Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub

Chapter 112: Were you the one who wanted to marry me then?

"okay." Meng Jingxian replied with a smile, her tone as gentle as ever on the phone.

Song Ziyun was drowning in excitement, and did not notice Meng Jingxian's eyes. When he looked at her, he was noticed and slightly exiled.

The woman holding her arm was the wife of Yan Huai, a wealthy family in Kyoto, who was in power. When Song Ziyun walked into the place, her back was more upright than before, and her chin was raised higher.

He immediately walked over to Song Chunsheng who was pushing the cup along with the others, and said with a smile, "Dad, this is Aunt Meng whom I have often mentioned to you. I used to talk to Aunt Meng on the phone when I was overseas."

Then he introduced Meng Jingxian, "Aunt Meng, this is my father Song Chunsheng, who is a strict father at home."

Song Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered, and immediately stopped socializing, smiled at Meng Jingxian and nodded, "Ms. Meng, Ziyun often calls you home after returning to China. I've heard about you for a long time. Hello."

He did not call Madam Yan directly, but Meng.

This kind of coping attitude is fine, there is a limit to forward and backward, coupled with a mature and graceful face, it is easy to make people feel happy.

Meng Jingxian nodded, "Master Song, hello."

Song Chunsheng turned to Song Ziyun and said, "Ms. Meng is your honored guest, You should treat her well, and you should not ignore her."

“Don't worry, Dad, I'll be with Aunt Meng tonight!” Song Ziyun responded jokingly, then took Meng Jingxian the other way, “Dad, you keep chatting with your uncle, I won't bother you, I'll take Aunt Meng to Go somewhere else."

Other people did not know Meng Jingxian's identity, but looking at Song Chunsheng's attitude and listening to what he said, they could also tell that Meng Jingxian's identity was not simple.

After Song Ziyun took people away, everyone immediately asked Song Chunsheng jokingly.

"My little girl loves to play. He went abroad a few years ago. Coincidentally, he met the wife of the head of the Yan family in Kyoto. It turns out he's his best friend." Song Chunsheng raised his glass and gestured to continue drinking. His eyes and eyebrows were affectionate towards his daughter. Drowning and proud.

Compared to his attitude towards Song Yueliang, this was embarrassing.

But that's another story.

From the information revealed in Song Chunsheng's words, knowing that the beautiful woman Song Ziyun was carrying was actually the wife of the head of the Yan family in Kyoto, who was the first lady of the Yan family, everyone who was already extremely flattering Song Chunsheng became even more excited.

The Dingfeng company was co-founded by Song Ziyu and Yanqin, representing the Song family and the Yan family respectively.

This meant that the Song family had established a relationship with the Yan family in Jingdu.

But "yan" Yanqin was different from "yan" Madam Yan.

One was the second child of the Yan family, and the other was the wife of the head of the Yan family. It is clear at first glance which is more important.

Climbing to Yanqin was not the same as climbing to Meng Jingxian.

The only thing they had in common was that the Song family was the only one who made a profit.

At this moment, Song Ziyun was unable to find Fang Ru anywhere on the first floor, and after asking others, she brought Meng Jingxian to the private room on the second floor, which she was in, and met directly with Fang Ru.

The moment the two entered, the atmosphere in the personal space was not harmonious.

The fat lady with messy makeup leaned against the sofa and cursed whatever she looked like. Fang Ru and several other women of her age were sitting at the end of the sofa with different expressions.

"Song Yueliang, woman******* that smell, motherfucker! How dare you throw me!"

"A small, damaged real estate company gave it to a capable company. No matter how bad my Ding family is, they are also an established family in Huicheng. How dare he ignore it?"

"Aru, lady****** this little vile is so arrogant, thanks for being able to bear it!"

"Anyway, I can't stand it, and I won't spoil it! Let's wait and see after this reception, I should make him kneel before me and beg for mercy!"

Ziyun's song was very embarrassed.

She had not expected to bring Meng Jingxian here, and when she entered the door, she heard a series of ominous curses, which were extremely vulgar.

He hurriedly wanted to interrupt Ms. Ding, but someone preceded him.

“Song Yueliang, how did he offend you?”

There was silence in the private room, and when everyone turned their heads, they saw Song Ziyun standing not far from the door and a graceful woman within the cheongsam.

The lady in cheongsam was the one who spoke.

But in the current situation, he had no time to think about it, so he hurriedly brought Meng Jingxian back, and Fang Ru said with a smile, "Mom, you know, it's Aunt Meng I mentioned often, and I managed to invite her here."

"Miss Yan?!" Fang Ru woke up in shock, and quietly walked in to greet him.

When she saw her daughter standing with a woman in cheongsam just now, she was already second-guessing in her heart, but now she heard her own daughter justify it, his happiness cannot be expressed in words.

"Aru—" Mrs Ding and the others were still a little overwhelmed, and wanted to ask.

Fang Ru winked at some people, "Let's talk about what just happened. There are honored guests here today, so don't call them unhappy ones."

Meng Jingxian narrowed her eyes slightly, walked over to sit up gracefully, and turned her head towards Madam Ding, "I don't know what's going on right now, can I listen? What happened to Song Yueliang?"

…

Toilet on the second floor.

Song Yueliang stood in front of the sink, the water from the faucet was flowing, and the water was rushing.

He slowly wiped away the red wine stains on the back of his hands, shoulders, and neck, then half-lifted his eyes to look at the woman in the half-length mirror in front of him.

Hair shaved shoulder to shoulder, red lips lit up, and cool black eyes.

Sai Xue's complexion and pitch-black evening gown collided violently, making the woman's aura even more flamboyant and powerful.

It was just the woman's eyes, with a faint expression of exhaustion and darkness.

Song Yueliang closed her eyes, her daughter's innocent smile flashed through her mind, and a pair of dark peach blossom eyes with a smile flashed across her mind.

Opening his eyes again, the tiredness and darkness in his eyes faded, and sharpness appeared.

He hooked his red lips lightly and turned off the faucet.

It was very difficult before, but he can handle it.

Now he's more motivated to move forward, I can get tired.

There was no one in the bathroom, very quiet.

After the sound of water disappeared, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor was clearly heard.

Song Yueliang walked out of the bathroom flatly.

As soon as he came out of the corner, he was confronted by a tall and slender figure.

The second-floor toilet is at the end of the corridor, and there is a private room upstairs for VIP guests, and very few people walk in the corridor.

Even if someone was walking and there was a floor in the corridor, it was hard to hear his voice.

The place where Song Yueliang was blocked at the moment was the narrowest place between the bathroom and the corridor, where the lights were dimmer the most.

The hustle and bustle downstairs makes this place even more secluded.

Song Yueliang raised her eyes.

The man stood upright quietly, his tall stature evoking a great sense of oppression, and his eyes hidden in the darkness were filled with aggression.

Song Yueliang did not speak, and moved around her and left.

"Yueyue, is that why you don't want to meet me?" said the man, his low voice looked like a smile, and he was careless.

Song Yueliang stopped, raised her head again, and looked directly into her eyes behind the lens.

“Do you want to marry me then?” She asked.

The air suddenly stopped for a moment, making it difficult to breathe.

"It's me." The man lowered his head, the smile in his voice disappeared, and his black eyes were fixed tightly on him, "Did he tell you his identity?"