Chapter 48 048 Fate.

The atmosphere in the VIP reception room became tense because of Shi Chuan's words.

Song Xiuren, who was always gentle, pursed his lips tightly, looked at the boy in front of him expressionlessly, and clenched his hands hanging at his sides.

Shi Chuan glanced at his hands and smiled calmly: "Mr. Song..."

Before he could continue speaking, Song Xiuren's fist suddenly hit his left cheek.

After a dull sound, Shi Chuan took a few steps back and fell on the sofa.

The tie between his collar was slightly messy, and a few strands of the boy's long hair were disobediently hanging in front of his forehead.

Blood immediately oozed out of the corners of Shi Chuan's lips. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his lips. Looking at the blood on the back of his hand, he showed no sign of fighting back. Instead, he laughed happily a few times: "I was wrong last time. Mr. Song is quite strong after he turned 25."

Song Xiuren stared at him solemnly: "Shi Chuan, you are simply a lunatic."

He threw down this sentence and turned to walk out.

The closed door of the conference room was opened at some point. Song Xiuren opened the door and saw William leaning against the wall outside the door. Seeing him, William nodded, which was considered a greeting.

Song Xiuren ignored him and walked out of the Hansi Building with a cold face.

Until his figure disappeared, William slowly walked to the door of the VIP room, but did not go in. He just lazily hugged his arms, leaned against the door, and looked at the boy inside.

Shi Chuan wiped the blood from the corners of his lips casually, and he seemed to be in a particularly good mood: "Why are you here?" he asked.

"Come and watch the original wife beat the mistress." William said casually.

Shi Chuan glanced at him and didn't care about the sarcasm in his words.

"It seems that you can accept the title of 'mistress' calmly," William stood up, walked in front of him, looked at the black bruise on his left cheek, and suddenly realized, "Yes, 'mistress' means that you are still Miss Tang's person. If you don't have the title of 'mistress', you and Miss Tang will no longer have any relationship."

Shi Chuan frowned when he heard the second half of the sentence, and turned his head to look at him: "What do you want to say?"

"I should ask you what you did," William sneered and threw a document in his hand into his arms, "Nanshan Media is currently under my control. How come I don't know about the overseas employee?"

Shi Chuan glanced at the document and admitted frankly: "I did it."

"Why do you do this?" William looked at him suspiciously.

"All the expenses of the overseas assignment are borne by the headquarters. Isn't it good to give your employees a chance to get promoted and increase their salaries?" Shi Chuan asked back.

"Don't come on," William said unhappily, "You should know that according to the previous performance, if the content center really selects two outstanding employees, Miss Tang is very likely to be one of them. Will you let Miss Tang leave?"

As he said this, he thought of Shi Chuan's words "I don't want Hansi" last time, and half-squinted his eyes: "Or do you really plan to give up your status as the heir of Hansi and go to New York with her?"

"No," Shi Chuan's voice was very light, like a whisper, "I just give her a choice that will make her feel happy."

"What choice?"

Shi Chuan did not answer this time, but just smiled and looked at him: "Don't you always want me to give up?"

"If she chooses to go to New York, I will give up, isn't it good?"

William looked at the smile on his lips, only to feel that his eyes were lifeless, without any emotional ups and downs.

Very familiar.

But he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Shi Chuan didn't wait for him to remember, he straightened his tie and stood up: "It's time to work."

*

Tang Sijia's conversation with the president of the foundation went very smoothly. After showing the documentary's manuscript and shooting plan to the president, the other party nodded repeatedly and affirmed the documentary's focus on the grassroots masses, and signed the sponsorship contract on the spot.

Tang Sijia flew back to Beijing with the contract that afternoon.

Song Xiuren came to the airport to pick her up.

Tang Sijia walked out of the airport hall and saw the people waiting outside the door, and her steps quickened.

It was only a few days since they last met, but it seemed like a long time. Tang Sijia walked up to Song Xiuren and was hugged by him.

Tang Sijia was stunned, and patted his back with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Song Xiuren didn't say anything, and it took a while before he let go of her hand and took the suitcase from her hand.

"Are you playing again?" Tang Sijia looked at his hand and frowned slightly.

"Hmm?"

Tang Sijia looked at his other hand: "How did you get hurt again?"

Song Xiuren paused, looked at the blue mark on the back of his hand, his Adam's apple moved, and after a long time he spoke: "Well, I just had another random competition with someone."

"What competition?" Tang Sijia sat in the back seat of the car and asked worriedly, "Don't you have protective gear? Why do you get hurt every time?"

"I have protective gear, but it's inevitable that I'll get bumped." Song Xiuren put the suitcase in the trunk and sat next to her.

"Do you want to apply some medicine? Or use a spray for bruises?" Tang Sijia pulled his hand over and looked at the scars on it carefully, "Fortunately, it's lighter than last time."

Song Xiuren looked at her concerned eyes, was silent for a long time, and held her hand in his palm with his backhand.

Tang Sijia was startled by his sudden action: "What's wrong?"

Song Xiuren shook his head: "The result of the game is not very good."

