Chapter 42 042 Return the love you once had. ...

Tang Sijia ended her business trip the next afternoon and boarded the plane back to Beijing.

After applying medicine to Song Xiuren last night, it was already late at night, and the two quickly returned to their respective rooms to rest.

She didn't know when Shi Chuan left. When she woke up the next day, the top floor of the hotel was closed and it was said that they were going to clean up.

Just as she was about to put the suitcase in the luggage compartment, the weight in her hand lightened, and the suitcase was taken by a big hand behind her.

Tang Sijia turned around in surprise. The tall man stood behind her and put the suitcase in easily.

"Xiuren?" Tang Sijia looked up at him, and then realized that the posture of the two at this time was very similar to him wrapping her in his arms. Her cheeks were hot and she took a step back. "Aren't you in the first class?"

Due to the tight time, there were only a few remaining tickets in the first class.

"I switched with your colleague." Song Xiuren smiled, and probably because of the wound on his cheek, he hissed softly.

Seeing the bruises on his face, and thinking of the injuries on his shoulders and back when she applied medicine to him last night, Tang Sijia's eyes surged with guilt: "I'm sorry, Xiuren..."

Before she could finish her words, Song Xiuren took her hand and sat down: "You know, medieval knights would draw their swords to win the favor of ladies, and the losers would withdraw."

"I'm luckier than them, that is," he took her hand, "that lady also took up a weapon for me."

Tang Sijia was slightly stunned until the man's fingers slowly clasped between her five fingers. She suddenly came back to her senses, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked away.

Someone around her laughed softly.

Tang Sijia lowered her eyes, and after a long time, she whispered: "Xiuren, I don't know why things always turn out like this."

"I'm sorry."

Is the end of a relationship always accompanied by a mess?

What about her relationship with Song Xiuren?

Is she really suitable for another relationship?

Countless questions filled her mind.

"Hello, can you lend me a note?" Song Xiuren's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Tang Sijia turned around and was looking for a middle school girl on the other side of the corridor to borrow a note.

The girl quickly tore off a few sheets and handed them to him.

"Thank you." After Song Xiuren thanked him politely, he took out a black pen from his pocket, turned it around, and quietly wrote something on the small table.

Tang Sijia curiously cast her eyes on the note in his hand, but before she could see clearly, Song Xiuren had already handed the note to her.

There were only three words on the note: Regret Voucher.

"This is..." Tang Sijia was puzzled.

"This is a regret ticket for you," Song Xiuren said solemnly, "I hope my girlfriend, Ms. Tang Sijia, will always retain the right to step back and return to a friendship in our relationship, and I, Ms. Tang Sijia's boyfriend, can only cooperate unconditionally."

Tang Sijia looked at him in a daze, her eyes slightly hot. She didn't expect that he could see her concerns so keenly: "This is unfair to you..."

"This is a return gift for your promise to date me." Song Xiuren said seriously.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips, took the pen from his hand in the next second, wrote three words on another note, and quietly pushed it to his small table.

Song Xiuren looked down.

"Hug ticket."

"My boyfriend, Mr. Song Xiuren, can use this ticket to exchange for a hug at any time." She whispered. It

was the first time she did such a childish thing, and before she finished speaking, her cheeks were already red.

Song Xiuren looked at the simple "hug ticket" in his hand and remembered a sentence he saw when he was a student: love makes people blind and childish.

At that time, he sneered, but now, he suddenly understood that sentence.

Because he was so happy because of this childish behavior.

Song Xiuren formally folded the "hug ticket" and put it in his pocket: "Thank you, my girlfriend." He said.

Tang Sijia's eyelashes trembled, and he blushed and said "hmm".

After returning to Beijing, Tang Sijia devoted himself to work again.

Manager Sun has been officially promoted to vice president, and the office has moved upstairs. The current office has become Tang Sijia's new office.

After being promoted to supervisor, he is responsible for many more things than before.

Not only is he mainly responsible for the "Dream" project, but also includes the understanding and catalysis of the progress of other ongoing projects.

It is precisely because of this that Tang Sijia, who has just confirmed her relationship with Song Xiuren, has no time to date or do other things that young couples should do, and she is busy.

