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Mo Xingchen had the typical appearance of a southern girl: fair skin, delicate features. Even at a nightclub, she wore minimal makeup, and she possessed an academic aura, clearly someone who had received a good education.
Yet, once she opened her mouth, she utterly stumped Meng An.
It’s often said that when friends spend a lot of time together, they influence each other.
Huo Ci’s personality was cold and unyielding; no matter who she faced, she’d make them bow first. Gradually, Mo Xingchen’s character began to adopt this dominant trait: no need to be polite, just go straight for the confrontation.
“Young master of Mingsheng,” Meng An looked at Xu Siyang with suspicion.
He knew the man in front of him was Song Ruiqing’s ex-boyfriend, but he didn’t care if he was being a homewrecker. After all, when he set his sights on a woman, he always managed to get her, whether she had a boyfriend or not.
The last time, he ran into him looking for Song Ruiqing outside the bar, and he seemed like an ordinary young man.
He turned to look at Song Ruiqing, but she was even more bewildered than he was.
At this moment, the valet, holding Xu Siyang’s car keys, didn’t dare to actually open the car. After all, if a car worth several million was scratched, selling him wouldn’t be enough to compensate.
At this moment, the people behind Meng An, seeing the situation, couldn’t help but laugh: “Young Master Meng, are you chickening out already? What’s he, anyway? Go for it!”
They were all people who loved a good show and didn’t mind making trouble. They had no idea how to write the words “peace and harmony.” Seeing Mo Xingchen directly confront Meng An, they desperately egged Meng An on from behind.
Furthermore, Meng An had always been arrogant. His family wasn’t involved in any legitimate business; money came too quickly, giving him a “live for today” kind of feeling.
“Young master of Mingsheng, you’re good at bragging. Does Mingsheng even know it has a young master like you?” Meng An sneered.
Mo Xingchen just sneered back, looking at the opposite side as if they were idiots.
Meng An was the type of person who feared nothing but losing face. The people who usually followed him, while outwardly respectful, had some resentment privately. He never expected to be shamed by a woman today.
He took a step forward, but Xu Siyang immediately blocked him, standing in front of Mo Xingchen.
Xu Siyang was 1.85 meters tall. Although a little shorter than Yi Zechen, he was tall enough to look down on most men, let alone this Meng An, whose height probably wasn’t even 1.7 meters.
So when Xu Siyang stood in front of him, the sense of oppression made him involuntarily look up.
“A man doesn’t lay hands on a woman,” Xu Siyang wasn’t an arrogant person, but he couldn’t stand by and watch others physically confront Mo Xingchen.
Xue Kaiwen, finally understanding what was going on, stepped forward to intervene, urging, “Siyang, forget it. Why stoop to their level?”
However, the people behind Meng An were displeased. One of them pointed at Xue Kaiwen and cursed, “Who the hell are you talking about? I’m going to deal with you today!”
Xue Kaiwen realized that things probably wouldn’t end well today. Without further ado, he grabbed his phone and called the bar owner.
“Holy shit, daring to call people!” A man with dyed blonde hair immediately lost his temper and said directly to Meng An, “Young Master Meng, they’re bullying you. Are we just going to take it?”
Bai Yu, feeling truly innocent, quickly whispered to Mo Xingchen, “What is this? You should try to mediate quickly, before a real fight breaks out.”
“What’s there to be afraid of in a fight? These bastards deserve to be taught a lesson,” Mo Xingchen also enjoyed watching the drama unfold.
She really disliked this Meng An. This guy was a master at manipulating women, with a long history of bad behavior. Relying on his family’s money, he did whatever he pleased.
At this moment, Song Ruiqing across from them looked at Xu Siyang in shock.
When Mo Xingchen took that key from his pocket, her heart truly panicked in an unspeakable way.
This was probably the most flustered she had ever been in her life, even more flustered and embarrassed than when Xu Siyang caught her.
When the bar owner came out, he was followed by tall men in black suits. In a mixed place like a bar, security guards were indispensable. So as soon as Xue Kaiwen called, the owner brought his men down.
When he stepped out, he saw the two opposing parties.
“Oh, how did you two end up confronting each other?” The owner, upon seeing Meng An, immediately started looking for trouble. After all, they were all in the same circle; while not extremely familiar, they at least knew each other.
