Chapter 58 058 Why not, forget it.

The banquet was filled with an atmosphere of decadence and extravagance.

Shi Chuan looked at Song Xiuren in front of him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Finally, Song Xiuren's chuckle broke the silence. His voice was low and gentle, but more distant than before: "I never thought that the first person I would meet after returning to China would be Mr. Shi."

Shi Chuan asked calmly: "When did you return to China?"

"Just got off the plane."

Shi Chuan asked again: "When will you return to the United States?"

Song Xiuren looked at his face as if he was facing a great enemy, and remembered something, and sneered: "Why? Are you afraid that I won't go back?"

The air pressure in the corridor suddenly dropped, as if the cold air outside swept in, and even time was frozen.

Shi Chuan chuckled: "How is it possible? It's just that Song He's health has not shown any signs of improvement. It is conservatively estimated that it will still take half a year, right?"

Song Xiuren's expression changed. These words were exactly the same as what the brain expert had told him.

Thinking of this, Song Xiuren looked at him sharply: "You know it very well?"

Shi Chuan did not comment.

Song Xiuren pondered for a few seconds and figured out the twists and turns. He raised the corners of his lips sarcastically: "Shi Chuan, does Sijia know what you have done with all your heart?"

Shi Chuan lowered his eyes and his voice became fainter: "You should have seen the circle of friends she posted, right?" At this point, his eyes softened, "The other shadow is me."

Song Xiuren's eyes dimmed.

He didn't often check the circle of friends, but during this time abroad, he couldn't help but open the familiar avatar and read the chat records of the two over and over again.

He could even recite those sweet, plain, and ambiguous conversations.

However, in the past four or five months, her circle of friends has always been dead silent.

The last circle of friends was a photo of the sky outside the airport, with only one sentence [Bon voyage].

He comforted himself and thought that this was a sign that she had not forgotten him.

However, yesterday afternoon, before boarding the plane, he saw her latest news in the circle of friends.

The boundless ski resort, two long shadows stretched by the setting sun, even if they are not close, but it can be vaguely seen that the tall figure is looking at the girl next to him.

Shi Chuan finally succeeded in returning to her side.

"I will fly back to the United States at four o'clock the day after tomorrow." Song Xiuren's voice was mixed with a bit of obscurity.

Shi Chuan's cautious and vigilant eyes gradually relaxed, and there was a little more light in his eyes.

Song Xiuren saw the change in his eyes, and after a few seconds of silence: "But maybe," he slowly added, "In the next two days, I will attend some business entertainment, including the annual meeting of Nanshan Media the day after tomorrow evening."

After saying this, Song Xiuren did not look at him again, turned around and walked into the lights and wine.

The relaxation in Shi Chuan's eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only darkness.

Song Xiuren invested in "Dream" in the first place, so it was natural for Nanshan to invite him.

But...

he remembered that the night before yesterday, after Tang Sijia applied medicine on his cheek, she said that she would participate in the annual meeting next Tuesday night.

After going around in circles, they will meet again.

Shi Chuan didn't know how he got home. He looked at the closed door for a long time, then walked to the opposite side and rang the doorbell.

Tang Sijia quickly opened the door and was surprised when she saw him: "Didn't you say that you were going to attend a dinner party tonight?"

"Yeah." Shi Chuan's voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was dazed and dazed.

"What's wrong?" Tang Sijia was puzzled.

Shi Chuan's lips moved, wanting to say something, but stopped when he mentioned that name.

Tang Sijia frowned and wanted to say something, but smelled the fragrance in the kitchen and hurried back: "Wonton noodles are still cooking in the pot, do you want to eat?"

Shi Chuan paused, walked forward habitually, and was about to take the spoon from her hand: "I'll do it."

"It's almost ready, I can do it," Tang Sijia stopped him, "Help me get some more wontons from the refrigerator."

Shi Chuan obediently handed her the wontons, stood aside, and watched her staring at the casserole intently, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.

There were a few moments when he wanted to ask her, in her heart, who was more important, him or Song Xiuren?

If Song Xiuren appeared again and told her "He would not go abroad as long as she asked him to stay", what would her choice be?

