《Daughters of the Elite》


 Chapter 1：Twenty-Two

    Qian Meigui broke out into a sweat during the brisk early dawn.


    The dawn chorus of birds sung outside her window, filling the space with peaceful, resonating sounds. She felt the cold mist of the early rain breeze through the slightly parted window.


    On most nights, she often suppressed the memories of something she refused to remember¡ªand yet, she would occasionally be reminded as the raw, aching feeling of anguish returns to well inside her.


    The police, her adoptive parents, and the media had told her that she conjured some memories¡ªsome distinct reality to replace the truth before them. But she knew what the truth was; it was they who refused to believe it. It was an accident, they claimed. It wasn''t, she thought.


    No one believed her, no one except for Song Sheng, the eldest son of Song Rui, the very man who adopted her not long after the incident.


    It had been two years since Song Sheng had gone abroad, and since then, he only contacted through the occasional, brief phone calls and short emails, leaving nothing but a few words.


    Before he left the country, Qian Meigui and Song Sheng were close to finding the clues about her parent''s deaths, only to find¡ªnot a dead-end¡ªbut loose ends. Ends that were deep and devoid, and some that did not add up to the time and place of the ''accident.''


    Soon after, she had given up, and shortly, Song Sheng left abruptly for business. Qian Meigui supported his decision, the way he always helped her, but he barely contacted anyone, let alone her. But she always knew that Song Sheng might return¡ªas he is the successor of the second-largest Pharmaceutical company in China.


    It was her twenty-second birthday. Instead of preparing for the celebration of her birthday, she was feeling melancholic about her past and how much she devastatingly missed him.


    Although they weren''t bound by blood, she had always admired Song Sheng since they first met. Her adoptive father, Song Rui, claimed to have been a close childhood friend of both her parents when he came to take her in.


    Qian Meigui, not knowing anything about the mysterious Song Rui, refused to go with him until he asked his eldest son to see her. Qian Meigui was stubborn, but Song Sheng persisted gently.


    He did not express his condolences, and he did not pity her; instead, he gave her the words she wanted to hear.


    Reluctantly she went home with them and was welcomed by a large, beautiful-looking family. Song Sheng had three younger siblings close to their age, and Song Rui and his wife welcomed her with gentleness.


    She was surprised to learn that their family was warm and inviting for an elite and upper-class family; most weren''t.


    After a year of adjusting, Song Rui announced to his family of six that he would adopt her. Qian Meigui was both ecstatic and devastated to hear that she would be a new addition to the Song family.


    Even though she lost her parents, she had gained new ones along with two brothers and two sisters who did not object to her stay. She felt happy and guilty about it.


    Though she reminded herself that she would never forget the family that raised her, her real family was low-profiled. And she wondered how her parents would have known the CEO of a pharmaceutical company; to this day, it was still a mystery.


    It hurt Song Rui to learn that his best friends had died tragically, but he said taking her in would provide them ease, and for him, peace of mind.


    After that, many believed her to be the real daughter of Song Rui and his wife Yang Rei, as she pretended to be their real daughter.


    Two years after the adoption, she realized she knew no one from their extended family. Song Rui was no longer part of the main house, but he managed to establish a company that prospered and thrived throughout the years on his own.


    He established Song Corporation, a pharmaceutical company, whereas the rest of his family flourished in the Entertainment industry.


    Song Rui was the eldest son of her adoptive grandfather Chairman Song, but his younger brother schemed to inherit the company. Song Rui did not want to completely separate from his family, so he would still attend important occasions, but Qian Meigui figured it was to gloat about how successful he had become on his own.


    When she finally met some members of the main house of the Song family, they had believed she was their real daughter; thus, she felt proud and accepted as an actual member.


    It had been eleven years since she joined the family now, and every year, there would be something new that she learned about them.


    It was 6 A.M., and amid her thoughts, Qian Meigui decided that she should get ready. She removed the comforter from her body, approaching her white vanity, grabbing a concealer.


    She massaged eye cream before applying the concealer under her worn tear-stained eyes, covering the stark restlessness from the night.


    She was now twenty-two years old, but she did not feel cheerful or spirited; she had not felt that for years. Qian Meigui glanced at her reflection in the mirror from the faint light of her lamp.


