Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

After changing her shoes, Zhu Xia took off her bracelet and put it in her bag while walking towards the living room.

Song Chengyu heard the sound and glanced sideways, sizing her up with a dim gaze. The dark green cheongsam was made of thin, soft fabric, and the style was not too tight, but a little loose, but it outlined her figure perfectly, reducing the coldness of the girl's eyes and eyebrows, making her look more gentle and graceful.

"Are you meeting friends tonight?"

Zhu Xia walked with her head down, holding the phone in one hand, her slender white fingers nimbly tapping on the screen to edit messages. Hearing the sound, she paused and looked up to find the source of the sound.

Song Chengyu was dressed in a suit and tie, his fingers loosening his tie impatiently. He must have just returned.

Zhu Xia nodded: "Yeah. I had a meal."

When the servant saw her come back, he first called her "Miss Xia Xia" and then poured her tea.

On the sandalwood tea table, a priceless purple clay teapot is emitting wisps of steam, and a short round porcelain cup is filled with fragrant tea.

Zhu Xia sat on the sofa and took the tea to test the temperature. The water temperature was suitable for drinking, and she drank half a cup of tea in one breath.

Song Chengyu wrapped his fingers around the tie and played with it nonchalantly. He glanced at Zhu Xia's behavior and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Very thirsty?"

Zhu Xia was stunned and realized that he had gulped down a lot of water, which was abnormal.

"A little bit." She looked towards the stairs. "Has Grandpa rested?"

Song Chengyu rested his elbows on the armrest of the sofa and looked at her, pouting his lips and saying, "It's very late."

Zhu Xia tapped the teacup with her slender fingers from time to time, and her thick eyelashes fluttered up and down, as if she was pondering.

"What friends did you meet tonight?" Song Chengyu asked in a gentle tone, like a husband concerned about his wife's social life.

"A friend who has come from afar." Zhu Xia said lightly.

"Male and female?"

"male."

Song Chengyu's face darkened almost instantly, and he asked with a smile on his face, "Why didn't you tell me so I could take some time to entertain him."

"No need." Zhu Xia said simply.

"Xia Xia, we are going to get married." Song Chengyu's voice was gentle but unquestionable, "I have the right to ask about all the opposite sex around you."

"The female model living in Xueyun Courtyard doesn't look very old, just in her early twenties." Zhu Xia didn't follow his words, but stated calmly, "It was you, Third Brother, who promised to give me an equal opportunity with you. I don't ask about your affairs, and you shouldn't ask about mine."

Song Chengyu had a gloomy face.

On the one hand, don't put her in a passive situation, respect her, and let the two of you get along on an equal footing.

On the other hand, he forced her and punished her at the slightest provocation, making her cry and asking her if she knew she was wrong.

The political and business struggles are bloodless and murderous.

No matter how the heirs of the upper class look on the outside, they are all heartless and cruel inside. Their careers require them to present a good family image to the outside world.

He Lianzhou and Song Chengyu are extremely capable people in power and do not need business or political marriages to consolidate their position and expand their family business.

For Song Chengyu, even if he ignores the old man's remarks about his grandson's daughter-in-law and the support of Chief Meng, Zhu Xia is still the best and most suitable candidate.

The two grew up together, knew each other well, understood each other, and had a lot of affection for each other.

Song Chengyu has excellent IQ and EQ but is also young, frivolous and rebellious. Women flock to him, some pure, some charming, some bright, some delicate... too many to count.

Before the age of 22, he was chaste and had never had a woman. He was completely devoted to his childhood sweetheart who protected him from disasters and troubles. The only time he made a mistake was when he was years old, when the outspoken and bright girl declared that she wanted to pursue him and pluck this flower from the mountain.

The girl was pretty and had a unique personality, so Song Chengyu thought it would be nice to make friends with her. The two of them came and went, having a great time.

Until one day, Zhu Xia went to Song Chengyu's school to find him and witnessed the girl kissing Song Chengyu with her own eyes.

Even though it was the girl who took the initiative, even though Song Chengyu refused afterwards, even though he only kissed her on the cheek...but the situation was irreversible.

Growing up together as childhood sweethearts, it is undeniable that Song Chengyu is indeed very good to Zhu Xia.

She has also been playing the role of a well-behaved childhood sweetheart.

The air froze for a long time.

"Third brother, I'm going back to rest." Zhu Xia got up from the sofa, her tone calm, as if she was still the obedient, sensible little girl who obeyed her third brother.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere around her suddenly became sharp and gloomy. Song Chengyu made a phone call with a gloomy and impatient look on his face.

"Find out who Xia Xia met after she left the Meng family today. Report to me no matter if they are men or women, young or old. Also, tell Li Xuan a message - who gave her the courage to appear in front of Xia Xia?"

It has been many years since I saw Mr. Song so angry. The special assistant on the other end of the phone responded tremblingly.

After hanging up the phone, Song Chengyu threw the phone into the sofa in annoyance. He leaned against the sofa, raised his hand to take off his gold-rimmed glasses, and pinched his brow bone with his index finger and thumb.

He promised to give Xia Xia equality and agreed to let her go abroad... The two of them were in a cold war and he forced her to have sex with him when he was drunk. She did not cry or make a fuss, but negotiated with him calmly.

Ask him to give her the freedom she deserves.

He gave it.

But unexpectedly, two years later, she came back from London and proposed to cancel the engagement.

At that moment, Song Chengyu's heart was actually panicked for a second.

But fortunately, God treated him well.

She chose to continue with her engagement.

……

After taking a shower and drying her hair as usual, there was only one bedside lamp left in the room. Zhu Xia lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with an unfocused look.

When He Lianzhou said "So what" nonchalantly, she was actually a little at a loss.

When she broke up with him, she gave countless reasons, including but not limited to not getting married, she didn't like him, she wanted half of all his assets, he made her uncomfortable... but nothing worked.

He is so tolerant.

This is not at all in line with the style of those in power who cannot tolerate even a grain of sand in their eyes.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were one-third open. Zhu Xia lay on her side and could see the night sky in the distance. The evening breeze blew past, and the dark clouds dissipated, bringing out the alluring moonlight with frost.

The nights in Beijing are very long, and the wind and moon are boundless.

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The next morning, Zhu Xia woke up with sleepy eyes, curled up in bed, touched her phone and found an unread message from He Lianzhou.

"Three days in France, wait till I come back"

She resisted the urge to send a "?" and edited her reply slowly.

Paris France.

Under the bright autumn sun, Bugatti La Voiture Noire speeds along Boulevard Haussmann.

Uncle Cai glanced at the man sitting in the back seat with his legs casually folded, and he felt relieved.

Normally, the private jet should fly directly from the port to Paris, but the young master specially went to Beijing for a half-day transfer.

What it is for is obvious.

He Lianzhou leaned lazily against the back of the chair, one hand casually placed on his knee, his long fingers swiping across the phone, he lowered his eyes to look at the screen, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Zhu Xia: "I don't like waiting for people"

Zhu Xia: "Are you going to France to see her?"