Chapter 112： Was it you who wanted to marry me back then?

Chapter 112 The person who wanted to marry me back then, is that you?

"Okay." Meng Jingxian responded with a smile, her tone was as gentle as before on the phone.

Song Ziyun was immersed in the excitement, and didn't notice Meng Jingxian's eyes. When she looked at her, she was scrutinized and slightly alienated.

The woman holding her arm is the wife of Yan Huai, the top rich family in Kyoto, who is in power. When Song Ziyun walked into the venue, her back was straighter than before, and her chin was raised higher.

She went straight to Song Chunsheng who was pushing cups with others, and said with a smile, "Dad, this is the Aunt Meng I often mention to you. I often talk to Aunt Meng on the phone when I am abroad."

Then he introduced to Meng Jingxian, "Aunt Meng, this is my father Song Chunsheng, who is a strict father at home."

Song Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering, and immediately stopped socializing, smiling at Meng Jingxian and nodding, "Ms. Meng, Ziyun often mentions you at home after returning to China. I have heard of you for a long time. Hello."

He didn't call Mrs. Yan directly, but Ms. Meng.

This kind of coping attitude is decent, there are limits to advancing and retreating, coupled with a mature and elegant face, it is easy to make people feel good.

Meng Jingxian nodded, "Mr. Song, hello."

Song Chunsheng turned to Song Ziyun and said, "Ms. Meng is your honored guest, you must treat her well, and you must not neglect her."

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll be with Aunt Meng tonight!" Song Ziyun responded playfully, and then took Meng Jingxian to another direction, "Dad, you continue to chat with your uncles, I won't bother you, I'll take Aunt Meng to Go elsewhere."

Others don't know Meng Jingxian's identity, but looking at Song Chunsheng's attitude and listening to what he said, they can also tell that Meng Jingxian's identity is not simple.

After Song Ziyun took people away, everyone immediately asked Song Chunsheng jokingly.

"My little girl loves to play. She went abroad a few years ago. By chance, she met the wife of the head of the Yan family in Kyoto. It turned out to be her best friend." Song Chunsheng raised his glass and signaled to continue drinking. His eyes and brows were full of doting on his daughter. Drowning and proud.

Compared with his attitude towards Song Yueliang, it is embarrassing.

But that's another story.

From the information revealed in Song Chunsheng's words, knowing that the beautiful woman Song Ziyun brought was actually the wife of the head of the Yan family in Kyoto, everyone who was already extremely flattering to Song Chunsheng became more eager.

Dingfeng Company was jointly established by Song Ziyu and Yanqin, representing the Song family and the Yan family respectively.

This already means that the Song family has established a relationship with the Yan family in Jingdu.

But Yanqin's "yan" is different from Mrs. Yan's "yan".

One is the second child of the Yan family, and the other is the head wife of the Yan family. It is clear at a glance which is more important.

Climbing up to Yanqin is not the same as climbing up to Meng Jingxian.

The only thing they have in common is that the Song family is the only one that makes a profit.

At this time, Song Ziyun couldn't find Fang Ru anywhere on the first floor, and after asking others, he took Meng Jingxian into the private room on the second floor, and met Fang Ru face to face.

When the two walked in, the atmosphere in the private room was not harmonious.

The fat woman with messy makeup leaned on the sofa and cursed regardless of her appearance. Fang Ru and several other ladies of similar age sat on the other end of the sofa with different expressions.

"Song Yueliang, that stinky bitch, you bastard! How dare you throw me!"

"A small broken real estate company gave her to the capable one. No matter how bad my Ding family is, it is also an established family in Huicheng. How dare she ignore it?"

"Aru, this little **** is so arrogant, thank you for being able to bear it!"

"Anyway, I can't bear it, and I won't spoil her! Let's wait and see after this reception, I must make her kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

Song Ziyun was very embarrassed.

She didn't expect to bring Meng Jingxian here, and when she entered the door, she heard a series of unsavory curses, which were extremely vulgar.

She hurriedly wanted to interrupt Mrs. Ding, but someone preempted her.

"Song Yueliang, how did she offend you?"

There was a silence in the private room, and when everyone turned their heads, they saw Song Ziyun standing not far from the door and a graceful lady in a cheongsam.

It was the lady in cheongsam who spoke.

Song Ziyun was a little surprised. She didn't understand why Meng Jingxian asked about the illegitimate daughter at home.

But in the current situation, she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly took Meng Jingxian back, and Fang Ru said with a smile, "Mom, this is the Aunt Meng I often mention, and I managed to invite her here."

"Ms. Yan?!" Fang Ru got up in surprise, and quietly walked in to greet her.

When she saw her daughter standing with a lady in cheongsam just now, she had guessed in her heart, but now she heard her daughter confirming it herself, and her happiness was beyond words.

"Aru—" Mrs. Ding and the others were still a little overwhelmed, and wanted to ask.

Fang Ru winked at several people, "Let's talk about what happened just now. There are distinguished guests here today, so don't mention those who are unhappy."

Meng Jingxian narrowed her eyes slightly, walked over to sit gracefully, and turned to look at Mrs. Ding, "I don't know what happened just now, can I listen? What happened to Song Yueliang?"

…

The restroom on the second floor.

Song Yueliang stood in front of the sink, the water from the faucet was running, and the water was rushing.

She slowly wiped off the red wine stains on the back of her hands, shoulders and neck, and then half-raised her eyes to look at the woman in the half-length mirror in front of her.

Shoulder-shaven hair, fiery red lips, and cool black eyes.

Sai Xue's skin and the pure black of the evening dress collided fiercely, making the woman's aura even more flamboyant and powerful.

It's just the woman's eyes, with a faint look of fatigue and darkness.

Song Yueliang closed her eyes, her daughter's innocent smile flashed in her mind, and a pair of dark peach blossom eyes with a smile flashed in her mind.

Opening his eyes again, the tiredness and darkness in his eyes faded away, and the sharpness appeared.

She hooked her red lips lightly and turned off the tap.

It was so difficult before, but she has come over it.

Now, she is more motivated to move forward, how could she be tired.

There is no one in the bathroom, it is very quiet.

After the sound of water disappeared, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor was clearly audible.

Song Yueliang walked out of the bathroom evenly.

As soon as he walked out of the corner, he was blocked by a tall and slender figure.

The restroom on the second floor is at the end of the corridor, and there are private rooms upstairs for VIP guests, and there are very few people walking in the corridor.

Even if someone is walking and there are floor stalls in the corridor, it is difficult to hear the sound.

The place where Song Yueliang was blocked at this time was exactly the narrow place between the bathroom and the corridor, where the lights were the dimmest.

The bustle and bustle downstairs makes this place even more secluded.

Song Yueliang raised her eyes.

The man stood upright quietly, his tall stature brought a great sense of oppression, and his eyes hidden in the darkness were full of aggression.

Song Yueliang didn't speak, and moved to walk around him and leave.

"Yueyue, is that why you don't want to see me?" the man said, his low voice seemed to be smiling, and he was careless.

Song Yueliang paused, raised her head again, and looked directly into his eyes behind the lenses.

"Are you the one who wanted to marry me back then?" She asked.

The air suddenly stagnated for a moment, making it difficult to breathe.

"It's me." The man lowered his eyes, the smile in his voice disappeared, and his black eyes locked tightly on her, "Did he tell you his identity?"