It was not until more than half a month later, at the beginning of June, that Tang Sijia finally had some free time and breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking out her phone, Tang Sijia sent a message to Song Xiuren - this was the only way for the two to keep in touch for more than half a month.

After exiting WeChat, an advertising message came in. She quickly clicked on it. When she exited again, her eyes fell on the unremarked message below. The date showed May 7, the first night she went to Chaka Salt Lake.

From that night on, Shi Chuan never sent her any messages again, as if he had disappeared.

However, there was no news of his disappearance or serious injury in the media. Tang Sijia exited the message and didn't think much about it.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, she was finally able to get off work on time. Tang Sijia packed her bag and walked out of the office building. At a glance, she saw the black Cayenne parked outside the door.

In front of the Cayenne, the handsome male protagonist in a well-tailored suit and a black shirt stood there, smiling at her.

Tang Sijia's heart beat quickly a few times, and she quickly walked forward: "Why are you here!" This was the first time she met him as a girlfriend after flying away from the airport.

"If I don't come again, my girlfriend may forget me." Song Xiuren said faintly.

Tang Sijia's cheeks became hot: "How could it be?

Don't we talk every day?" "You can't do this on the phone."

"What?"

Tang Sijia just looked up, and her eyes darkened. The arms with a faint pine scent opened and hugged her tightly into his broad arms.

Tang Sijia felt as if her whole body was soaked in warm water, and her eardrums were beating. It took her a while to react. She lowered her head and pushed him away: "Still at the entrance of the company."

Song Xiuren slowly let her go.

As soon as she sat on the co-pilot, Song Xiuren took out a bunch of bright white roses from the back seat like a magic trick.

Tang Sijia took the bouquet with surprise: "Is it a holiday today?"

Song Xiuren said while starting the car: "No, I just suddenly wanted to give you a bouquet of flowers."

Tang Sijia was stunned, and used the action of sniffing the fragrance of flowers to hide her blushing cheeks.

When they were about to return to the community, Tang Sijia saw the supermarket outside the door, and suddenly remembered that she had been so busy recently that she rarely cooked at home. The refrigerator was already empty, so she went to the supermarket with Song Xiuren.

Song Xiuren pushed the shopping cart with one hand and held her hand with the other, strolling in the supermarket.

Inexplicably, the ingredients he selected were all her favorites.

Tang Sijia looked at the ingredients in the shopping cart and fell into deep thought.

On the night he first returned to Beijing, he didn't know what she liked to eat, so he bought a lot of ingredients.

Thinking of this, Tang Sijia asked casually.

Song Xiuren just turned his head to glance at her: "You said it on the phone some time ago."

Tang Sijia was puzzled: "No..." He had never asked her a similar question.

The next second, she suddenly remembered that every time they talked on the phone, it was when she was having lunch or dinner, he would always ask her casually "What are you eating".

Just like this... did you guess it?

Tang Sijia looked at his handsome profile, and a sweet feeling came out of her heart.

Glancing at the vegetable area nearby, Tang Sijia thought for a moment and broke free from his hand. When she came back, she put her hands behind her back and looked at him mysteriously: "You gave me flowers, so I want to give you some too."

Song Xiuren looked at her smiling eyes and asked, "What?"

Tang Sijia took out her hands from behind her, holding a large broccoli in her hand: "Broccoli." She said with a smile.

Song Xiuren laughed, but the next moment his eyes passed through the broccoli and fell on the woman's smiling face.

When she smiled, her lips and eyes were curved, as if the sun was shining on her eyebrows, peaceful and beautiful.

"The broccoli and ham I made are delicious," Tang Sijia vowed, "I'll make it for you when I get home."

Song Xiuren was slightly stunned: "You cook it yourself?"

"Yes." Tang Sijia nodded.

Song Xiuren looked at her for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and take the broccoli from her hand: "Then I'm in luck." He said with a smile.

On the way back, the two didn't drive again.

Song Xiuren was carrying the food, and Tang Sijia was holding a bouquet of flowers. They walked hand in hand along the stone road of the community. The setting sun stretched their figures into a long line.

But all the beautiful atmosphere froze when they walked downstairs.

Shi Chuan, who had disappeared for more than half a month, stood at the door of the corridor, wearing a casual white shirt and black pants. His face was still frail and pale, but his expression was much more sober than last time.

