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A scene of mutual flattery and praise between businesses.

Dull.

Fortunately, the food at this hotel was quite good, and Song Qianyi listened to everyone's polite remarks and treated it all as a meal.

"President Ji, let me toast you." Xu Jiayin walked over with a wine glass in her sweet voice.

Ji Jingshen didn't move, but looked up at her.

Xu Jiayin was still holding her wine glass.

Ji Jingshen caught a glimpse of Song Qianyi still eating, completely ignoring him.

He pursed his lips, picked up his wine glass, gently clinked it against Xu Jiayin's glass, and took a small sip.

Before Xu Jiayin could say anything more, Shen Chen immediately interrupted, "Miss Xu, this dessert shop makes quite a few. You should go back and try them."

"I'm on a diet, so I don't eat desserts." Xu Jiayin had finally seized the opportunity to talk to Ji Jingshen and didn't want to leave.

Seeing Ji Jingshen's indifferent expression, she hesitated: "But seeing how happy President Song is eating, it must be good. I'll try some."

Back in her seat, she took a small bite and immediately frowned: "It's so sweet. Mr. Song, aren't you afraid of gaining weight from eating such sweet things?"

Song Qianyi put down her cutlery and looked up at Xu Jiayin.

Now she was certain that Xu Jiayin was hostile towards her.

It seems that this Miss Xu has feelings for Ji Jingshen and considers him an enemy.

A faint smile played on her lips: "I'm different from Ms. Xu; I don't need to manage my figure. Managing the company every day is too busy, so I need to replenish my energy."

Before Xu Jiayin could speak, she asked the others, "Is it sweet?"

"Just right."

They are all key members of the Song family, and they certainly wouldn't go against Song Qianyi.

In just a few words, Xu Jiayin felt that she was in an awkward position.

She looked at Ji Jingshen with pleading eyes.

The latter whispered in Song Qianyi's ear.

Despite being just business partners, the way they talked together gave off a sense of intimacy.

Xu Jiayin clenched her fists and forced a smile, saying, "Maybe it's because I haven't eaten candy in a long time, so I can't even handle this little bit of sweetness."

"Being a celebrity is also very hard."

When someone else chimed in, the conversation naturally shifted.

"I didn't arrange for her to be here."

Ji Jingshen whispered in Song Qianyi's ear.

Song Qianyi turned her head to look at him: "I know, I heard everything just now."

Even if it was arranged by Ji Jingshen, what could she say?

This isn't her first time experiencing company dinners; there are times when minor celebrities are invited to join in to warm up the atmosphere.

She didn't take a minor celebrity with a weak background seriously.

Ji Jingshen pursed his lips in dismay at her calm reaction.

He actually hoped she would be as angry as last time, giving him a chance to speak.

Such "generosity" left him at a loss for words.

Song Qianyi didn't notice the change in the emotions of the person next to her; her gaze fell on the braised pork belly and tiger-skin quail eggs.

As the only home-style dish among all the dishes, it tasted very good, and she especially liked it.

When the dish was placed in front of her, she reached out her chopsticks to pick it up.

The countertop rotated, and the quail egg fell onto the glass surface, leaving a trail of dark broth.

Song Qianyi looked up and saw Xu Jiayin withdraw her hand, put her hands together apologetically, and say, "I'm sorry, Ms. Song, I didn't notice."

His appearance was devout.

"fine."

Song Qianyi didn't intend to argue and picked up another piece.

Xu Jiayin's eyes reddened, and she stood up and bowed to Song Qianyi, saying, "I'm sorry."

Even with the food in her mouth, Song Qianyi had no appetite. She put it on a small plate, looked up at her, and said, "I told you, it's okay, you don't need to apologize."

She smiled slightly: "Or did you deliberately turn the table when I was picking up food, and now you're worried I'll cause trouble?"

"No, no," Xu Jiayin waved her hands repeatedly.

“It wasn’t a big deal to begin with, you don’t need to overreact. Sit down,” Ji Jingshen said.

Xu Jiayin then sat down, her eyes slightly red, as if she had been bullied.

Song Qianyi opened her mouth to speak, but her hand, which was resting on her knee, was pressed down.

The moment the back of her hand touched her gently, Song Qianyi froze for a second.

Turning his head, the other person gently shook their head.

Song Qianyi pursed her lips, withdrew her hand, and ultimately did not lash out.

After the meal, Song Qianyi didn't say another word to Ji Jingshen, and left immediately afterward.

The core members of the Song family, who were originally exchanging pleasantries with the senior members of the Ji family, were unaware of what was going on, but still followed their superiors.

Ji Jingshen followed closely behind.

"Mr. Ji."

Xu Jiayin's soft voice tripped up Ji Jingshen.

She reached out and tugged at Ji Jingshen's sleeve: "Should I not have come today?"

"You already know, why ask?" Ji Jingshen took a step forward, widening the distance between them: "Miss Xu, please make yourself at home."

After saying that, he followed Song Qianyi over.

Xu Jiayin stood there watching, her gaze deep and thoughtful.

Sure enough, that woman surnamed Song was different to Ji Jingshen.

During dinner, Ji Jingshen's words seemed to be trying to smooth things over, but in reality, he was criticizing her for making a mountain out of a molehill.

Mr. Song, also known as Song Qianyi.

That good-for-nothing who always followed behind the president of the Cheng Group.

What methods did you use to make Ji Jingshen care so much?

"Song Qianyi".

Ji Jingshen called out, and everyone present stopped and looked at him.

All morning, Ji Jingshen addressed Song Qianyi as "Little President Song" very politely; this was the first time he had called her by her full name.

In an instant, various glances were exchanged among the crowd.

Song Qianyi stopped in her tracks, a formulaic smile on her face: "What's wrong, President Ji?"

The others tactfully left, and soon only the two of them remained.

Song Qianyi looked up at Ji Jingshen, her smile not reaching her eyes: "Does President Ji have any further instructions?"

“I didn’t mean to stop you just now, but openly targeting a minor celebrity is bad for your reputation.”

"Heh!" Song Qianyi chuckled.

When has she ever worried about her reputation?

"Mr. Ji is right, it's just a small matter, there's no need to make a big deal out of it."

It would have been better if this matter hadn't been brought up, because when it was, Song Qianyi felt the tightness in her chest growing bigger and bigger, almost as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

He filed for divorce but then delayed making progress, instead actively seeking her cooperation to intensify the entanglement between them.

Song Qianyi couldn't figure out Ji Jingshen.

Did they deliberately invite celebrities who have a crush on him to today's dinner party to show off his charm?

What angered her the most was that Ji Jingshen spoke up for Xu Jiayin.

“I told her it was nothing, but she kept apologizing, clearly trying to make everyone think I was being unreasonable.”

Ji Jingshen frowned.

He really hadn't thought of that.

He tilted his head slightly in thought: "She didn't, did she?"

"If you say no, then no."

Song Qianyi didn't want to continue this topic: "Send me the divorce agreement once it's drafted. We'll go through the process as soon as possible. The cooling-off period is still sixty days long, and our time is very precious."

Ignoring Ji Jingshen's gloomy face, Song Qianyi left directly.

The people in the company were waiting for Song Qianyi. When she returned, they couldn't contain their gossip: "Ms. Song, do you know President Ji?"

"Mm," Song Qianyi replied briefly, without saying anything more.

She and Ji Jingshen are about to get divorced, and saying it out loud would only give others something to gossip about.

"Don't talk nonsense when you get back. They are the client, so treat them well," Song Qianyi instructed.

Song Qianyi did not return to the company, but went home instead.