However, he knew very well that once he asked this question, it meant that there was a 50% chance that he would be completely expelled from her.

No, not 50%.

He was too conceited.

Maybe 80%.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Sijia was puzzled.

Shi Chuan came back to his senses and shook his head in a daze.

Tang Sijia's cell phone rang at that time. Her hands were occupied. She glanced at the screen and said to Shi Chuan: "Sister Wang wants a set of data. Can you help me check it in the second bedroom?"

"It's in the report on the top of the desk."

Shi Chuan's eyes lit up slightly because he was needed by her, and he turned to go to the second bedroom.

The folder on the desk was opened, and a set of data on the first page of the report was clear at a glance.

Shi Chuan glanced at it and was about to return to the kitchen, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of an exquisite velvet brocade box in a half-open drawer on the side.

His body trembled, and he walked forward uncontrollably for a long time, took the brocade box in his hand, and slowly opened it.

A ring was properly placed in it. The meticulous craftsmanship revealed an indescribable simplicity and luxury, and the diamond reflected colorful light.

Shi Chuan looked at the ring carefully, and his eyes finally fixed on the three flowing English letters on the inside of the ring.

He rubbed it bit by bit, and then suddenly it became clear.

The initials of Song Xiuren's name.

Shi Chuan's face suddenly turned as pale as paper.

He remembered that she once wore a ring that was paired with Lu Langzhou. Later, with the end of that marriage, she returned the ring.

But Song Xiuren gave her, and she always kept it safely, where she could reach it with her hand.

She cherished this ring very much, so she didn't return it.

When she was with him, did she miss Song Xiuren in her heart?

Countless self-doubting thoughts rushed into his mind, and Shi Chuan felt his heart twitching uncontrollably.

Bitter, painful, jealous.

"Shi Chuan?" Tang Sijia called him from the kitchen.

Shi Chuan barely regained his sanity, but when he reported the data, his mind was in a mess. He thought for a long time before telling her the data.

Tang Sijia looked at Shi Chuan in confusion. His face suddenly turned extremely pale, as fragile as an icicle under the eaves, which would fall and break into pieces if touched.

But before she could take a closer look, he had already stepped forward and brought out the wonton noodles.

The two of them ate in unusual silence during this dinner.

After the meal, Shi Chuan went to wash the dishes as usual. Tang Sijia took out the ointment and waited for him to come out of the kitchen before treating the scratch on his cheek.

After three or five days, the scratch had scabbed over. Within a few days, the scab would fall off and it would be almost healed.

Tang Sijia applied the ointment and was about to get up to wash her hands, but her hand was held tightly.

She looked back in confusion, looking at Shi Chuan's increasingly paler face: "Shi Chuan, what happened?"

Shi Chuan's eyelashes trembled violently, and he raised his head and looked at her with the eyes of a drowning man looking at a floating wood, almost asking for help.

He seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his lips, only one sentence remained: "Sister, tonight's practice..."

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me." He said softly.

Tang Sijia was stunned for a moment, and her fingers curled up hard because of his sudden words: "What?"

"Kiss me, right now." He begged, carefully and little by little shortening the distance between them.

Tang Sijia's pupils slightly opened, looking at the delicate face getting closer and closer to her.

Until the lips felt a slight touch and numbness, and blood was transmitted to the heart little by little, something was quietly changing.

Tang Sijia's breathing stagnated, and the whole person was panicked because of the changes in her heart.

At first, she did not have any vomiting reaction.

Until...

"There is no future between us."

On the day of separation, his calm words suddenly echoed in his mind.

Tang Sijia's face suddenly turned pale, she quickly pushed the boy in front of her away, and stared at him across the distance of a finger with rapid breathing.

After a long time, Tang Sijia stood up and walked quickly into the bathroom, washing her cheeks with cold water again and again to relieve the surging in her lungs.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Sijia's expression gradually calmed down. She stared at herself in the mirror for a while, walked out of the bathroom, but stopped when she saw the open door of the second bedroom.

She turned her head and looked inside. On the desk, the ring box that she had put in the drawer before was taken out. Perhaps she forgot to put it back in a panic, and it was now lying quietly on the table.