    A knock rang from the door before she turned to see someone entering. "Mistress Mei, the young master, and young mistresses wait for you in the kitchen table downstairs."


    Qian Meigui nodded, "I will be down soon," she said with a subtle smile.


    The maid smiled faintly before returning to her duties and closing the door.


    Qian Meigui changed into a light yellow dress with thin straps over her shoulders. She combed her long wavy hair and applied some light makeup.


    When she rose, she exhaled a deep breath before she opened the door and approached the kitchen, beginning a new day.

 Chapter 2：Celebration

    Qian Meigui walked down the spiral staircase, walking through the living room before entering the grand, sun-lit kitchen. She found her siblings, the twins¡ªSong Jinyi and Song Jun¡ªalong with her older sister Song Ren who sat parallel across them.


    It seemed that Song Jinyi and Song Jun were arguing over a trivial matter, so she approached Song Ren, who was reading a newspaper article while drinking a cup of black coffee.


    Song Ren stared at the newspaper intently, engrossed with current events, not identifying her presence. Her long jet-black hair cascaded from the curve of her ear to the end of her torso. Her expression looked reserved and guarded as always, though she was rather gentle and caring with those who knew her well.


    Their father, Song Rui and his wife were working overseas in a different country, though their parents would often visit the country, unlike Song Sheng, who promised to visit but failed countlessly.


    Throughout the last two years, he missed birthdays, celebrations, and holidays; therefore, she no longer looked forward to special days if he wasn''t there.


    Now Qian Meigui had adjusted to him not being in the picture, though she ever so silently wished for his return. Song Sheng was someone who always stood by her side, and would perhaps continue if he were here.


    Song Ren did not seem to notice her until their younger sister Jinyi yelled, "Mei Mei! Happy Birthday!"


    Song Ren then coughed over her bitter coffee as she looked over to Qian Meigui and said, "Happy birthday Song Mei," with a subtle smile.


    "Mei Mei, it''s your birthday?" Song Jun asked. Qian Meigui frowned until his twin sister Song Jinyi slapped him across the head. "I reminded you every day for the past week," she said to him coldly.


    "I forgot," Song Jun said, rubbing his head, glaring at his sister, feeling wronged.


    Song Ren resumed drinking the rest of her coffee while reading over current events. Qian Meigui sighed, predicting an expected response from her older sister, Song Ren.


    She was only a year older than her¡ªtwenty-three, but cold and aloof, yet dignified. Nonetheless, Song Ren had the nerves of steel but the heart of flames. She was someone Qian Meigui looked up to when Sheng wasn''t home.


    "Mei Mei, yellow suits you. You look so pretty," proclaimed Song Jinyi, who approached her as her short-black hair swayed against her shoulders.


    It warmed Qian Meigui''s, cool heart. After all, Qian Meigui felt plain in comparison to the elegant and stark beauty of the Song family.


    They each had a head of jet-black hair, as dark as shadows on a bright day, with porcelain and unblemished skin. They were each beautiful, potential to be models or actors, yet they strongly valued privacy and felt content with inheriting jobs in their father''s pharmaceutical company.


    Song Ren, the twins, and Song Sheng each had brown eyes flecked with gold, inherited from their father. Qian Meigui had dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, though she passes as one of them due to her adoptive mother''s genes who were similar to hers.


    The twins were four years younger than Qian Meigui, eighteen years old and in their final year of school. And Since CEO Song Rui and his wife had four children, many did not question Qian Meigui''s relation to them, thinking she was part of their litter all along.


    "Shoot! I almost forgot we must go to our dressing appointment!" said Song Jinyi while tearing the newspaper from Song Ren''s hand.


    Qian Meigui almost forgot. After living with the Song family for over a decade, she still had not adjusted to the life of elites.


    Today was her birthday, though they were later attending a banquet for their grandparent''s 50th wedding anniversary. An event that they could not miss even if their father were no longer a member of the main house.

 Chapter 3：Banquet

    "Do you think Sheng would come to the banquet tonight?" asked Song Jinyi. Song Ren growled at how tight her dress was to place on; she then responded, "I would not expect it," as the associate tried to help Song Ren fit into her dress.


