The moment the elevator door closed, Qiao Wan specifically checked the time on her phone.
Ten forty-five.
It was late at night, a man, a woman, or an old lover. Apart from that trivial matter, she really couldn't think of the reason why Jiang Weishu came to her door.
What's more, the house in Jiuyuan Mansion cannot enter the unit floor without an access card.
At this time, Qiao Wan no longer had the desire to go upstairs.
The driver took her to the rented apartment. No one had lived here for several days, and the room had a musty smell. She put down her luggage and started cleaning.
It was past early morning when I lay down in bed after taking a shower.
She was obviously sleepy and tired, but she still couldn't fall asleep even after turning off all the light sources in the room.
Song Jinnan left her behind in the middle of the night to comfort Liang Tan who had cut his wrists. Jiang Weishu appeared in Jiuheyuan at night——
It turned out that she had no sense of existence at all in Song Jinnan's eyes.
For two days, Song Jinnan only called her once, but she didn't answer. Song Jinnan disappeared from her world like an innocent person.
This is not what she wants!
My mind was groggy and I had been thinking a lot. I fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning. When I woke up the next day, it was already half past twelve noon.
Today is the weekend and a rare day off for her.
The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to look at my phone. The WeChat and DingTalk work groups were quiet and there were no new work notifications.
Opening DY, the explosive words "Song Jinnan Night Club Female Secretary" caught Qiao Wan's eyes!
Qiao Wan quickly scrolled through several videos. The whistleblower not only posted photos of Jiang Weishu going to Jiuhe Garden last night, but also posted photos of Jiang Weishu and Song Jinnan coming out of the elevator together this morning, walking in and talking and laughing. A short video of the parking lot.
The video is only four or five seconds long, and the interaction between the two smiling and looking at each other takes up a full three seconds.
Think about yourself, and then think about the poor woman in the hospital who performed an abortion for him and had her uterus removed——
Haha, Song Jinnan really lived among hundreds of flowers without even a single leaf touching him!
The news that Song Jinnan and Jiang Weishu spent the night together in Jiuheyuan became a hot search topic in Jiangcheng.
DY’s screen is full of their bad things, and it’s hard not to read them.
After reading some comments, 90% of netizens are asking Song Jinnan for Jiang Weishu's status, saying that Jiang Weishu has been following Song Jinnan for many years and has been silently giving without asking for anything in return...
If Qiao Wan had not dealt with Jiang Weishu, he would have been brainwashed by netizens' saliva.
Soon, Qiao Wan was shocked to discover that the scandal between a rich man and a civilian secretary had spread to the Song family's official website.
Hundreds of ignorant netizens left messages on Weibo, the official website of the Song family, denouncing Song Jinnan and asking him to give Jiang Weishu the recognition he deserves as soon as possible.
Song's official website had to close the comment function.
A group of netizens have become Jiang Weishu's natal family, and Jiang Weishu has become the woman who has stood behind Song Jinnan for many years and only wants to give without getting anything in return.
Qiao Wan found it very ridiculous.
It is true that Song Jinnan is a romantic ruffian and a heartless man, but Jiang Weishu is definitely not a Cinderella who is so weak that anyone can manipulate her!
After exiting DY, Qiao Wan checked WeChat again. The last message she had with Song Jinnan was before she went to Seagull Island.
She was wondering whether Song Jinnan would be happy or angry when he saw that the scandal with Jiang Weishu was a hot topic.
Mr. Song's hospitalization caused a commotion in the entire Song family. Song Jinnan caused this incident just after his blind date with Ye Sheng. He was destined to lose points. Who is messing with Song Jinnan?
The first thing she thought of was Jiang Weishu, who had been with Song Jinnan for many years without any name or status, and it was certain that he wanted to rise to the top.
The second one is Song Jing, but he doesn't seem to have this ability. To be precise, it is Song Jing's mother Mo Qingli.
Qiao Wan stared at the WeChat chat interface with Song Jinnan, unwilling to quit his life, and decisively dialed his number.
When the ringtone ended, Song Jinnan didn't answer the call, but he called back within a minute.
Before pressing the answer button, Qiao Wan took a deep breath.
"Come back?" Song Jinnan's voice was as pleasant and calm as ever, and it seemed that he was not affected by the hot search.
She carefully explained, "I was notified the day before yesterday that it was urgent to go to Seagull Island. The filming schedule was in a hurry, so I didn't tell you."
This argument was very low-spirited and far-fetched. She knew Song Jinnan wouldn't believe it, but she really couldn't think of a better reason.
Song Jinnan only said "Oh" meaningfully and made no comment.
She deliberately complained in a sour tone: "You and Jiang Wei are hotly searched in books."
"Up."
There was a deep smile in Song Jinnan's final voice.
Qiao Wan never expected that he would answer so simply, and was suddenly speechless.
"Angry, huh?" Song Jinnan asked unhurriedly.
"I'm angry." Qiao Wan started to act like a resentful woman, "I always thought that you and Jiang Weishu had a purely superior-subordinate relationship, but I didn't expect that she would also be your guest."
"Purity never exists in the world. Sometimes what you see is just what others want you to see." Song Jinnan changed the subject, "Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, I will ask my assistant to put in the five million advertising sponsorship fee. For the public account of the TV station, remember to remind the finance department to record it for you."
Qiao Wan was a little confused after hearing this. After a while, she remembered that Song Jinnan had promised to give her five million in advertising sponsorship as long as she stayed with Liang Tan for one day.
The TV station has regulations that allow advertising fees to be offset against employee performance and a 2% commission.
She quickly clicked on the calculator on her mobile phone and calculated. With five million advertising fees in her account, she would have a commission of one hundred thousand yuan!
"You calculated the accounts so clearly because you want to draw a clear line between you and me?" She gradually calmed down and asked pitifully, "Now that the whole Internet is forcing you to give Jiang Weishu a status, have you decided to marry me?" Is she a wife?"
Song Jinnan on the other end suddenly smiled lightly, "You have a rich imagination."
"Am I going to be out of the game?" Her voice was filled with despair. "Song Jinnan, I'm not willing to accept it—"
"What are you unwilling to accept?" Song Jinnan had something in his words.
She couldn't tell her true unwillingness. In order not to be eliminated, she must now repair the relationship with Song Jinnan. "I can't explain it clearly on the phone. Let's meet in person."
"No time." Song Jinnan refused.
She refused to give up: "If I don't have time at noon, I will do it in the afternoon."
"I haven't had time recently." Song Jinnan's voice became colder. "I'm going to move back to my old house now. You can pack your clothes and daily necessities."
Asking her to pack her luggage, isn't it just to force her to move out of Jiuheyuan?
She was a little broken, but she still had the patience to ask tentatively, "Are you in Jiuheyuan now? Can I go over now?"
She has always believed that a man's character is better than his skin.
If it hadn't been for that incident a year ago, she wouldn't be so humble.
A rich second-generation scumbag like Song Jinnan felt dirty to her eyes even if she looked at him more than once.
But now, she had to succumb to the cruel reality.
"Can."
As soon as Song Jinnan finished speaking, she picked up her coat and hurried downstairs.
