Volume One, Chapter 125: Wedding Dress

The dinner party came to an end, and colleagues were gradually picked up by their boyfriends and girlfriends.

Song Qingyu said goodbye to Xie Changhe and Gu Yuandong, intending to go home.

As she stepped out of the restaurant, she saw Sheng Yuru clinging to Chu Xingzhi, acting coquettishly. “Why did you only come to pick me up now? I was so worried waiting for you.”

She tiptoed to kiss Chu Xingzhi, but he frowned in disgust and dodged her.

Noticing Song Qingyu coming out, he hastily pushed Sheng Yuru away.

Sheng Yuru pouted, wanting a kiss, but seeing Chu Xingzhi’s eyes fixed on the entrance, she followed his gaze and saw Song Qingyu. Her expression instantly darkened.

After all this time, he still cared about Song Qingyu!

“Hmph, I advise you to give up on her. Even if she divorces that worker husband of hers, she’ll never be with you.”

“She’s aiming higher now—set her sights on my cousin.”

Suddenly, a red sports car stopped at the restaurant entrance, drawing everyone’s attention with its multi-million price tag.

The door opened, and Lu Rongrong stepped out wearing a red coat. She was stunning and fierce.

“The future CEO’s wife has come to pick up President Gu.”

“President Gu is so lucky!”

“President Gu drank a lot of oxtail soup tonight; this will surely be a wonderful night.”

People whispered suggestively nearby. Song Qingyu didn’t understand the connection between oxtail soup and a wonderful night.

Since many people were hailing taxis, Song Qingyu hadn’t gotten a ride yet.

In such cold weather, even Chu Xingzhi felt a pang of sympathy for her. Damn Pei Jingmo—what happiness could he possibly give Qingyu?

Ignoring Sheng Yuru’s furious glare, Chu Xingzhi walked over to Song Qingyu. “Qingyu, let me take you home.”

Sheng Yuru’s eyes shot laser-like daggers at her, clearly warning that if Song Qingyu dared to get in Chu Xingzhi’s car, she would make her pay.

Song Qingyu wasn’t afraid of her; she simply didn’t want any more entanglement with Chu Xingzhi.

“No, thank you.”

Sheng Yuru snorted and sashayed over to Lu Rongrong. “Rongrong, you better keep an eye on my cousin. Don’t let someone who’s got one foot out the door steal him away from you.”

Realizing Sheng Yuru meant Xie Liuzheng, Lu Rongrong sneered dismissively.

After getting drugged and ending up with another man, Xie Liuzheng had become much more subdued. She no longer harassed Gu Yuandong, and men like Gu Yuandong, though they never admitted it, were definitely bothered by women who had been with other men.

See? With a little effort, all those so-called white knights would be dealt with.

“Hmph, no one can snatch anything from me.”

Then Lu Rongrong cast a cold glance at Song Qingyu. “Miss Song, how is Miss Zheng?”

Song Qingyu frowned. Why did Lu Rongrong suddenly ask about Liuzheng?

“Thank you for your concern, Miss Lu. Zheng is doing well.”

“That’s good. I was worried she might have psychological trauma from last time.”

Lu Rongrong’s words made Song Qingyu uncomfortable. “Zheng did nothing wrong. The one who should have trauma is the person who drugged her.”

“Heh—”

Lu Rongrong sneered. If Song Qingyu weren’t an employee of Tianqi Group, and considering that Gu Yuandong and Fu Linhan seemed to value her, she wouldn’t even bother with such a nobody.

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“Yuru, is Yuandong still in the restaurant?”

“Yes.”

Sheng Yuru gave Lu Rongrong a meaningful look. “Come on, Rongrong.”

Under her coat, Lu Rongrong wore only a lace slip dress. She was determined to win over Gu Yuandong.

However, after searching the restaurant, Lu Rongrong couldn’t find Gu Yuandong. Sheng Yuru wouldn’t lie to her, would she?

Just as she was about to ask someone, she saw Song Qingyu’s husband coming out of the restroom.

That man was undeniably handsome. On the surface, he seemed cold and ruthless, but to Song Qingyu, he was considerate and gentle.

Was he here to pick up Song Qingyu?