    They already selected their dresses weeks in advance, but the appointment was to fit into it. Qian Meigui inwardly felt upset at Song Ren''s response, but she kept it to herself.


    They would expect Song Sheng''s absence, even though their parents are returning to the country for this particular event.


    They had not seen Song Sheng in two years. Though Qian Meigui used to be close to him, she also felt that the twins had missed their older brother, even Song Ren, but she does not admit to it. Even she missed him. He left with barely a heart-warming departure, and no one, not even the media, had seen him.


    He was twenty-eight years old, and he was grown enough for no one to look for him or take care of him. But Qian Meigui felt as if it were unfair since he took care of them for so many years.


    Qian Meigui felt unsettled by the thought that he may not come home for a long time, or never at all. But she knew he has to reveal himself eventually, as he must inherit the Pharmaceutical company.


    Later in the afternoon, Qian Meigui changed into her dress with Song Jinyi and Song Ren. Song Ren wore a champagne-gold bodice that complimented her hourglass figure, hugging the curves of her body in the right places.


    Song Jinyi wore a short baby blue dress that made her look younger. And Qian Meigui wore a dusty-rose lace dress with flared sleeves, making her look smaller than she was.


    Song Ren had straightened out her jet-black hair and applied gold eye shadow to compliment her look. After she finished, Song Ren glanced at Qian Meigui and smiled, which did not often happen, "Mei Mei, will you be going to the banquet with your hair like that?"


    Qian Meigui frowned and looked away, feeling ashamed. Song Ren smiled warmly again, "No worries; I will do it for you," she continued.


    Qian Meigui nodded her head, "Mhm."


    In the mirror, Qian Meigui could see Song Ren; she was envious at how straight her hair was and expressed it loudly.


    "Nonsense, we all have different styles. I like my hair straight," Song Ren responded while curling the ends of Qian Meigui''s hair.


    Qian Meigui''s hair would be frizzy during hot summer days, and fixing it required time and effort.


    "You see, your hair is naturally wavy, and that is your style. I am only tightening your waves so that you don''t lose any of what makes you, you and pretty," Song Ren said. Qian Meigui smiled shyly.


    She then asked her sister a question that had been on her mind, "Do you believe Song Sheng would not come tonight?"


    Song Ren sighed profoundly and responded, "I don''t know what to expect from brother; he often keeps things to himself and then reveals things during crucial moments."


    Qian Meigui felt that there was a tinge of hurt in Song Ren''s voice. Though Song Ren barely showed any signs, as she always composed herself well, just like Song Sheng.


    "All right. You are ready," Song Ren announced. Qian Meigui glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection.


    Song Jinyi barged into the room and said, "Are you two ready¡ªWow! Mei Mei, you look great!"


    Qian Meigui laughed, and Song Ren chuckled as she covered her mouth like a true-born elegant lady.


    The three girls then departed with Song Jun, waiting impatiently at the foyer of their mansion. "Ladies, Let''s go," he emphasized irritatingly. Song Jinyi then placed at hand over her brother''s shoulder and pushed him forward as she rolled her eyes.

 Chapter 4：Song Sheng

    The Banquet was radiantly bright with lights and chandeliers covering the ceiling. There were white lilies on every table with golden chairs, red table cloths, and silver cutlery.


    Only exclusive people could attend, and government state officials were seated with the Song Elders, along with their parents at the head of the Banquet, where they all chatted away.


    As with every event, Qian Meigui felt like she did not belong in these lavish parties, though it was vital for her to attend since she was Song Mei, the third middle child of the family of five.


    The siblings were seated next to each other, where an empty seat Song Sheng was supposed to sit daunted on them.


    They remained seated until a young man who looked about her age approached them.


    Alarmed, Song Ren glanced at him from head to toe and asked, "Why the fuck are you here? Get lost!" she responded to him.


    Qian Meigui looked at her sister with widened eyes, her mouth slightly gaping.


    Though Song Ren was elegant and dignified, she had a short temper and was not afraid to speak her mind. When Qian Meigui looked at the man, she realized it was Su Feng, the eldest son of Su Liang, CEO of Sun Group, a competing pharmaceutical company.


