amaotonovel Chapter 93 Relying on anyone is not as good as
Chapter 93 Relying on anyone is not as good as
"Let him tell me himself."
Song Qianyi hung up the phone immediately.
She was so angry that her hands were trembling.
His attitude is so unpredictable, sometimes cold, sometimes hot. Is Ji Jingshen deliberately toying with her?
Song Hongguo called again, urging Song Qianyi to go home. She had no choice but to compose herself, force herself to calm down, and drive back to the Song residence.
The Cullinan was parked in the yard, understated yet luxurious.
Song Qianyi glanced at the license plate.
She had seen this car in Ji Jingshen's garage.
So, Ji Jingshen came too?
She suddenly didn't want to go in anymore.
However, she hadn't seen her grandfather for a while, and if she turned around and left now, it would make the old man sad.
Song Qianyi's car stopped almost touching Ji Jingshen's car.
She got out of the car and looked at how she had blocked Ji Jingshen's driver's side door, feeling extremely pleased.
Shen Chen in the car: For a moment, I thought Miss Song was going to run me over!
In the living room, Ji Jingshen was playing chess with Song Hongguo, and the two chatted casually, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.
Song Qianyi walked in, sat down next to Song Hongguo, and took his arm: "Grandpa, I'm back."
"Good to be back." Song Hongguo said with a smile, "I heard you're doing very well at the company?"
Song Qianyi raised her chin slightly: "Of course, don't you know whose granddaughter she is?"
They also took the opportunity to flatter Song Hongguo.
Song Hongguo was amused, and the smile lines on his face deepened: "With such competence, wouldn't it be a waste to just be a lowly employee?"
Song Qianyi's heart skipped a beat, thinking she had misunderstood the old man's meaning, and she dared not speak.
"It just so happens that the company's general manager is being transferred to an overseas branch, leaving his position vacant. How about you fill in?"
Although they were asking for Song Qianyi's opinion, they didn't give her a chance to refuse.
For the first time, Song Qianyi hesitated: "Grandpa, I'm worried I won't do it well."
"How do you know you can't do it if you haven't even tried?" Song Hongguo said sternly. "Retreating without a fight is the act of a coward."
“Even if you encounter something you don’t understand or can’t do, you can ask me or ask Ji Jingshen.” Song Hongguo glanced in Ji Jingshen’s direction.
Song Qianyi's smile faded further as she changed the subject: "Since Grandpa trusts you, then Qianyi will try it herself."
She leaned on Song Hongguo's shoulder and said playfully, "Anyway, Grandpa's got my back."
The grandfather and grandson were being affectionate, oblivious to everyone else. Ji Jingshen sat quietly to the side, his smile not reaching his eyes.
From the moment Song Qianyi entered, she didn't even glance at him.
He's clearly angry.
He's the one who should be angry.
Song Qianyi ignored him, and he didn't provoke her either. The atmosphere between them was tense, and no one broke the ice.
The atmosphere was quiet during the meal. Song Hongguo looked at the couple, who barely interacted, a stark contrast to their close relationship last time. He understood why, put down his chopsticks, and sighed, "Sigh!"
"What's wrong, Grandpa?"
"I'm old and my life is uncertain. I don't have any big wishes. I just want to see you all living in harmony and happiness so that I can close my eyes in peace."
"Grandpa, what are you saying? You are in good health and will live to be a hundred years old."
"If you two are not on good terms, I'll close my eyes right now."
Song Qianyi felt helpless, but kept her head down the whole time.
Ji Jingshen has already put divorce on the agenda. The two of them will eventually be unable to keep it a secret. It's better to give the old man a hint now, so that the old man won't be too shocked when the divorce actually happens.
Suddenly, a warm sensation covered the back of my hand.
She looked up at Ji Jingshen.
Ji Jingshen didn't look at her, but only at Song Hongguo: "Grandpa, Qianyi and I are fine, and Song Qianyi and her fiancé are also fine. What are you saying?"
Song Hongguo opened his eyes, looked at the two holding hands, nodded in satisfaction, and continued eating.
After finishing their meal, the two chatted with Song Hongguo for a while before leaving.
Under Song Hongguo's intense gaze, the two walked out hand in hand. Once in the courtyard, Song Qianyi immediately let go of his hand, creating distance between them: "Since President Ji has decided to separate, and Grandpa needs to be informed in advance, there's really no need to pretend."
“We’ve come all this way just to be with the old man. He’s happy today, and I don’t want him to be sad,” Ji Jingshen said.
Song Qianyi pursed her lips, strode to her car, reversed, and drove off close to the Cullinan.
The ear-piercing scraping sound echoed throughout the courtyard.
She rolled down the car window, looked at the marks on the rear half of the Cullinan, and arrogantly said, "The repair costs will be deducted directly from the divorce settlement."
His gaze fell on Shen Chen: "Thank you for your trouble, Secretary Shen."
With a tap of the accelerator, the car roared to life and sped away.
Ji Jingshen chuckled and shook his head before getting into the car.
He had clearly seen that Song Qianyi's car had also been scratched deeply.
"To injure the enemy by a thousand, one will also suffer eight hundred casualties."
It was late at night, and there weren't many cars on the road. Song Qianyi kept her foot on the gas pedal and drove very fast.
The night breeze rushed in through the open car window, carrying a coolness that seeped into my very being.
The original owner's tragic end kept replaying in his mind.
She still couldn't change the fact that she and Ji Jingshen would separate.
So she looked for another way.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on anyone.
Ji Jingshen is a powerful patron, but she's not bad either.
On Monday, at the Song Corporation's routine meeting, employees sat in the large conference room discussing changes in the company's management.
"I heard that the new general manager is the old chairman's granddaughter."
"She must be quite young. Can she handle such a large company?"
"The chairman's granddaughter, her methods must be quite sophisticated, right?"
As they talked, the conversation somehow drifted to their granddaughter, and everyone turned to look at Song Qiu. One busybody even asked, "Song Qiu, is the new chairman your sister?"
"Why did the old chairman appoint your sister as general manager, but only make you a junior intern?"
Song Qiu blushed and remained silent.
Sun Man suddenly asked, "Where is Qianyi?"
As soon as she spoke, everyone's attention was diverted, and no one brought up Song Qiu's previous act of pretending to be the daughter of the Song family.
Song Qiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the empty seat next to Song Qianyi, thinking to herself that it was better that she didn't come.
"I'm coming."
The person at the door had sharp ears and heard the approaching high heels, so they whispered a warning.
The previously noisy conference room instantly fell silent.
Everyone's eyes turned towards the doorway.
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, a collective sigh rippled through the room.
Song Qianyi walked into the conference room amidst the various gazes of the crowd and sat down in the main seat.
Her slightly upturned eyeliner and black suit made her look capable and elegant.
Song Hongguo's secretary, Li Zhigang, placed the prepared nameplate in front of her.
"General Manager, Song Qianyi."
Six words are enough to explain everything.
The meeting room suddenly erupted in chaos.
Song Qiu stared intently at Song Qianyi.
It turns out that the Song family's daughter is actually Song Qianyi.
Sun Man was also caught off guard and didn't react in time.
In their daily interactions, she could sense that Song Qianyi was not from an ordinary family, but she never considered that Song Qianyi was the daughter of the Song family.
Song Qianyi took in everyone's different expressions and, feeling that it was about time, gently tapped the table.
The meeting room did not fall silent.
It wasn't until Li Zhigang spoke up: "Quiet."