Shi Chuan's sudden abnormality not long ago was also explained at this time.

Tang Sijia returned to the living room. Shi Chuan still lowered his eyelids and sat alone on the sofa. His beautiful hands were shaking uncontrollably on his knees.

He was clearly wearing warm lights, but he seemed to be in a cold glacier. Hearing footsteps, he forced his trembling fingers to stop and slowly raised his head.

Like a sinner waiting for trial, he was also waiting for her decision.

Tang Sijia's original intention to ask him "Do you have wild thoughts because you see the ring?" suddenly disappeared when she saw his expression, leaving only confusion and sighs.

At this moment, she seemed to feel Shi Chuan's endless tiredness through his eyes.

During this period of time, she saw his almost flattering efforts and his worries about gains and losses. She also advised him not to do this, but he never listened.

However, such a relationship is unhealthy.

He has been self-violent because of his emotions over and over again, and even tortured himself countless times in his heart.

She was tired of him.

"Shi Chuan." Tang Sijia slowly sat down beside him and called his name softly.

Shi Chuan's eyes followed her every move until she sat down and forced a smile: "I am too impatient, am I not?"

He had obviously planned to wait for her to kiss him for a year, two years, or even five or ten years, but he completely lost control on the night Song Xiuren appeared.

Tang Sijia's eyes moved and she lowered her eyelids: "Shichuan, you..."

She couldn't finish her words. Shichuan seemed to sense something and suddenly hugged her tightly. His chin fell on her shoulder. Feeling her body tense because of his sudden approach, his eyes suddenly soured: "I'm sorry, sister."

"I shouldn't have kissed you without your consent. I'm sorry..."

Tang Sijia felt the weight on her shoulders, as if there was a warm and cool liquid sliding down her shoulder.

She felt it quietly and was silent for a long time: "We have tried it, but it still doesn't work." Her voice paused abruptly, and then continued, "Why not forget it, breaking up is better for us..."

"Don't break up!" A panicked voice interrupted her urgently.

Tang Sijia's body froze slightly.

The voice buried in her shoulder was hard: "...You can go find someone you like and do those intimate things with him that you can't do with me. As long as I can watch you all the time and stay by your side, I don't mind..." He became more and more confused as he spoke, "...I won't mind."

Tang Sijia's pupils suddenly dilated, and the whole person sat stiffly in place. After a while, she suddenly pushed the person on her shoulder away and looked at him in disbelief.

There was no clarity and rationality in Shi Chuan's eyes. Under the black contact lenses, there was a desolate and dark scene.

"You are crazy." Tang Sijia frowned.

Shi Chuan's voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "...Maybe."

He couldn't separate from her, no matter what.

Tang Sijia froze for a moment, stood up, and said coldly: "It's getting late, you go back."

Shi Chuan's lips moved: "...Okay."

Tang Sijia didn't see him off this time, but turned around and quietly returned to the master bedroom and lay on the bed.

But when he closed his eyes, the kiss just now and Shi Chuan's humble words echoed in front of him again and again.

Tang Sijia opened her eyes irritably, her heart was in turmoil.

*

In the next two days, Tang Sijia didn't see Shi Chuan again.

But she was also busy with things related to the annual meeting, leaving early and returning late every day, so she didn't think about it anymore.

On Tuesday afternoon, the twenty-seventh day of the lunar year, the annual meeting held its final rehearsal.

As the director of the content center, Tang Sijia had to speak on stage, saying nothing more than some encouraging and encouraging words.

She tried to shorten the manuscript as much as possible, leaving more time for the subsequent performances and commendation meetings.

——The department's performance this year is good, and the year-end bonus is very considerable.

At 6:30 in the evening, the annual meeting started on time.

Tang Sijia's speech time was around 7:10, and she went backstage in advance. Perhaps because of the year-end bonus, her colleagues were very interested.

Finally, it was Tang Sijia's turn to go on stage. She took the manuscript, took a deep breath, and walked slowly to the front of the stage.

