latelenovela Chapter 116 Returning Home, the White Moonlight
Chapter 116 Returning Home, the White Moonlight
"Miss, I don't know what you mean." Lin Qingyue's smile was forced, her eyes quickly welling up with tears as she looked at Ji Jingshen with a wronged expression. "Is it because I've been talking to Jingshen the whole time and neglected you, making you unhappy?"
"Yes," Song Qianyi readily admitted.
Lin Qingyue's words caught in her throat.
What kind of number is this?
Song Qianyi glanced at her only once, then looked at Ji Jingshen: "Have you gone mute again?"
A look of bewilderment appeared in Ji Jingshen's eyes.
At this moment, he was like a robot, needing to click to trigger the spell and proceed to the next step.
"To answer Miss Lin's question."
Song Qianyi felt somewhat exhausted.
Ji Jingshen frowned, not understanding why Song Qianyi insisted that he speak, but he still obediently said, "This is my wife, Song Qianyi."
“Here.” Song Qianyi pointed her index finger upwards and gestured in a circle: “It’s my grandfather’s birthday banquet.”
At this point, her identity is clear.
Lin Qingyue forced a smile: "So it's Miss Song. I'm sorry, I was too excited when I saw Jing Shen just now. I didn't mean to ignore you."
"It's alright, after all, we're old friends who haven't seen each other for over a decade." Song Qianyi smiled and held Lin Qingyue's hand affectionately. "I'm just easygoing and not petty. If it were someone else, seeing you talking to her husband, they would think you were deliberately ignoring him and that you were interested in someone else's husband!"
Lin Qingyue wanted to maintain her image, but could only laugh and couldn't say anything else.
"What's wrong?" Lin's father happened to appear next to Lin Qingyue, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Jingshen and greeted him warmly.
A carefully planned coincidence.
Song Qianyi's gaze lingered on Lin's father's face for a moment, but the impression wasn't very deep.
It seems that the Lin family's business is not only inferior to the Ji family's, but is even at an average level within the industry.
Lin's father probably wanted to use his daughter as a connection to get close to Ji Jingshen.
Sending their own daughter to be a mistress, I really don't know what they were thinking.
After exchanging pleasantries, the awkward silence from before was brought up again. Lin's father handled it much more smoothly and maturely than Lin Qingyue: "Miss Song, I'm really sorry. Qingyue just returned from abroad and doesn't know many things. If she has offended you in any way, I, as her father, apologize on her behalf."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Song Qianyi.
Lin's father was, after all, an elder, and his bowing to the younger generation quickly attracted everyone's attention.
If it were someone else, they would definitely accept the apology and vaguely forgive the past under pressure from public opinion.
But she is Song Qianyi, someone whose reputation wasn't exactly good to begin with.
"I think not only did Sister Qingyue just return from abroad, but you, Uncle Lin, also just returned from abroad."
She crossed her arms over her chest, showing no sign of panic. "Uncle Lin, you must have learned all this from the Japanese... the island nation where life is pretty good, right? They really like to bow."
Feeling the time was right, Song Qianyi reached out to help him up, saying, "You are my elder, how can I, a junior, ask you to apologize to me?"
Lin's father didn't expect Song Qianyi to be so unappreciative. He straightened up as she did, saying, "Of course you should apologize if you're wrong. Back when we were neighbors with Jing Shen's family..."
The father and daughter were of the same mind, both wanting to evoke Ji Jingshen's emotions through shared memories, while also excluding her, the "newcomer."
"You guys chat, I'm leaving first." Song Qianyi interrupted directly, not giving Ji Jingshen a chance to react, and left.
She left, and Ji Jingshen didn't want to waste any more time with the father and daughter.
Aside from having some recollection of their names, their memories felt completely foreign to me.
Ji Jingshen wanted to follow Song Qianyi there.
The two of them had been dealing with guests all day, and Song Qianyi hadn't shown any strong emotional fluctuations. But now he sensed that something was wrong with her and wanted to go after her to find out.
But Lin's father and Lin Qingyue held him back.
Lin's father considers himself an elder, and it wouldn't look good for him to disregard his elders' dignity.
Today was Song Hongguo's birthday banquet, and he didn't want the scene to be awkward, so he patiently chatted with the two of them for a few words before making up an excuse to leave.
He wanted to go find Song Qianyi to explain things clearly, but she was already sitting with the other ladies having tea.
Ji Jingshen simply cannot go there.
Turning around, I saw Song Hongguo standing behind me with a smile: "Still haven't appeased him?"
Ji Jingshen nodded in surprise.
"You haven't even found out why she's angry, how are you going to make her happy?" Song Hongguo's eyes were discerning: "That painting was a congratulatory gift you prepared, wasn't it? Qianyi didn't want to deliver it with you, so she deliberately came first."
As he spoke, he stroked the pure gold dragon head of his dragon-headed cane.
Song Hongguo saw through everything, and Ji Jingshen didn't hide anything, only nodding.
“The old man can still help you one more time. If you can’t seize the opportunity, I think you might as well break up with my granddaughter!” Song Hongguo pouted arrogantly: “I married her to you, not so that she would suffer with you.”
Song Hongguo doted on his granddaughter, Song Qianyi, from the bottom of his heart.
Knowing that Ji Jingshen was a good match, she nodded in agreement to their marriage.
Given Ji Jingshen's personality, the two could have lived a peaceful life together. However, Song Qianyi was always thinking about her sister's fiancé and did many inappropriate things.
Fortunately, she has changed her personality and is no longer as eccentric as before.
He chose to interfere in their relationship in order to ensure his granddaughter and Ji Jingshen could be well together, and also to make up for the mistakes Song Qianyi had made.
He smiled and waved to Song Qianyi.
Song Qianyi jogged over, glared at Ji Jingshen, and then asked, "What's wrong, Grandpa?"
"Grandpa hasn't seen you in a long time. Can you come back and stay with me for a while?"
Song Hongguo is just like an empty-nest elderly person who longs for care.
Song Qianyi raised her chin slightly: "Who told you to hand the company over to me to manage? I'm so busy every day that I don't even have time to sleep, so I definitely don't have time to come see you."
"However, since you think of me so much, I can come back and stay with you for a while."
"it is good."
Song Hongguo smiled and agreed, then turned to look at Ji Jingshen: "Don't leave tonight either, stay and have dinner with Grandpa."
Song Qianyi's eyes widened: Is it too late to regret it now?
Of course, it's too late.
That evening, Song Qianyi blocked the doorway to the room: "Go find another room."
"Do you want Grandpa to know that we're planning to separate?" Ji Jingshen asked.
Seeing that Song Qianyi's expression softened, he added, "At least we have to keep it a secret until tonight. It's Grandpa's birthday banquet today, and he's very happy."
Song Qianyi didn't want to upset her grandfather on this happy day, so although she was reluctant, she let go of his hand and allowed Ji Jingshen to follow her into the room.
Alone in the space, Song Qianyi felt a dryness in her throat.
"Cough cough."
She coughed twice, cleared her throat, and said, "If it weren't for the special circumstances now, I would not advocate sleeping in the same bed during the divorce cooling-off period at all."
Looking around the room, besides the bed, the only other option was to sleep on the floor.
"Go ask the maid for a blanket later, and you can sleep on the floor."
“It’s cold at night now, and you’ll catch a cold if you sleep on the floor,” Ji Jingshen said.
"The room is heated, so you won't get cold."
Song Qianyi's attitude was not firm: "You can sleep in the bed if you want, but you'll have to find another blanket."
One bed, two blankets.
This was Song Qianyi's final concession.