were together, but maybe it’s actually Song General Manager?]

[Could be, ahhh! Our Yajun is a rich beauty too!]

[And I heard Song General Manager never attends this kind of party, Yajun’s is the first. How could that not be special?]

Tang Shuang picked a few to reply to, and denied the comments: [Don’t spread rumors, it’s got nothing to do with Yajun.]

She’d seen Song General Manager always with a girl by his side.

Yue Yajun saw her post and asked, “Shuangshuang, why’d you reply like that? He really did come, didn’t he?”

Tang Shuang: “But if I let the fans guess, I’m afraid something will happen. He came with that girl, you know that too.”

Yue Yajun: “But only we know, no one else will say anything. Keeping it ambiguous is more beneficial for me…”

Tang Shuang was a bit annoyed: “Then post it yourself.”

Who didn’t know Song Huaixu was cold-blooded, if he found out, she’d be the one to suffer.

She hadn’t even dared to get close and say hi last night; when she got home, her dad scolded her for ages, saying she’d missed out on a hundred million.

“Shuangshuang, that’s not what I meant.”

Yue Yajun changed the subject, “Yesterday, the girl at your house’s door—do you know her name?”

“No, first time seeing her.”

That girl was so pretty, Tang Shuang thought she’d remember if she’d seen her before.

“She asked about your house. I remember you only bought it a few years ago, right? Maybe she lived there before. Do you know the last owner?”

“No idea, I don’t handle those things, have to ask my dad.”

“Then ask your uncle.”

Tang Shuang asked, “Why do you want to know?”

Yue Yajun used Song Tingchuan as an excuse: “Tingchuan is looking.”

Tang Shuang was immediately displeased, “Tingchuan’s engagement never really mattered. I didn’t say anything about you being with him, but now you’re helping him look for that girl? She obviously doesn’t like him.”

“……”

Yue Yajun exhaled, not wanting to reveal the girl might know Song Huaixu, “I’m just asking. If you don’t want to, forget it.”

Tang Shuang edited her Weibo and hid the photo of Song Huaixu.

As Miss Xu Nanyin watched, the photo disappeared after a refresh—was it because Song Huaixu’s side had warned them?

Maybe he didn’t like appearing on other people’s social media.

She’d have to remember not to touch his sore spots in the future.

But she used ig—he couldn’t see that, right?

As night fell, Miss Xu Nanyin boarded the plane with A Li.

This time, the one liaising with her wasn’t Secretary Jiang Chen, but a girl named Wen Jiao—her name didn’t match her crisp, professional demeanor.

She wore glasses and looked every bit the elite.

She reminded Miss Xu Nanyin of those female powerhouses.

Wen Jiao exchanged contacts with her: “If Miss Xu needs anything in the future, feel free to ask me. I’m also Song General Manager’s secretary.”

Miss Xu Nanyin was curious, “How many secretaries does he have?”

Wen Jiao: “I know of at least fifteen.”

There were ones she didn’t know about?

Miss Xu Nanyin was amazed.

Unexpectedly, this trip’s chef could make Port City dishes—she hadn’t tasted them for days and really missed them.

After eating her fill, she entered her room—and froze. On the master bed was the paper bag with that little toy.

That could only have been placed there by Song Huaixu’s orders.

Miss Xu Nanyin poked Song Huaixu, hinting: [Was it you who had the bag put on the bed?]

After a while, her phone vibrated.

Song Huaixu: [In case you need it tonight.]

She hadn’t said she’d use it tonight—he was the one who needed it!

Miss Xu Nanyin didn’t reply.

The man’s gaze fell on the screen, and his lips quirked.

[It’s been declared—no one will open it for inspection. There are sleep-aiding aromatherapy scents in the room, all kinds, help yourself.]

Miss Xu Nanyin immediately went to open them—sure enough, there was a whole row.

He’d prepared everything so thoroughly.

She arrived in Port City at ten at night.

Miss Xu Nanyin thought someone would be home, but when she entered, only the maids were there, fussing over her and checking her up and down.

She laughed and dodged them, then went upstairs to wash up.

She didn’t see Miss Xu Mother before bed, but wasn’t surprised—probably off at some evening event, it wasn’t the first time.

Even when she slept until noon the next day, her mother still hadn’t come back.