Wasn’t Song Qingyu standing right at the door? Did he not see her?

Looking closely, this man did resemble Gu Yuandong somewhat.

At that moment, Xie Changhe came out. “Hey, aren’t you… Qingyu’s husband?”

“Manager Xie, I’m here to pick up Qingqing.”

“She already left, didn’t you see?”

“Maybe it was too crowded, I didn’t notice. I’ll call her now.”

Xie Changhe watched Pei Jingmo walk away and sighed for his boss.

He had just urged Qingyu to drink more oxtail soup. Now, he’d just made a wedding dress for someone else.

President Gu really was miserable!

“Manager Xie—”

Hearing someone call him, Xie Changhe turned to see Lu Rongrong smiling sweetly. “Miss Lu?”

“That’s me. I’m here to pick up Yuandong. Where is he?”

“Well…”

Xie Changhe’s mind raced. Miss Lu never showed up on time, but now that President Gu had drunk oxtail soup, she was here, dressed provocatively, clearly up to no good.

Logically, for President Gu’s own good, Xie Changhe should encourage a match between Gu Yuandong and Lu Rongrong.

But clearly, President Gu didn’t like Lu Rongrong; his heart belonged entirely to Song Qingyu.

He absolutely couldn’t let President Gu be with another woman in a moment of weakness.

“He’s gone.”

Lu Rongrong’s brows knit tightly. “Are you sure?”

“Ha, I saw him get into a car and leave. What else could it be?”

Clenching her fists, Lu Rongrong’s face darkened. Damn Sheng Yuru for lying to her!

Angrily leaving the restaurant, Xie Changhe shouted at the restroom door, “President Gu, I’ve sent Miss Lu away.”

The restroom was as silent as a tomb.

“President Gu?”

Finding no response, Xie Changhe checked each stall.

In the end, he was utterly baffled.

Strange. He clearly saw President Gu enter the restroom, but now he had vanished.

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“Xingzhi, let’s go.”

Chu Xingzhi’s eyes were practically glued to Song Qingyu as Sheng Yuru, her face stormy, tugged his arm, eager to leave.

The crowd at the door thinned. Song Qingyu checked her phone—someone had accepted her ride request.

But the distance was a bit far.

“Qingqing—”

Suddenly, she heard Pei Jingmo’s voice and looked toward it in delight.

The man wore a black coat. Tall and slender, he had the bearing of a model.

His face, sharp and severe as if ready to wield a knife, was softened by the bright bouquet of scarlet roses he held. When he smiled, it was disarmingly charming.

Not only Song Qingyu, but even the bystanders were stunned.

Her heart fluttered wildly, barely able to react before running into his arms.

Pei Jingmo opened his arms and embraced her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “I missed you so much, I couldn’t wait at home.”

Song Qingyu’s heart raced. In that moment, she truly felt happiness.

“I missed you too.”

Just moments ago, watching others’ lovers come to pick them up, she felt nothing special.

But seeing Pei Jingmo, she realized how delightful such a surprise could be.

Chu Xingzhi stood there, watching Song Qingyu smile as she ran into someone else’s arms. His chest felt as if it had been ripped open, bleeding profusely.

This should have been his moment!

Sheng Yuru was jealous that Song Qingyu left Chu Xingzhi and found a man like Pei Jingmo who treated her well.

She was also furious that Chu Xingzhi still couldn’t forget Song Qingyu.

“See? She’s already moved on from your memories. What’s the point of you drowning in self-pity?”

With every stab at Chu Xingzhi’s heart, Sheng Yuru felt a twisted satisfaction. “Maybe Song Qingyu never loved you that much.”

Chu Xingzhi didn’t want to hear any more and shook off her arm, driving away.

“Hey… Chu Xingzhi, you bastard!”

At that moment, Lu Rongrong came out, glaring coldly at Sheng Yuru. “Miss Sheng, you really made me waste a trip!”

“Huh?”

“President Gu is gone!”

Sheng Yuru was stunned. “Impossible! When I left, my cousin was clearly still talking to Manager Xie.”

“Hmph, don’t speak without certainty next time. Don’t waste people’s time.”

After Lu Rongrong turned her back on her, Sheng Yuru felt utterly miserable.

Hey, who had she offended?