Meng An hadn’t expected the other party to call the bar owner down with just one phone call.
This bar owner was no simple figure; he was considered someone with connections in this “four-nine city” (a reference to Beijing). That’s why he had such a significant presence, with even supermodels showing up to support the bar’s opening.
Meng An originally just wanted to show his support. Although his family made money quickly, they had no real foundation. His father always taught him to make more connections with influential people.
“Master Han, this is a misunderstanding,” Meng An said, forcing himself.
However, after he spoke, the opposite side let out a burst of laughter. Mo Xingchen truly couldn’t hold it in. After all, she had seen Meng An’s fierce look earlier, as if he wanted to kill them, but then he suddenly turned into a wimp. Could anyone not find that funny?
Han Jingyang looked back, also stunned, and asked with a smile, “Xu Siyang, you came to play, why didn’t you tell me?”
Xu Siyang was no less surprised than he was and froze: “Brother Jingyang, this bar is yours?”
Han Jingyang walked over to him, put his arm around his shoulder, and said helplessly, “You’d better not call me brother; I’m afraid Zechen will settle accounts with me later.”
After all, this was his childhood friend’s biological uncle. If he called him “brother,” wouldn’t that make Yi Zechen a generation younger than him for no reason?
Xue Kaiwen, standing by, also asked with a smile, “Do you two know each other?”
Xue Kaiwen’s brother and Han Jingyang were good friends; they had even had dinner together before. Today, he was just here to support Han Jingyang, but he didn’t expect to run into Meng An. He was afraid that the people on the other side would really go wild and beat up Xu Siyang, and then he would be in deep trouble.
So he didn’t care about anything else and quickly called Han Jingyang.
Fortunately, Han Jingyang gave him face and came out immediately.
It turned out these two actually knew each other.
Han Jingyang looked at him with a smile, “Xu Siyang and I have known each other since we were kids. To be exact, he’s my elder.”
Not only did he speak warmly, but there was also an implicit meaning of praising Xu Siyang. Not only was Xue Kaiwen surprised, but even Meng An’s face began to look displeased.
He had only met Han Jingyang by chance and knew that this person’s family background was very influential, to say he was a person of power and influence was no exaggeration.
But people like him had always looked down on people like Meng An. Meng An wasn’t truly stupid; he knew that the more influential a person was, the harder they were to climb. So he had always been looking for an opportunity to connect with Han Jingyang.
So at this moment, Meng An’s face was both ugly and embarrassed.
“So what happened?” Han Jingyang still had his arm around Xu Siyang, looking like good buddies.
Xu Siyang shook his head and said faintly, “Nothing.”
However, Xue Kaiwen was not pleased. He raised his chin and looked in Meng An’s direction, whispering, “Siyang had a bit of a misunderstanding with this gentleman, insulting him by saying he didn’t have many coins in his pocket...”
After he finished, Xue Kaiwen laughed. Where did this Meng An get the confidence to insult the young master of Mingsheng Group like that?
“Our little prince of Mingsheng Group is actually being looked down upon like this. I think Zechen isn’t working hard enough, and the company’s market value still isn’t increasing enough,” Han Jingyang didn’t look at Meng An, but instead teased Xu Siyang.
Xu Siyang smiled helplessly, “Brother Jingyang, Mingsheng Group used to be run by our old man, and now my grand-nephew is in charge. I’m just a hands-off manager. It’s understandable if others look down on me.”
Han Jingyang burst into laughter, then turned to Meng An and asked him, “Are there any misunderstandings now?”
“No, Master Han, it’s my fault, it’s me,” Meng An nodded, eyes downcast, not daring to look at Xu Siyang.
But Han Jingyang wasn’t someone to be easily appeased. There was one flaw among their group: they were fiercely protective of their own. Let alone Xu Siyang, whom he had watched grow up since childhood; even if they weren’t close, as long as it was a family member of a close friend, he couldn’t stand by and watch outsiders bully them.
He sneered, reminding him, “This apology of yours shouldn’t be directed at me, should it?”
Meng An’s body stiffened. Song Ruiqing and his scoundrel friends were all watching. To make him bow to Xu Siyang, Meng An’s face turned ugly, almost ferocious, but what kind of person was Han Jingyang? How dared he offend him?