At the door of the audience, a handsome man in a suit stood in the corner, quietly looking at the woman who was faintly glowing on the stage, and a faint tenderness gradually appeared in his eyes.

She is getting better and better.

It was not until the woman on the stage finished her speech and the applause rang out that the man moved his body and slowly walked towards the backstage.

Tang Sijia walked off the stage and finally let out a breath. Her nervous mood was completely relaxed. She was about to go to her seat in the audience, but when she turned around, her body suddenly froze.

Behind her was a crowd of people coming and going. A man and a woman were looking at each other quietly a few steps away.

I don’t know how long it took...

"Sijia," Song Xiuren called her name softly, "You gave a good speech."

Tang Sijia came back to her senses and smiled: "Thank you."

Song Xiuren paused for a few seconds because of her proper "thank you": "...Do you have time?"

Five minutes later, on the outdoor steps outside the venue.

The cold winter night wind was cold, and Tang Sijia couldn't help shrinking her neck.

Seeing this, Song Xiuren took off the scarf outside his coat and was about to put it on her.

Tang Sijia slightly stepped back and smiled: "It's okay, it's not that cold."

Song Xiuren's hand holding the scarf froze in mid-air, and after a few seconds he slowly took it back, his voice a little hoarse: "You did it."

Tang Sijia was puzzled.

"You didn't let me lose." Song Xiuren smiled gently.

Tang Sijia was confused at first, but it took him a while to react.

When Song Xiuren invested in "Dream", he said: "I like the feeling of burning my boats. Fortunately, I win every time."

"So, Tang Sijia, I hope you don't let me lose this time."

Now, "Dream" is just an early stage of investment promotion, and it has already recovered the initial investment cost.

Thinking of the past, Tang Sijia also laughed from the bottom of his heart: "I still have to thank you for believing in me."

"Thank you" again.

Song Xiuren was silent for a few seconds: "Song He's body has recovered well."

"Yeah," Tang Sijia nodded, "He told me on WeChat."

"Yes, you chat often." Song Xiuren's tone was mixed with a bit of envy, and then he thought of something, "... Sijia, when Song He contacted you for the first time during these months abroad, the photo he sent you had me and another girl in the background..."

He paused: "Although I don't have the identity to explain, I still want to tell you that it was just a nurse in the hospital, telling me the precautions for taking care of Song He."

Tang Sijia was stunned, and after careful recollection, she remembered that the background of the photo sent by Song He was Song Xiuren and a blonde girl sitting on a bench and talking.

She smiled with relief: "I believe you."

In fact, at the beginning, she did feel a little bitter because of the overly beautiful picture, but Song Xiuren didn't need to explain to her at that time, so she slowly let it go.

Now, the belated explanation seems to have only made herself let go of the jealousy that she was no longer qualified to have.

Song Xiuren looked at the smile on her face that looked like relief, with a bit of bitterness in his eyes: "There is one more thing..."

"Shi Chuan found me yesterday."

Tang Sijia's smile froze slightly, her eyes became more serious, and after hesitating, she asked: "What did he say?"

Song Xiuren looked at her expression that was slightly different from before, lowered his eyes, and his thoughts fell into yesterday.

Shi Chuan went to the company office to find him. It was the first time he saw Shi Chuan sincerely bow to someone and apologize.

It was also the first time he saw Shi Chuan so calm that he was almost lifeless.

And what he said was even more shocking.

He said, "Tang Sijia likes you."

He also said, "But I will never leave her."

"You can't forget her either, can you? Song Xiuren, you can treat me as if I don't exist at all. Make peace with her, hug her and comfort her when she is sad, have the intimate contact with her that she wants, and make her laugh happily."

"I promise that I will only accompany her when you are not around, and I will no longer appear in front of you again and again like before to disturb you."

Tang Sijia listened to Song Xiuren recounting the scene when Shi Chuan went to find him yesterday. Her hands clenched unconsciously, and her chest was filled with unspeakable anger.

She barely suppressed the anger and forced a smile: "He is crazy, don't mind."

Song Xiuren looked at her, wanting to say something, glanced behind her, and slowly retracted his gaze:

"...What if I say I do?"