Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Huisheng and Dong Mingyue came back so suddenly that he and Mu Qingyuan didn't hear any news about it, otherwise Mu Qingyuan wouldn't have asked Jian Zhinian to wait for him.

Jiang Shaoqing stood in the elevator, watching the numbers change one by one, sweat oozing from his palms.

At this time, Mu Qingyuan definitely didn't want Jian Zhinian to meet Dong Mingyue.

Ding--

The elevator stopped on the first floor. Jiang Shaoqing strode out and quickly scanned the entire rest area on the first floor.

Didn’t see anyone!!

Where is Jian Zhinian?

Jiang Shaoqing's heart skipped a beat and he hurried to the front desk.

"Where's Counselor Jane?"

The beautiful receptionist was stunned for a second before she reacted and said, "Isn't Consultant Jian reading here all the time... Uh? Where is he?"

In an instant, ten thousand thoughts flashed through Jiang Shaoqing's mind.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, I just saw that Consultant Jian seemed to have received a phone call and went out..." said another beautiful woman at the front desk.

Jiang Shaoqing instantly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you know where he went?"

"We don't know about that, but Consultant Jian left in a hurry, and his books are still on the table..."

Jiang Shaoqing went forward to take a look, and sure enough, in the corner of the rest area, there was a magazine on a round table. Given Jian Zhinian's love for books, nothing could have made him leave so suddenly without paying attention to the books, and he even put aside the agreement with Mu Qingyuan.

Jiang Shaoqing couldn't think of it.

He didn't know what to do for a moment, so he just sent a message to Mu Qingyuan about the situation...

The words are divided into two parts.

Just now, Jian Zhinian's cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

Jian Zhinian rarely answers unfamiliar phone calls and even hung up once, but the other party called again soon after.

Jian Zhinian quickly answered the call.

"Hello……"

"Zhi Nian, you are still like this. You don't like answering unfamiliar calls." A gentle and calm female voice came from the other side of the phone, strange and familiar.

Jian Zhinian's pupils trembled slightly, and a figure gradually emerged from the depths of his memory. He couldn't help but clench his phone tightly, and said in disbelief: "You are..."

"I'm Song Simin, Zhinian, you wouldn't have forgotten about me, right?" The woman was surprised, with a hurt tone in her voice.

Jian Zhinian's body trembled slightly. The past events that he had deliberately kept secret kept flooding into his mind. In the cold winter, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead...

"Miss Song has done me a favor, and I will never forget it."

Song Simin smiled slightly and said, "I was just kidding. I'm sorry to bother you. I contacted you suddenly this time because I wanted to apologize to you in person. I heard that you are also in S City. Let's go out for a cup of tea. I'll wait for you in Lianjing. See you there."

Before Jian Zhinian could ask more questions, Song Simin hung up the phone, as if she was afraid that he would refuse.

Jian Zhinian sighed slightly. In fact, as long as Song Simin wanted to see him, how could he have the right to refuse?

He searched for 'Lianjing' and found that it was a high-end teahouse, only five kilometers away from the Mu building.

Jian Zhinian did not leave immediately, but sat there for a while, calmed himself down, and then slowly stood up.

He hailed a taxi at the door, told the address, and then stared out the window in a daze.

Song Simin, why would she contact him on her own initiative?

Apologize, what are you apologizing for?

Jian Zhinian didn't understand why, but he still believed in her unconditionally.

Lianjing is a high-end Chinese-style decoration with great style and charm. It is not a simple pretentious style, but a real ancient charm.

The partition at the entrance of the teahouse imitates the style of the ancient "zhaobi". When you go inside, you will see a lot of yin-yang hollow designs on the wooden wall partitions. Even the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall appear to be authentic.

It was almost noon, but the teahouse was very quiet. The only sound was the elegant sound of a guqin that seemed to come from afar.

A soothing and elegant tune.

As soon as Jian Zhinian walked in, Song Simin came up to him and extended her hand generously.

"Zhi Nian, long time no see."

She had a generous smile, no jewelry on her body, only light makeup. The black mid-length cashmere coat was of very good texture, and she was wearing a black suit inside, and a formal white shirt inside the suit.

Simple and capable, like the elite woman sitting behind the microphone and speaking in the news.

A collision of the past and the present, Song Simin's outfit does not match the environment of Lianjing at all, but surprisingly it does not seem out of place at all.

Just as noble and imposing.

Jian Zhinian extended his hand, shook hands politely, and said, "Hello, Senior Sister."

"Come, sit down. I haven't heard from you in years. I didn't expect to hear from you in this way. Sigh, I'm really ashamed..."

The two of them sat down. The tea table was elegant and the aroma of tea filled the air.

Song Simin's tea art is the result of special etiquette training, and her every move is extremely elegant.

She is two years older than Jian Zhinian and studied medical biology. After graduating from graduate school, she took the civil service exam and went into politics. At that time, there was a government-led research project in the laboratory of K University, and she led the team.

Biology and chemistry are inseparable.

What's more, at K University, the research directions of talented people are not limited to their majors. Song Simin even has some traditional Chinese medicine skills inherited from her family, and her pulse-taking skills are better than those of ordinary doctors.

The two of them came into contact with each other and later formed a deep bond.

At this moment, Jian Zhinian was confused by Song Simin's sudden contact and shame.

Seeing Jian Zhinian's confusion, Song Simin's eyes turned and she quickly understood. She placed a cup of tea in front of Jian Zhinian and said with a smile:

"Look how forgetful I am. I forgot to tell you that Song Liangjie is my bastard cousin. I'm really sorry for disturbing you. I've already told my third uncle to apologize to you and send him to a special place for discipline."

Jian Zhinian holds the tea: …………

He didn't know how to react for a long time. Although he and Song Simin had a close relationship, they actually didn't understand each other.

"Song Liangjie, is he your cousin?"

Jian Zhinian was stunned.

Song Simin had told him that she was a non-marriage person, had no interest in love, and only wanted to pursue a career in politics; he never investigated further.

"So, the president of Qianli Group is your third uncle? And you said you would give away those shares?"

Jian Zhinian sorted out the information he knew. Mu Qingyuan didn't tell him much, and he didn't want to get involved in business affairs.

However, Mu Qingyuan did mention that Song Liangjie apologized in person and Qianli Group gave Mu shares as an apology.

"Yes, we are all members of the Song family, and our main family is in S City." Song Simin said gently.

Jian Zhinian didn't know the Song family, let alone their influence. He just took a sip of tea, looked away, and seemed a little absent-minded.

"Don't worry about it, Senior Sister. That matter has nothing to do with you. You don't have to come here to apologize for this."