Finally, he bowed his head and whispered, “Young Master Xu, I’m sorry, I was impulsive.”
Han Jingyang had always looked down on this Meng An, but he also knew that dealing with such a petty person, it was better not to overdo it. A little lesson was enough. He nodded, patted Xu Siyang’s shoulder, “Since he apologized, let’s let it go.”
Xu Siyang shook his head slightly, “It wasn’t a big deal to begin with.”
Meng An and his group couldn’t enjoy themselves at the bar anymore, and Han Jingyang didn’t keep them. But after they left, Xu Siyang looked back and saw Mo Xingchen staring straight ahead.
He smiled and said, “Thanks for speaking up for me just now.”
Mo Xingchen sneered because at that moment, Qingqing was looking back, her eyes as clear as water, still full of affection even in the darkness.
Xu Siyang followed her gaze and saw Song Ruiqing looking back.
Their gazes met, and Xu Siyang’s eyes were calm and indifferent.
At this moment, his heart was incredibly calm. Perhaps he had once liked Song Ruiqing. But thinking about it now, perhaps he only liked the Song Ruiqing he had imagined.
A hard-working university student, even though she came from a small county, she was still inherently optimistic and kind.
The Song Ruiqing he thought he knew, now that he thought about it, was just someone he had imagined.
After Mo Xingchen retracted her gaze, she saw Xu Siyang’s eyes still fixed on the other person. She smiled faintly and asked, “Do you regret it?”
“Regret what?” Xu Siyang asked, confused.
Mo Xingchen raised her chin, saying with a half-smile, “If you hadn’t played that ‘Metamorphosis’ game, I guess this Qingqing wouldn’t have become someone else’s girlfriend.”
Xu Siyang didn’t expect her to say that. He immediately felt embarrassed and quickly whispered, “Can you please not reveal my past?”
No matter how you looked at it, this matter was quite embarrassing.
Although Song Ruiqing was the one who cheated, he was still the one with the green hat. With Han Jingyang and Xue Kaiwen right there, how could he not be embarrassed?
Mo Xingchen turned and walked out. Xu Siyang quickly followed, whispering, “Are you angry?”
But after he said it, he himself chuckled and whispered, “Or are you jealous?”
Mo Xingchen stopped, glaring at him fiercely: “Who are you calling jealous?”
Xu Siyang stated calmly, “Whoever knows what I’m talking about.”
Mo Xingchen: “...” How she wanted to hit him.
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Three Years Later
A quiet room, suddenly vibrated intensely. A fair hand reached out and turned off the alarm. The phone rang again. After answering, a slightly amused voice on the other end said, “I just want to remind you not to let our son be late again today.”
“What time is it?” Huo Ci was truly sleepy. She had a project this week and had stayed up until 2 AM last night.
Yi Zechen said helplessly, “It’s 8 AM Beijing time. If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late dropping Qiuqiu off at school again. If you’re late again today, I’m afraid the teacher will call me again.”
“Oh my goodness,” Huo Ci tried to get up, but a chubby leg was pressing down on her arm. She then realized her other arm was numb from being pressed.
She reached out and pulled the little guy into her arms, kissed him on the head, and softly called out, “Baby, time to wake up.”
At this moment, her voice was still thick with sleepiness, soft and fuzzy, which melted Yi Zechen’s heart on the other end, making him wish he could immediately fly home and hold her in his arms.
Yi Zechen had been in Europe all week, from France to Germany, never stopping.
It was also the first time he had been away from her and their son for so long since Yi Chengqi was born. Even Yi Chengqi, the heartless little rascal, started asking where Daddy was yesterday.
Huo Ci stroked his little head, and the little guy finally woke up.
At this moment, Yi Zechen was just speaking. The little one rubbed his eyes with his chubby hands and mumbled, “Daddy, I hear Daddy’s voice.”
With his son saying that, even Yi Zechen couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.
Yi Zechen called out to him softly, and the little one quickly clutched the phone tightly, absolutely delighted as he talked into it.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...” This affectionate eagerness made Huo Ci both laugh and cry.
She reached out and flicked his little head, chastising, “Little smarty-pants.”
But as she lowered her head, the bedside lamp was on, and the little one’s chubby face was bathed in the dim yellow light.
His delicate and handsome features softened Huo Ci’s heart.
He was just a mini Yi Zechen.
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