    He wore a white suit, his golden hair sleeked to one side, and he rested his stark ice-blue eyes on Song Ren.


    He was Song Ren''s enemy and friend from school because they use to compete with each other. Su Feng smiled as if her words did not affect him. He turned to their younger sister, "Jinyi, it is nice to see you again."


    Song Jinyi nodded and smiled, "Hello, brother Feng." Su Feng then turned to Qian Meigui and said with a smile, "Good evening Song Mei."


    "Hello," responded Qian Meigui.


    Song Ren did not appear fazed, and she did not care to acknowledge Su Feng, ignoring him the entire time.


    Qian Meigui wondered what happened between them, as she noticed the way he looked at Song Ren with half longing and half resentment. But she never asked what their relationship was. Qian Meigui was always afraid to ask.


    Su Feng then shook hands with Song Jun before leaving. They all sat in silence, waiting for an introduction to the banquet.


    The opener of the event was the President''s brother, Song Li, the second son of her grandparents, and her twisted uncle.


    He talked about memories and wished them for more years to come. Grandmother Song then approached the stage with her microphone thanking everyone for attending.


    "It is an honour that you are here with us celebrating 50 years of our union. Thank you all for celebrating with us. I will be handing over the microphone over to my dear eldest grandson, Song Sheng."


    Qian Meigui stilled before she glanced around the table, waiting for a reaction to see if she heard right. Song Jinyi and Song Jun both had their mouths wide open. Song Ren did not look affected at all.


    Qian Meigui returned her eyes to the stage, as a tall, dignified and handsome man approached the stage. He wore a well-pressed navy-blue suit with chestnut-brown cap toe shoes.


    His stark black hair long to his ears, though clean and straight, falling over his eyes. His face sharp, tight and taut, yet elegant and beautiful. Qian Meigui''s eyes blurred, it was Song Sheng!


    Qian Meigui heard comments and whispers fill the room. Behind her, two ladies spoke, "It''s Song Sheng! He is more handsome in person!" and another said, "And taller than I thought!" The ladies looked at him awe-struck. Qian Meigui sighed, an expected response about him. But what was he doing here?


    Song Sheng approached the stage with the aristocratic ambience of a feudal lord. He looked at the stage composed and expressionless, similar to how Song Ren always looked. "Good evening," he began with a deep, almost toneless voice.


    "I hope we can rejoice on this occasion, as they had for the last fifty years. I will like to express my gratitude for the opportunities that they gave me, and I hope that we will maintain this relationship for years to come, though, as I would like to announce that I will now be working for Song Entertainment. I hope that we can all collaborate on the years to come."


    Everyone went silent. Qian Meigui could only hear the sound of her heart hastening at a rapid speed. His words were a blow to their family. She did not dare to glance at the terrible faces of Mr. and Mrs. Song; it was a betrayal.


    Song Sheng returned the microphone to the opener and left the stage. Qian Meigui did not know what to do, feeling shocked and stunned. He was going to resign from Song Pharmaceuticals to join Song Entertainment, the very company that their uncle took from Song Rui.


    Whispers filled the room, and her parent''s remained composed, but their faces revealed disappointment. She then noticed Song Ren abruptly standing up, as she strode towards Song Sheng while he walked towards the exit.


    Song Sheng looked up at his sister, and his face met with a hard slap. Qian Meigui covered her mouth slightly from gaping. Song Sheng did not move or look at Song Ren.


    Song Ren looked at him with half-anger and half-pity as she straightened up and walked out of the exit before him, maintaining her elegant posture. Song Jun grabbed Song Ren''s unfinished wine glass and downed it.


    The night that was supposed to be a joyous evening became very awkward. The guests that were not part of the Song family had a great time after drinking glasses of wine, and they thought that Song Sheng''s announcement was entertaining.


    The Song Elders were pleased to know that a capable son of the Song family was joining the Entertainment company.


    But just what is he up to?

 Chapter 5：Song Sheng (2)

    Qian Meigui was no longer in the mood to celebrate, so she went to find Song Jinyi. Song Jinyi looked over at a balcony while resting on a marble pillar right behind the threshold. Qian Meigui approached and said, "Sorry to interrupt."


