According to Shen Chiyan, last night, Song Qinian stumbled into his tent in a daze in the middle of the night, and even fumbled with his clothes, trying to hug and kiss him.
Because Gong Yuqi was present, Shen Chiyan felt embarrassed to let Gong Yuqi see him make a fool of himself, so he took Song Qinian to the car.
As soon as they got in the car, Song Qinian was fiery. She first stripped herself naked, and then stripped him naked.
He had also drunk a lot, and when the dry firewood met the flames, they tossed and turned for a whole night.
In the morning, Shen Chiyan had a major project to attend a meeting and had to leave first.
He originally wanted to wake Song Qinian up, but she was sleeping too soundly. Fearing that Song Qinian would be too ashamed to face anyone, he took her with him.
After listening, Song Qinian's head felt like it had been hit by a dull club, buzzing.
She stared blankly for a long time, her face turning red and white.
She still couldn't believe she would do something so crazy. She looked at Shen Chiyan, gesturing blankly, "You... are you telling the truth?"
"Do I need to lie to you?"
As a result, Song Qinian was like being struck by lightning, and her whole being was not well.
It's over, it's over!
She never expected to have a night of wildness due to drunkenness.
It must have been because she saw Shen Chiyan kissing Lin Qiutong yesterday, and she was holding back a burst of anger. Coupled with the courage that alcohol provides, she must have woken up halfway through the night, unable to bear it, and went to settle accounts with him.
The slap mark on Shen Chiyan's face and the scar on his lips were evidence of her crime. Her own sore and soft body clearly told her how wild last night had been.
Her appearance must have been as pathetic as it could get, and she really couldn't face anyone else.
But...
The thought of Shen Chiyan kissing Lin Qiutong made Song Qinian's chest ache again.
She no longer looked at Shen Chiyan but looked out the window.
Shen Chiyan clearly felt Song Qinian's emotional change. He thought Song Qinian was still jealous because Lin Qiutong came to celebrate his birthday. He frowned and said faintly, "Qiuqiu came to celebrate my birthday despite her busy schedule. Don't act like she owes you something. A little jealousy is fine occasionally, but too much becomes annoying."
Song Qinian's hands suddenly clenched into fists. So he knew she was jealous.
He knew everything, yet he was so intimate with Lin Qiutong, completely disregarding her feelings. In his eyes, she was someone he could use when he needed her and discard like worn-out shoes when he didn't.
Seeing that Song Qinian did not respond, that feeling of annoyance surged in his heart again. He pulled Song Qinian towards him, facing him. "Did you hear me?"
Song Qinian nodded, lowering her eyes and not looking at him. This made Shen Chiyan's mood even worse.
He reached out his hand to her. "Give it to me."
Only then did Song Qinian look at him faintly, not knowing what he wanted.
"My birthday gift."
Song Qinian: "..."
This person had just told her to be generous and not to be jealous, but now he was asking for a gift.
"Don't tell me you didn't prepare one!"
Facing Shen Chiyan's dark and cold handsome face, Song Qinian couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
He didn't care about her, so why would he want her gift?
They had been married for three years, and Song Qinian had prepared a birthday gift for Shen Chiyan every year.
But Shen Chiyan had never come home on his birthday, and her gift had never been delivered.
This time, she had also prepared a gift, but when she went to give it to him and saw him kissing Lin Qiutong, she didn't want to give it anymore.
Now that she thought about it, the gift was prepared with her love for him. Regardless of whether he loved her or not, she should still give it to him.
Perhaps, after this year, she would no longer have the right to give him birthday gifts.
Thinking this, Song Qinian slowly gestured to Shen Chiyan, "I didn't bring it with me. I'll give it to you when I get home."
"...Remember what you said!"
Song Qinian nodded and closed her eyes, feeling exhausted both mentally and physically.
In the evening, when Shen Chiyan came out of the bathroom after showering and drying his hair, he saw a gift box on the bedside table.
He walked over and opened the gift box. Inside, instead of the scarf and gloves he had expected, was a round lamp.
This lamp was unremarkable, even a little ugly.
Damn Song Qinian, she gave Qinqin such a handsome helmet, but she was so perfunctory to him.
For this reason, Shen Chiyan was depressed for several days.
In the following period, Shen Chiyan became busy with work again, and Song Qinian also devoted herself wholeheartedly to her career.
Regarding the clothing store, Song Qinian discussed it with Shen Keqin. Shen Keqin agreed without hesitation. Shen Keqin had always admired Vivian and was very happy to co-design clothes with Vivian.
But she didn't expect Song Qinian to make her a small boss and give her dividends.
Song Qinian's intentions were quite clear: Shen Keqin was more suitable to be the boss of the clothing store. Moreover, she had been in the Shen family for so many years, and it was always Keqin who protected her. She wanted to share any good things she had with Keqin.
Shen Keqin was both touched and excited, and she cherished Song Qinian even more.
As time passed, the time for Song Jiashu to go abroad arrived.
On Song Jiashu's last day at Xianting, after handing over his work, he received a WeChat message from Song Qinian. As he was looking down and replying to Song Qinian, a pleasant voice suddenly called him.
"Jiashu..."
Song Jiashu looked up at the sound and saw a tall and slender man.
The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a finely tailored gray suit. He exuded an air of nobility with every gesture.
The moment he saw him, only four words came to Song Jiashu's mind.
Gentle and abstinent.
Especially his face, which was exquisite and handsome. Many male and female customers couldn't help but look at him a few more times the moment they saw him.
Some bolder women were already starting to put business cards into his breast pocket, but he politely refused them all with a smile.
Song Jiashu felt that the man looked familiar but couldn't recall who he was for a moment.
"You... you are?"
The man walked over and familiarly patted Song Jiashu's shoulder. "It's been many years, you've gone from a chubby kid to a handsome guy."
Song Jiashu suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up. "You... you are Brother Jun Shen?"
Li Junshen smiled faintly. "You finally recognize me?"
"Mhmm hmm..."
Song Jiashu excitedly hugged Li Junshen. "Oh my god, I really didn't expect to see you again. Where did you move all these years? Why was there no news?"
Li Junshen smiled and stroked Song Jiashu's head. "Are you sure we want to chat standing here?"
"Of course not. Let's go, let's go. I just got paid, I'll treat you to a meal!"
Song Jiashu found a high-end restaurant nearby. He was so happy to see Li Junshen.
When he was very young, Song Jiashu loved to follow Li Junshen. Li Junshen was very good to Song Qinian, and out of love for her, he would always give Song Jiashu any delicious food the family had.
Moreover, Li Junshen studied hard, was handsome, and intelligent. Song Jiashu had always regarded Li Junshen as his idol.
After they were seated, Song Jiashu said excitedly, "By the way, Brother Jun Shen, I'll send a message to my sister. She'll be very happy if she knows you're back."