After transmigrating into the book, she clung tightly to her captain husband and wouldn't let g

The old man was too old to withstand the shock, so Ji Jingshen quickly shut up and patted Song Hongguo's chest to help him catch his breath.

After a moment of silence, Song Hongguo said in a hoarse voice, "Qianyi must have done something foolish again."

Ji Jingshen pursed his lips and said, "No, it's just that our relationship has broken down."

It's a very general reason; it can be explained in a broad or narrow way.

Song Hongguo glanced at him sideways and snorted coldly.

Judging from Ji Jingshen's expression, it's definitely not a simple emotional breakdown. There's probably some misunderstanding involved, and it would be better for the two of them to talk it out.

He opened his phone: "I'll call her over right now, and you two can talk things out in person."

"Grandpa, no." Ji Jingshen quickly stopped him, a dark glint flashing in his eyes: "She probably doesn't want to see me right now."

Song Hongguo rolled his eyes and didn't press the matter further. He changed the subject and asked about work. He was even more pleased to hear that Ji Jingshen had returned to the company. He then brought up the project and asked Ji Jingshen to go to the neighboring city to take a look.

Ji Jingshen was always happy to listen to opinions, and he thought Song Hongguo's suggestion was feasible. He then asked Shen Chen to book the tickets and played two games of chess with the old man before leaving.

As Song Hongguo watched Ji Jingshen slowly leave, he stroked his beard, a smile spreading from the corner of his eyes.

They even said their relationship had broken down, and while playing chess, he kept looking outside, hoping that Song Qianyi would come.

Unfortunately, Song Qianyi didn't come.

It's nothing, just a phone call away.

When Song Qianyi came over and saw her grandfather, she felt wronged and hugged him tightly. She held on until she could hold back the tears in her eyes before letting go.

"Did you have a fight with Jing Shen?" Song Hongguo hit the nail on the head.

"It wasn't exactly an argument," Song Qianyi pouted. "It's all over."

"why?"

Song Qianyi stammered for a long time, unable to give a coherent explanation.

She couldn't very well tell the old man that she had once tried to find another woman to sleep with his grandson-in-law, could she?

Seeing this, Song Hongguo didn't ask any more questions. He simply said, "Jing Shen left in such a hurry that I forgot to tell him. He's going to a neighboring city, so I should ask him to visit my old friend for me."

Upon hearing Ji Jingshen's name, Song Qianyi's eyes lit up, and she asked casually, "Grandpa, where is your old friend?"

"you want to go?"

"If I could go, that would be wonderful! It would be such an honor to visit an old friend on behalf of Grandpa!"

Song Hongguo burst into laughter: "Then I'll have to trouble you to go."

Song Qianyi laughed along with her.

There are still people in this family who care about her!

Song Hongguo did indeed have an old friend in a neighboring city, Feng Yuanshan, who was his former comrade-in-arms.

When Feng Yuanshan and his family received a call from Song Hongguo, they asked a younger member of the family to pick up Song Qianyi from the airport.

It was Song Qianyi's first time meeting Feng Yuanshan, and she was a little reserved. Fortunately, she was always sweet-talking, and she managed to make the old man smile in just a few words.

In particular, Feng Yuanshan's wife, Li Wanjun, liked it very much.

There was nothing they could do; the Feng family consisted entirely of boys, with three sons and not a single girl among their grandchildren.

Upon seeing the sweet-talking and beautiful Song Qianyi, he wished he could immediately adopt her as his goddaughter.

Seeing his wife holding onto Song Qianyi's hand tightly, Feng Yuanshan coughed.

Li Wanjun understood and said with a smile, "You've come at the right time. There's a banquet tonight, and Grandma will take you to join in the fun."

Song Qianyi couldn't refuse the invitation from her elders, and although she was thinking about finding Ji Jingshen, she could only arrange it for tomorrow.

Song Qianyi hadn't prepared anything and thought it would be rushed, but the Feng family had already prepared clothes, jewelry, and even a makeup artist.

She was tidied up in less than two hours.

Song Qianyi stood in front of the mirror, then looked down at the clothes that fit her too well, feeling that something was wrong.

The banquet wasn't a very formal business event; the attendees were all wealthy and influential, but they were there for business purposes.

This was Song Qianyi's first time attending a banquet since she arrived, so she was understandably excited.

Indeed, being a waiter and being an invited guest at a banquet are completely different experiences.

After introducing Song Qianyi to a few people, Li Wanjun got a little tired and found a corner to sit down and rest.

Seeing that Song Qianyi was following him around, he sent her out to play by herself.

Song Qianyi declined several times, but finally had to agree.

The pastries at the banquet were exquisite and delicious, and she couldn't help but eat a few more while listening to the conversations of the strangers around her.

No wonder such a simple semi-commercial banquet would attract so many people. After Grandma Li's introduction, she knew that everyone present was either rich or powerful.

It turns out, it was all to get to know the person in charge of the Ji family.

What a coincidence, Ji Jingshen also shares the surname Ji.

Song Qianyi was pondering where to find Ji Jingshen tomorrow, and was considering whether to hire a detective when the crowd suddenly became lively, with everyone intentionally or unintentionally squeezing towards the door.

"President Ji is here."

Song Qianyi stood still.

She's just here for the fun of it, so she won't go.

The man walked in surrounded by a crowd, and many people chatted with him.

The crowd was so large that Song Qianyi could only see a few strands of hair.

Who exactly is this person who can make these big shots keep trying to curry favor with him?

Song Qianyi waited a while longer, but still couldn't catch a glimpse of the great man's face through the gap. She looked around and went straight up to the second floor.

The location here is great; you can see Ji right in the middle of the crowd...

Ji Jingshen?!

Song Qianyi couldn't believe her eyes and blinked several times before looking again.

It was him, no doubt.

The tailored suit was crisp and well-fitting, enveloping the man's strong body. His handsome face remained expressionless, distant and indifferent. His hair had grown a bit longer, with a few stray strands hanging over his forehead, adding a touch of gloom.

He chatted with the people around him for a few moments, then raised his glass and took a small, symbolic sip.

Looking up, she saw someone standing by the second-floor railing. Her movements paused slightly, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. She narrowed her long, phoenix-shaped eyes slightly. Once she was sure it wasn't a hallucination, she put down her wine glass and pursed her lips.

Ji Jingshen never expected to see Song Qianyi here.

She seemed to have lost weight; her neck was long and slender, her collarbones were prominent, and her figure under the fishtail skirt was exquisite, with a waist that was even thinner, almost too small to be grasped.

Their eyes met suddenly, and she was still in shock, like an elf who had accidentally wandered into the human world.

He looked up for so long that many people followed his gaze.

Song Qianyi quickly turned around, her back to everyone. Her hands and feet were stiff, and she had not yet recovered from the shock.

"That's the president of the Ji Group, isn't he handsome?" A young man with slicked-back hair walked over and struck up a conversation: "Unfortunately, he's already married. Miss, you might want to consider me."

I thought it was a friendly introduction, but it turned out to be a way of striking up a conversation.

Song Qianyi raised her right hand, revealing her wedding ring on her ring finger. "I'm sorry, my husband probably wouldn't let me consider you."

The young man was surprised that Song Qianyi was so young and beautiful and already married. He stared at the ring for a long time, but finally forced a smile and said, "Then let's just consider it as making friends."

Song Qianyi nodded.

After the young man left, Song Qianyi took a deep breath, turned around, and Ji Jingshen was no longer visible in the banquet hall on the first floor.

Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes darted through the crowd, and finally she spotted the figure in a corner. She lifted her skirt and ran over.