The night wind blew, and his thin clothes fluttered with it, looking particularly fragile.

He was standing there, with a smile on the corners of his petal-like lips. Seeing the two people walking hand in hand, his smile did not change at all.

Tang Sijia couldn't help but pursed her lips, and slightly exerted force in her hand holding the bouquet.

"Sister, President Song," Shi Chuan took the lead in greeting the two of them calmly, "You are back."

"President Shi." Song Xiuren nodded.

Tang Sijia's voice was tense: "Is there something wrong?"

Shi Chuan nodded, his fragile eyebrows curved into a smile: "I'm here to apologize to my sister and Mr. Song. I was reckless last time and I was the first to fight. The family has already punished me, but I think it's more sincere to apologize to the person in person."

As he said that, he leaned forward slightly and bowed very sincerely: "I'm sorry, I fought last time."

Tang Sijia still remembers his expression when she first discovered his true identity at the charity dinner.

Noble, indifferent, and high and mighty.

But now, he bowed and apologized.

For a moment, her heart was extremely complicated.

"Can I talk to my sister alone for a few words?" Standing up, Shi Chuan took the initiative to speak to Song Xiuren and asked for his opinion.

Song Xiuren glanced at him, and their eyes collided silently in the air.

After a moment, Song Xiuren nodded: "Of course, I don't interfere with Sijia's normal social life."

"Thank you." Shi Chuan said politely, without revealing any emotion.

A moment later, under the street lamp not far away.

Tang Sijia glanced at Song Xiuren who was waiting for him at the entrance of the corridor, and then looked at the boy in front of him: "What's the matter?"

Shi Chuan thought about it seriously and smiled shyly: "When I was in Qinghai, what my sister said to me, I have actually thought about it seriously these days."

"You are right, I may really confuse love and possessiveness, sister-brother relationship and liking."

Tang Sijia was stunned for a moment, and finally looked up into his eyes.

The boy's dark blue eyes no longer had the darkness and confusion between them, and now there was only peace and clarity, like a lake under the wind and sun, clean and transparent, and pure at a glance.

"When I was a child, the bad influence brought by my parents, and the intimate things that happened between us later, made me have the illusion that my sister is my property," Shi Chuan said softly, smiling and denying his love completely, "It is also this wrong idea that made me do many things that hurt my sister."

"Now I know, in fact, I am the poor guy who lacks love. My sister gave me a little care, and I held on to it like a madman and refused to let go," Shi Chuan said, "This is wrong." "

I can actually have love and a sister at the same time, but because of my selfishness, I pushed you farther and farther away. This is not what I want."

Having said this, Shi Chuan gently rolled up his sleeves, and under his shirt, there were crimson purple scars.

Tang Sijia was stunned: "What's the matter with these injuries?"

"Although the hotel in Qinghai has been acquired by the Jiang family, there are many tourists there. There is still a great possibility that my attack on Xiu Ren will be photographed. This is the family's punishment for me," Shi Chuan smiled obediently, "I didn't refuse their request to arrange a marriage for me."

Tang Sijia's eyes moved from the scars on his arm to his face, and after a while he nodded: "Well, you can find a girl of equal status."

Shi Chuan lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and when he raised his head again, there was only a clear sky: "Yes." He nodded in agreement.

The next second, he thought of something, opened his palm, and stretched it in front of her: "By the way, sister, it's better to return this thing to its original owner. I don't think you want to keep it with me."

Tang Sijia lowered her head. In Shi Chuan's palm was a small and exquisite bee recorder.

It was also the one she put into the black puppy doll.

It still stored her original voice.

Tang Sijia's eyes were dazed.

If she was still skeptical about Shi Chuan's sudden change at first, when she saw the tape recorder, she had already believed it in her heart.

It was a decent way to return the love she once had.

She was not a great beauty, nor was she the daughter of a wealthy man, so how could anyone remember her for a long time?

"If sister is still thinking about that black puppy doll," Shi Chuan smiled embarrassedly, "that was the first time I received a birthday gift that was truly from the bottom of my heart, and I was a little reluctant to return it."

Tang Sijia came back to her senses and curled her lips: "It's okay."