Miss Xu Nanyin finally sensed something was wrong, “Did my mommy say where she went?”

“Madam went out this afternoon, to Macau, and told us not to tell anyone unless you asked.”

Macau?

Miss Xu Nanyin nodded, “Has Daddy come back?”

The maid thought, “Actually, Madam went to find Sir. Someone called her that day and said Sir was in Macau.”

Miss Xu Nanyin called.

Surprisingly, the call connected quickly, it was her father’s voice: “Zhuzhu, I’m with your mommy, we’ll be home today.”

On the other end, her mother asked, “You’re back?”

Hearing their safe voices, Miss Xu Nanyin finally relaxed and acted cute, “I came back last night. You weren’t here—hurry home!”

She planned to ask about the Old House in person.

News of Miss Xu Nanyin’s return to Port City spread quickly.

Lots of beauties messaged and called her—some asking where she’d been and why she hadn’t updated her ig, some inviting her out.

Even Miss Liang Jiamin came to ask, “Zhuzhu, out for a few days and you’re single? Did my talk about marriage really upset you? Did you lose your pearl?”

Miss Xu Nanyin was speechless.

Seeing her silent, Liang Huimin teased, “Your tears are more precious than Chow Tai Fook’s gold, each one pure gold.”

Miss Xu Nanyin: “No, you’re overthinking.”

Liang Huimin: “Now that you’re single again, and not letting us see your fiancé, is it because he’s not presentable?”

Miss Xu Nanyin corrected her, “I’m single again, he has nothing to do with me, don’t bring him up anymore.”

Liang Huimin replied, “Come to my wedding next month. If all else fails, check out my husband’s groomsmen.”

Miss Xu Nanyin hung up.

Xu Father and Miss Xu Mother came home that night.

Not just them—a few men in black suits came too, looking like bodyguards.

Miss Xu Nanyin stood in the yard, listening as her parents spoke to the man leading them—he even had a scar on his face, looking a bit scary.

Miss Xu Mother waved, “Zhuzhu, come meet someone. This is Chen Assistant from Xi Sir of Macau.”

She’d gone to Macau, and now saw Xi Jingsheng, the city’s richest man, as a suitable match.

He’d helped them this time too.

Port City and Macau were close—Miss Xu Nanyin had heard of Xi Jingsheng’s name.

His reputation was refined, nothing like Song Huaixu’s “can scare children” reputation.

They ran legal casinos there, but she’d never been.

Miss Xu Nanyin walked over politely, “Hello.”

Miss Xu Mother said, “Chen Assistant, please thank Xi Sir for us, and I’ll prepare a gift to visit soon.”

Chen Assistant: “Madam Xu, Mr. Xu, our Sir was only helping at Song Sir’s request. If you want to thank someone, thank Song Sir.”

All three of them asked in unison, “Which Song Sir?”

Chen Assistant smiled, “Song Sir of Ning City.”

Their Xi Sir said to help all the way, and now he’d fulfilled his orders, especially revealing this to Miss Xu Nanyin.

The name “Song Huaixu” instantly popped into Miss Xu Nanyin’s mind.

How was it related to him?

Was it because she’d asked about the house being sold?

Miss Xu Mother realized who it was, “It’s him.”

She was full of questions, as well as doubts for her husband.

Years of experience let her keep her smile unchanged: “Still, thank you to Xi Sir for his help.”

After seeing off Chen Assistant and the others, Xu Father said, “Song Sir hung up on me coldly last time—would he help me?”

Miss Xu Nanyin turned to her parents, “Daddy, why did you call him?”

Xu Father’s gaze darted around, “Zhuzhu, it’s late, let’s rest first, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Miss Xu Nanyin glanced at her weary mother, not pleased with her father for hiding things.

She snorted, “Daddy, you’d better think about how to explain tomorrow.”

Miss Xu Nanyin lifted her dress and hurried back to her room.

She checked the time—it was eight thirty at night. At this hour, Song Huaixu shouldn’t be asleep, right?

Miss Xu Nanyin sprawled on her bed and called him.

After a while, the call connected.

She was afraid she’d woken him.

“Did I just wake you?”

“Calling a man late at night and asking if he’s asleep,” Song Huaixu’s voice was low and meaningful on the other end.

“Are you inviting me to something?”