Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

"Meng Qing, open the door."

The moment he heard the sound, Song Xun's fingers on his knees trembled.

I keenly noticed someone in the live broadcast room.

——It seems like there is someone here.

——I heard a knock on the door.

——Are you calling the anchor’s name?

"That's all for today's live broadcast. Thank you all for your support." Song Xun's attention was all focused outside, and he had to repeat the action of turning off the live broadcast twice before he succeeded.

He got up and went to the living room. Outside the door, Jiang Shunchuan continued with a cold voice.

"I know you're in there, open the door."

Song Xun had no intention of escaping, some things had to be talked about.

The door was opened from the inside.

Jiang Shunchuan, who was standing outside the door, had a cold look in his eyes and looked quietly at Song Xun who opened the door.

He rarely looked at Song Xun with this expression; most of the time, his eyes were smiling and eager.

Song Xun thought that he came here to settle accounts with him.

"you……"

"Nothing happened to my family, and we didn't go bankrupt."

Jiang Shunchuan spoke first, his eyes fixed on Song Xun, as if waiting for his response.

Song Xun fell silent for a moment, shocked by his proactive confession.

Why did Jiang Shunchuan tell him this?

After a while, Jiang Shunchuan seemed to have run out of patience, and said sullenly, "Shouldn't you tell me something?"

Feeling that if he let things continue like this, things might get out of control, Song Xun lowered his voice and said, "I do have something to tell you."

Jiang Shunchuan's expression relaxed and he no longer looked gloomy as he did just now.

He is also very concerned about his reputation. If someone had told him four months ago that he would lower his dignity and move forward after being tricked, Jiang Shunchuan would definitely have sneered.

But that's the truth.

Jiang Shunchuan has never had another girlfriend, never brought anyone to the cinema, never let anyone ride on his motorcycle, and never kissed anyone on the Ferris wheel.

From the first time they met, in the live broadcast room, in the photos sent, to the encounters in real life, he felt moved every time, for no reason, as natural as the attraction and repulsion of magnetic fields, and there was no way to explain it.

Maybe we should be more tolerant towards the people we like.

There are so many people in the world who like money, and Meng Qing is just one of them. She may just be scared. After all, she has a boyfriend who suddenly goes bankrupt and may be in debt. From a rational point of view, reality is not completely wrong.

Jiang Shunchuan convinced himself in this way and completed a change that could be described as brainwashing.

Compared to losing Meng Qing, the situation seemed a little more difficult for him to accept, so he decided to take the initiative to take the first ninety-nine steps, but the last step had to be left to Meng Qing.

At the very least, he had to hear an apology face to face, so that he would not seem so disadvantaged.

Jiang Shunchuan waited quietly, but what he saw was Song Xun shrinking back into the door, with only his head showing. His expression showed an indescribable emptiness, and he didn't dare to look at him but avoided his gaze.

"Can you wait for me?"

Jiang Shunchuan nodded, and the door was closed again.

Looking at the closed door, Jiang Shunchuan's eyes flashed with confusion. He thought that he would wait for Meng Qing to regret and apologize, and finally the misunderstanding would be resolved. He would forgive her slightly, and after today, they would still go back to the way they were before.

Although he didn't understand what Meng Qing was going to do, Jiang Shunchuan calmed down and waited.

Or maybe Meng Qing wanted to mend their relationship and was preparing some apology gifts.

Five minutes later, the door reopened.

It was not Meng Qing that Jiang Shunchuan was preparing to apologize to, but Little Meng with a plain face and fluffy curly hair.

His future brother-in-law.

Jiang Shunchuan frowned slightly: "Where's your sister?"

Song Xun still had one hand on the door handle, and looked at him with his chin up: "I am Meng Qing."

Jiang Shunchuan's first reaction was that he was joking with him: "Stop it, call your sister out."

"I'm not making trouble, Jiang Shunchuan." Song Xun said seriously: "I don't have a younger brother at all. Xiao Meng is just a figment of my imagination. I am a man."

There was no trace of joking in his expression.

Jiang Shunchuan felt dizzy. Song Xun's pulling of the door handle was unnecessary. The door was broken into in an instant. Jiang Shunchuan now only wanted to confirm one thing.

He pushed the door open and entered room 1203, and walked straight inside.

Meng Qing's room was empty.

So Jiang Shunchuan opened the cabinet and started searching through all the drawers.

Song Xun was frightened by Jiang Shunchuan's expressionless face and didn't dare to get close to him: "Don't look for me, everything I said is true."

Jiang Shunchuan didn't listen and went to Xu Jiayan's room.

The door was locked.

"I know you're in there, Meng Qing."

"Is it fun to play tricks on me like this?"

Song Xun walked up to him, took his arm, and whispered, "There's no one inside. Do you really believe there's such a coincidence? Their appearance, height, and voice are exactly the same."

"Remember that time at the delivery station? The person you helped pick up the package for and talked to me on the phone? That was me."

Jiang Shunchuan turned stiffly and looked at him with bloodshot eyes: "Then why are you telling me all this? Don't you want money? Then why don't you keep pretending?"

He seemed to have discovered the contradiction in Song Xun's words and approached step by step.

Song Xun inexplicably felt uneasy and retreated repeatedly. He was unable to answer Jiang Shunchuan's doubts. In fact, he always had a mission and purpose for Jiang Shunchuan.

"Speak." Jiang Shunchuan's eyes swept over him inch by inch.

He couldn't let it go no matter what. Details of the past emerged one by one, why Xiao Meng never showed up when Meng Qing appeared, and why Xiao Meng did everything he could to stop him from seeing his sister that day when he stayed there.

They have the exact same look, but in the end they are the same person.

His hair just got shorter and his clothes changed, so how come his girlfriend completely disappeared?

Jiang Shunchuan's eyes were filled with madness, like some kind of dark vortex that could devour objects: "I need proof."

Song Xun took out his cell phone. He was afraid of Jiang Shunchuan, who was such a stranger to him, so he didn't even dare to speak too loudly.

"I have records on my phone. The person you have been chatting with is me."

Jiang Shunchuan waved away the phone he was holding. He just wanted to see it with his own eyes, and nothing external could make him sure.

The phone was thrown to the ground by the rough movement and hit the leg of the table.

Song Xun looked at the innocent phone on the ground with some heartache, but the next second he was dragged towards the room.

He hurriedly grabbed the door frame and looked at Jiang Shunchuan in horror: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Shunchuan didn't say anything. Seeing that he didn't cooperate, he just picked him up by the waist and the door was slammed shut.

Song Xun's mind went blank, and he felt a hand push aside his clothes and move closer to his lower back.

He began to struggle, but was thrown onto the bed by Jiang Shunchuan, who was eager to prove something. Like a fish flapping its tail on a chopping board, he was quickly pinned down, desperately waiting for the fatal blow.