She stretched out her hand and was about to take the tape recorder.

But Shi Chuan seemed to be unable to support himself anymore, his arm shook, and the tape recorder fell from his palm, fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

Tang Sijia stared at the broken recorder on the ground, stunned.

"Sorry." Shi Chuan apologized almost immediately, leaned over to pick up the recorder, put it in her hand, and his fingertips touched her palm, stiffened for a moment, and then calmly took it back.

As he moved, his face turned as white as paper in an instant, and he covered his shoulder with a helpless smile, "Last time, a few punches hit the previous gunshot wound, and the wound split again. I didn't hold it firmly."

Tang Sijia's eyelashes moved, and she looked at his shoulder unconsciously. After a long time, she said: "...It doesn't matter, it's better to be broken."

Shi Chuan didn't respond again.

Tang Sijia didn't stay for too long, turned around and walked towards Song Xiuren at the door of the corridor.

"Are you done?" Song Xiuren's tolerant voice.

"Well," Tang Sijia's tone was relaxed, "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

The two walked into the elevator together. Not long after, the lights in the kitchen on the 13th floor came on, and occasionally dark shadows could be seen gathering.

The smile on Shi Chuan's face disappeared in the dark night. He looked at the small warm-colored window calmly for a long time, then turned and walked out.

When he passed the supermarket outside the door, he paused for a moment and walked in. When

he came out again, he had a whole bag of food in his hand.

Shi Chuan did not return to the villa, but went to the simple rental house on the outskirts of the city. He walked up to the sixth floor step by step. The moment he opened the door, his cell phone rang.

Shi Chuan pressed the answer button, and the petal sensor light above his head lit up.

He raised his head, stood under the light, and watched the light fall, like a prisoner receiving the baptism of holy light.

"Did you ask Lin Qing to pledge the head office's accounts receivable to the shadow bank?" William asked.

"Yeah." Shi Chuan retracted his gaze, put the ingredients in his hand into the kitchen, and responded casually.

"Are you so anxious?" William hesitated, "Shi Chuan, he is your father after all..."

"The father who abandoned me," Shi Chuan pointed out his slip of the tongue calmly, and then said, "Don't worry, I'm just creating some crises. Even on the Moody's rating day, if I propose debt-to-equity swap, I can only dilute his equity to 30%, and he will still be the largest shareholder."

"But your voting rights will be equal to his," William paused, "and don't think I don't know that you have been incubating subsidiaries in private and are ready to completely sideline your father."

"I didn't want to hide it from you," Shi Chuan paused, "He wants me to marry to get the support of another family. I can only remove this hidden crisis of his."

"What hidden crisis..." William reacted before he finished speaking, "Do you think the person who threatens Miss Tang to return to you will be your father?"

"Shi Chuan, wake up. Miss Tang and Song Xiuren have been getting along well recently. I saw Song Xiuren two days ago. He seemed like a different person, completely immersed in love..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Chuan hung up the phone forcefully and stood in front of the stove with rapid breathing.

After a long time, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he calmed down. Looking at the ingredients in front of him, he was glad that he had a smart brain. He remembered everything she bought tonight at a glance.

He began to process the ingredients, as if there was someone sitting on the carpet in the living room, waiting for him to make dinner.

Shi Chuan finished making three dishes and a soup. When he took them out, he paused for a moment when he looked at the empty carpet, and then ate it as if nothing had happened.

After taking a shower, he returned to the bedroom.

On the walls of the bedroom, there were countless photos neatly and densely posted, and the protagonist in the photos was only one person.

Shi Chuan's eyes traced those photos one by one, and for a long time, he looked at the black puppy doll on the big bed.

He took the doll in his hand, looked into its eyes, and pinched its back for a long time.

The familiar female voice came from the doll's body with a faint, happy smile: "Hi, Shi Chuan!"

The long-lost intimate tone called his name, easily arousing a certain desire in his heart.

Shi Chuan couldn't help but half-close his eyes, recalling the scene in the evening when his fingertips touched her palm, and the trembling in that moment.

His hand had touched her and entered her.

Now, it brought him a similar feeling.

When the doll repeated the last sentence "I love you" countless times, Shi Chuan closed his eyes and groaned.

Me too.

He responded gently.