    "No need to be sorry," she responded quietly, her fingers fidgeting on the cupid''s bow of her lips.


    Qian Meigui felt that Jinyi was in deep thought, yet composed. She then asked her, "How are you feeling?"


    Song Jinyi sighed deeply. "I''m upset at our brother," she smiled grimly. "but I am also worried about our sister."


    Qian Meigui asked, "Why?" feeling puzzled.


    "Because of what Sheng did. It now makes her the heir of father''s pharmaceutical company. It''s also a betrayal. Who knows what our parents will do now to her and Sheng now? Our family may break up the same way as father and uncle," she said.


    Qian Meigui thought momentarily. She would not allow their family to grow apart. She lost one, and she would not lose another.


    "Isn''t that good for her?" she asked. Qian Meigui knew the fate of Song Sheng, but she did not dare to dwell on it. She only hoped that Song Ren would prosper from this change.


    Song Jinyi stared at the opened dark space turned to face her with narrowed eyes, "Perhaps," she said.


    After a moment of silence, Jinyi asked, "Do you know who the Su''s are?"


    Qian Meigui recalled who they were. They were the rivals of Song Corporation, and Song Ren hated their son, Su Feng. "Yes," Qian Meigui responded.


    "Mhm. Well, the Su family is influential over the pharmaceutical industry. If Ren becomes the next Cheif Executive Officer, our family will propose for her to marry Su Feng, and their engagement will be official. The battle between companies will end."


    Qian Meigui was taken aback. Indeed. If Song Ren does not become CEO, she could marry whomever she wanted. But as a CEO, she needed to make a diligent choice in matrimony.


    "How can dad force her to do something like that?"


    Song Jinyi looked at her thoughtfully. "No one is forcing her," she began, "If the Su''s or the Song''s propose the marriage, she will accept it willingly. She knows how important this collaboration is and would always pick the company over her feelings."


    "Why would she agree to such a thing?" she asked.


    Jinyi smiled. "Because it''s Ren. Despite Su Feng tormenting her in the past, she is willing to marry him even if she hates his guts." After a moment, she continued. "But don''t be upset. I think Su Feng matured. But Ren refuses to see it, as they use to compete for everything."


    Qian Meigui recalled those years to be messy. Although she was invisible, Song Ren was popular amongst her classmates, and Su Feng challenged her in grades, sports, and competitions. In their final year, Song Ren beat him by being class president, and Su Feng became vice president. But he tortured her because he let her do all the work.


    "Do you know where Song Ren could be?" she asked.


    Song Jinyi grabbed her wrist and gently and said, "Let''s go home and stuff our faces until we get cavities." Qian Meigui nodded and followed her.


    She was proud that despite her young age, Jinyi was rather mature and composed, a common trait of the Songs.


    Song Jinyi dragged her twin on the way as well, and the three of them went home. Qian Meigui wondered how Song Sheng was feeling. It had been two years since they had all seen them. And yet again, he left abruptly without acknowledging them.


    What happened? What had changed everything?


    She refused to mope over the fact that he was somewhere in the city, the same town she was in, and he had not visited. He did not even announce ahead that he was coming. But at least she knew he was staying.


    Perhaps because he betrayed their family, and their parents most of all, that he did not dare face them. But she desperately wished to see him, hoping he would confide in her the way she did with him all those years ago.


    Qian Meigui suppressed the thoughts and decided to head to her room to sleep. It was nearing 4 A.M, and the only reason they stayed in the banquet long enough, was because they were afraid of going home to face the wrath of Song Rui. Their parents were already sleeping when they arrived.

 Chapter 6：Proposal

    Song Ren sat in front of her desk at one of the pharmacies she manages. It was her favourite store, though she does not know, particularly why. She dismissed the overnight manager so she could take the night shift.


    What made Song Pharmaceuticals a successful company was that their pharmacies were opened day and night and encouraged walk-in''s providing affordable medicine for all patients.


    Song Ren was looking over essential documents related to the company, as she placed a palm over her head, unable to comprehend the news she received that night.


    Her palm was also sore. She had never hit someone hard before in her life, but she was glad it was her brother, as he would forgive her, eventually.