Tang Sijia couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it a game for fun? So you still care so much about winning or losing?"

"I didn't care before, but now, I want to care."

On the way back, Song Xiuren received a call. It seemed that he needed to go back, so he sent her to the elevator and left.

After Tang Sijia returned home and packed the documents and clothes in the suitcase, a message came on WeChat.

It was sent by Sister Wang. Because of her circle of friends about the band yesterday, Sister Wang teased her that she was so lucky to meet her favorite idol even when she was on a business trip.

She also said that they had known each other for so long, but she didn't know that she would like rock-style bands.

Tang Sijia smiled and replied a few words. The moment she put down her phone, she took a last look at the message sent by Sister Wang. Suddenly, she remembered something, and the smile on the corner of her lips gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

Not only Sister Wang, few people knew that she liked the band on the surface of the moon.

Even not long ago, she shared a song about the surface of the moon on her circle of friends late at night, and deleted it in less than half an hour.

And in that half an hour, only one person liked that circle of friends.

That all-black avatar.

On the beach in Haicheng, Shi Chuan said: She likes that band.

Even the waiter in that tavern mentioned that it was impossible for the moon's surface to perform in such a tavern, but on the day she confirmed her business trip, they agreed.

Countless images that she had ignored before began to flash in her mind, and Tang Sijia suddenly had a bad guess in her heart.

She couldn't help but frown, opened WeChat, found the all-black avatar, and tried to find some clues.

But there was nothing.

All-black avatar, empty circle of friends.

Several times, she wanted to question the other party's identity, but she felt a little tired and complicated.

She felt that she could not see through Shi Chuan more and more.

No, it should be said that she never saw through him, otherwise she would not be fooled by him.

The phone "dinged" again, and a text message came from a familiar but unfamiliar number: [Sister, are you back from your business trip? ]

Tang Sijia looked at the text message for a long time, and quietly turned off the phone.

Just pretended not to see it.

After returning to the company, Tang Sijia specially found the colleague who came up with the theme of "City Night Watchman".

This colleague's name is Cheng Qian. After discussing, Tang Sijia learned that her mother opened a wonton shop by herself. She was busy from midnight snack time to breakfast at 9:00 the next morning. While helping her mother, she saw the sanitation workers sweeping the road in front of the shop at night, the doctors working the night shift in the emergency department, and the long-distance truck drivers traveling alone at night. This is when she came up with this idea.

After hearing this, Tang Sijia was silent for a long time, and finally decided to give the project to Cheng Qian to promote it, and she would fully cooperate with her.

Cheng Qian was particularly surprised at first, and soon her eyes lit up, but she thought of something and waved her hands repeatedly, saying that she had no relevant experience and was afraid that she could not do it.

Tang Sijia looked at her flushed cheeks, and for a moment she seemed to see herself last year.

She imitated what Mr. Sun did at the beginning, and talked with Cheng Qian for a long time, talking about the project, her self-doubt last year, and her feelings for the project. In the end, Cheng Qian agreed.

Looking at Cheng Qian's back as she walked out of the office, Tang Sijia suddenly felt inexplicably moved.

The Tang Sijia who used to muddle through seemed to be slowly disappearing.

The phone rang, and Song Xiuren sent a message saying that he had gotten off the plane.

He sent her a message last night saying that he had an urgent matter to deal with and had to fly to New York.

As the president of Phantom Technology, Tang Sijia naturally understood that he always had endless work to do, so she replied: [Be careful over there and take care of yourself. ]

Song Xiuren quickly agreed, and attached a nodding emoticon at the end.

Tang Sijia stared at the expression and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time to get off work.

Tang Sijia sorted out several documents related to the documentary project and sent them to Cheng Qian's email, and then went downstairs with her bag.

But before she walked out of the office building, the woman who was quietly waiting in the rest area not far away stood up and walked towards her: "Miss Tang?"

Tang Sijia turned around and looked puzzled.

The woman in a black fishtail dress stood there, holding a limited edition bag that Tang Sijia had seen in a magazine. She had a beautiful face and noble temperament. Even though there were traces of time at the end of her eyes, she was still beautiful and generous.

"Who are you?" Tang Sijia asked in confusion.

"I'm Xiuren and Xiaohe's mother," Qin Li nodded and smiled, "Miss Tang, do you have time?"

Tang Sijia was stunned for a moment and nodded.

Twenty minutes later, in a private room of a nearby tea restaurant.

Tang Sijia absentmindedly stirred the coffee in front of her. Unprepared, she saw her boyfriend's mother, which was undoubtedly a huge shock to her.

"Miss Tang, don't be nervous," Qin Li smiled, "I just heard that Xiuren has been in a relationship recently, and even Xiaohe mentioned you from time to time, so I became curious about you."

"Curious?"

"Yes," Qin Li nodded, "But before we start talking, can I ask you for something?"

"Go ahead."

"Xiuren doesn't know about my return to China, can you please not tell him what happened today?"

Tang Sijia looked at her and nodded gently after a long time.

"Thank you." Qin Li smiled elegantly.