    In the past, she always thought her brother would be the next Chief Executive Officer, and she would be there to support him, not lead. She never thought of herself as a leader.


    Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when she heard a customer walk in, "Hello¡ªSu Feng?" she greeted and questioned.


    Su Feng changed from his eveningwear and wore something that screamed wealth. He wore a sandy coloured Brunello jacket over a black cashmere cardigan.


    He looked as dashing as the day she met him, but that was in physicality, as Song Ren finds him repulsive in every other way.


    "Why are you here?" she asked, irritated. She began to sort bottles of pills on the shelves neatly to keep busy.


    Su Feng scoffed a laugh, "I suppose coming to propose would not suffice as an answer?" he said.


    Song Ren paused to turn to him, laughing in ridicule. "And here I thought proposals were to be romantic, and yet you haven''t kneeled, nor do I see a ring, and we are in the middle of a pharmacy."


    Su Feng''s expression changed, "If I were to buy you a ring and kneel, will you accept?" He asked with a deep and smoky yet playful tone. He was testing her, toying with her as he did in the past.


    Song Ren felt like trembling, but she stopped herself from shaking. She recalled all the times he tormented her.


    Song Ren gave him a harlequin smile and said, "Su Feng, do me a favour, and fuck off." Song Ren returned to shelving the bottles of medicine. But Su Feng clenched his fist, seemingly hurt and irritated.


    "Xiao Ren, you will be mine whether you like it or not, I will make sure of that," he said with cool determination.


    "I don''t want to torment you anymore," he began, "but for the sake of both our companies and families, we must do this."


    Song Ren narrowed her golden-brown eyes and met his ice-blue eyes, "I don''t understand how you''re okay with an arranged marriage with me. I will only agree with my terms and conditions because I hate you."


    Su Feng looked at her thoughtfully, his face hard and taut, yet devastatingly handsome. "If it''s you, I''m willing," he said without restraint. Song Ren glanced at him with the glare of a hawk, questioning.


    Did she hear that, right?


    "Well, don''t suppose that I would swoon," she began mockingly. "In my view, marriage is a transaction, and I see that you have a similar perspective as well. As long as you''re okay with marrying for real business, I will accept any future proposals."


    Su Feng smiled, "I will marry anyone eligible indeed. But who said I would propose to you?"


    Song Ren gritted her teeth. This guy was trying to make a fool of her!


    She smiled and said, "You''re right ¡ª silly me. I suppose I, too, will agree to any marriage. Perhaps I''ll marry the son of Lu Honghui, the owner of several hospitals throughout the country. His son is around my age, looking for a potential wife. I wonder if he''ll agree."


    Su Feng clenched his fists tightly before gritting out, "You will marry me, and that''s final."


    He stormed out of the pharmacy, and Song Ren found herself smiling broadly. Song Ren smiled because she felt like she won, but she quickly frowned, shaking her head. How did she end up agreeing so quickly? Song Ren rubbed her temples.


    Su Feng was someone she heard of since they were children. He was the son of their family''s rival, and he enrolled in her school when they were older.


    They were fifteen when they met, and since then, they competed, and no one surpassed them as the top of the class. They never got along, and now they were to marry.


    Song Ren had always known she would marry for business, but she never imagined it would be Su Feng.

 Chapter 7：Heiress

    Qian Meigui woke up to the sound of visitors. She then changed into something simple from her nightwear and headed down the stairs.


    The housekeepers greeted her before entering the main room. The main room was grand with a high ceiling and chandelier hanging, and articulate furniture.


    "Good Morning Miss Song Mei."


    Qian Meigui asked Mrs. Li, "Who is here?"


    Mrs. Li appeared unsettled and informed her of which guests arrived. "It''s your grandmother; she''s here." Qian Meigui gaped in surprise.


    Qian Meigui overheard Song Ren speaking in a self-justified tone, and everything else was silent. She hesitated to walk in, but she knew she had to greet her family out of respect.


    Entering the room, she could see Song Rui sitting next to Mrs. Song on a custom-made couch imported from France. Grandmother Song sat on an armchair while holding her chestnut brown cane.