"To be honest, Miss Tang, before you, I used to think Xiu Ren was an asexual," Qin Li took a sip of coffee, thinking of the past, her smile became more sincere, "After all, except for his company, he didn't seem to care about anything."

Tang Sijia looked at the woman in front of her, thinking of Song Xiu Ren's slightly changed expression when Song He mentioned his mother last time: "Not really." She said.

"Huh?"

"He just makes himself not care, in fact, he cares about a lot of things."

Qin Li looked up at her, and after a long time, she said: "Miss Tang, if you were not Xiu Ren's girlfriend, I think I would like you very much."

Tang Sijia looked at her, and gradually understood in her heart: "You don't like me appearing as Xiu Ren's girlfriend?"

Qin Li put the spoon on the coaster and pondered for a few seconds: "I heard that Miss Tang had been married before?"

Tang Sijia was stunned, and the spoon slid down in the coffee cup: "Yes." She said.

"I don't discriminate against divorced people. Miss Tang, please don't misunderstand me. In fact, I am the kind of person who divorced and remarried," Qin Li explained appropriately, "It's just that it's precisely because I am this kind of person that I understand the psychology of this kind of people, and I should also understand my son, so I want to say something to Miss Tang."

"I remarried my current husband because he has favorable conditions. In this respect, Xiu Ren and my husband are very similar," Qin Li paused, "but I don't love my husband."

"I know that what I said is very..." She thought for a while before continuing, "In the words of you young people, it's very double-standard, but Xiu Ren is a person who is very extreme in love. I don't want Xiu Ren to find someone who doesn't love him."

Tang Sijia sat there in a daze. That night when there was no response to "I love you", that conflict about love, in fact, has never been properly resolved. It

's just that they all chose to put it aside to avoid it.

Once the old things are brought up again now, it will be the moment they must face.

"Besides," Qin Li seemed to see her confused thoughts and continued, "Miss Tang should also be very clear about Xiao He's situation." "

During this period, a top brain expert in the industry has promised to help Xiao He with rehabilitation training. Although it may not be effective, it is the only hope after all. He just needs to go to New York for relevant treatment, and I hope to take Xiao He there."

Qin Li said: "However, Xiao He has always been with Xiu Ren. Even though he is closer to me as a mother than Xiu Ren, he relies more on his brother than me. I hope that Xiu Ren can accompany him." "

So, you want me to break up with Xiu Ren?" Tang Sijia gradually calmed down.

"Of course not, my relationship with Xiu Ren is already bad enough. If I ask you to break up, it will only aggravate our breakup," Qin Li smiled, "Now that transportation is so developed, it only takes more than ten hours to fly from Beijing to New York. Besides, he will only go to New York for half a year to a year. Most of his business is here, and he will still come back." Tang

Sijia: "Then what exactly do you mean by looking for me?"

"As far as I know, Xiuren hesitated because of you," Qin Li said, the coffee in front of her was already finished. "Ms. Tang is also Xiao He's friend. I believe Miss Tang has a way to make Xiuren agree, right?"

After saying this, she did not stop, but stood up gracefully, nodded slightly to her, and walked away slowly.

Tang Sijia was still sitting there.

She knew what Qin Li meant.

She had a way to make Song Xiuren agree. There were only two options, one was to break up and let him go, and the other... was to go with him.

Like some kind of sign, a new message popped up in her mobile mailbox: a form for applying for an assignment in New York was submitted.

Tang Sijia looked at the document for a long time, and then she drank the coffee in front of her.

It was very bitter.

It was so bitter that her tongue was numb.

On the way home, Tang Sijia inexplicably remembered that before she was with Song Xiuren, she had joked that they "probably lacked a little fate."

And Song Xiuren ran to the distant Chaka Salt Lake to find her the next day and said to her: I think we are quite destined.

It turns out that from the beginning, one of them was destined to tell a lie.

*

A dilapidated residential building.

Shi Chuan walked up to the sixth floor step by step, opened the door skillfully, and took out his mobile phone.

Tang Sijia still didn't reply to his message.

Ever since she came back from a business trip in Haicheng, it seemed that she had returned to the state of completely ignoring him before.

All the messages he sent to her seemed to sink into the sea and there was no news.

Even when he brought up the fabricated marriage partner, she didn't reward him with a single word.

He didn't know where he went wrong, but he started to stay awake all night again. In the middle of the night, he wanted to ask her if he had done something wrong again, but he was afraid of getting a bad result.

There were new messages pouring in on the phone, and Shi Chuan looked at the screen almost immediately.

It wasn't that number.

The boy's eyes became dark again.

He stood quietly in the living room, turned around and walked into the bedroom for a long time, his eyes tracing the whole wall of photos inch by inch.

She was smiling, she was in a daze, she was lost, she was sad...

Shi Chuan carefully pasted the brand new photos on the wall and looked at them with attachment.

Song Xiuren's mother came to her.

Although she didn't know what she said, she could probably guess who it was about.

Shi Chuan felt as if he was on the gallows, and the day of execution was getting closer.

He didn't know whether what was waiting for him was the falling guillotine or the only salvation.