    Qian Meigui glanced over at Song Sheng, who wore a casual white long-sleeved buttoned shirt with black pants; and sat parallel of Song Rui And Mrs. Song, looking expressionless. Song Ren stood still in the head of the room.


    Song Ren stopped speaking when Qian Meigui walked in.


    Qian Meigui bowed her head lightly and greeted her parents and grandmother.


    Song Rui¡ª her adoptive father¡ª brows softened as Qian Mei walked in. He acknowledged her but did not say anything.


    It was Grandmother Song who spoke. "Mei, What do you think of Sheng joining my company?" She asked.


    Stunned, Qian Meigui did not know how to respond.


    "Mother, Mei has nothing to do with this. Do not scare the girl," said Mr. Song with a deep tone.


    Grandmother Song smiled. "I want to know what she thinks," she said to her son. Song Rui quieted, and she returned to Qian Meigui, "What do you think? Be truthful, girl."


    Qian Meigui looked nervous as she tried to compose herself. If she were Song Ren, she would have to be smart about her response.


    "I believe that if this is truly what Song Sheng wants, then I think he should pursue any career that deems fit. I also believe the Ren would take care of the Pharmaceutical company well, perhaps better than him."


    Initially, Grandmother Song looked sternly cold at her, but then she smiled with a hint of amusement. "Indeed," Grandmother Song said.


    Song Ren, who was standing, continued for her.


    "Song Mei is right. Furthermore, I believe I am capable of inheriting the pharmaceutical company. I know that my father had spent years investing in Sheng, but I can prove that I will be a great leader. I am also engaged to Su Feng."


    The Song''s all had raised their brows. Even Qian Meigui did not seem to notice. Inwardly, Qian Meigui was happy. She had always suspected something between them.


    "You''re engaged? You''re far too young." Song Rui asked disapprovingly.


    "Does it matter?" Song Ren argued. "I don''t love him; this is merely business. For the sake of the company."


    Song Rui tried to conceal a smirk from his face. Indeed, Song Ren was his daughter. He inwardly felt proud though he did not say anything.


    To Qian Meigui, his face was cold and domineering. And Song Ren met him with a similar composed expression. The two were indeed related down to the marrow of their bones.


    She continued, "Su Feng will only marry me if I inherit the company. He is already the heir of his own company. Together we would be invulnerable. Even you could not find Sheng a suitable match, as no woman can compare to your daughters."


    Qian Meigui had a feeling she was lying. Su Feng would probably marry Song Ren even if she were a commoner.


    Though Song Ren probably did not know how Su Feng felt about her. And Qian Meigui was not one to meddle in other people''s affairs.


    Song Rui appeared amused. He then said, "I have discussed the matters with your mother, and we decided that as long as you complete your studies in biomedical science and business, and marry Su Feng, the company will be yours. I am the CEO, so Ren can continue to focus on her studies."


    "As for Song Sheng, he will work with Song Li and his sons for the chairman."


    Qian Meigui knew that it was a blow to their father, working with their scheming uncle in the business. But with Ren as the heiress, she supposed it was inevitable. Ren was hardworking.


    Ren bowed her head, and said formally, "Thank you for your time."


    Out of all his children, Song Rui knew that Song Ren was his golden child though he did not like to compare his children since he loved each of them, including Song Mei.


    Song Ren had exceptional grades and excelled in nearly everything. Song Sheng was the same, but he gravitated towards the entertainment business.


    He waited for the moment his daughter would challenge him and fight for something she believed. He knew she would make the right choice.


    Song Rui then said, "Ren, take Mei with you." Qian Meigui left with her sister, leaving Song Sheng alone with him.

 Chapter 8：Alpha

    Song Ren left the room with Qian Meigui leaving Song Sheng alone with the Alpha.


    "Sheng," his father called him distantly, quietly. "You were rather quiet during this meeting."


    "Was I?" Song Sheng questioned sarcastically.


    "I know why you are doing this."


    Song Sheng narrowed his eyes, "Do you now?" he responded coldly.


    "Is it not the same reason why you left?" his father finished.


    Song Sheng scoffed coldly, "You misunderstand me, father; I left the company for two reasons."


    Remained sitting, he positioned himself to rest his elbows on his lap, leaning in. "I can''t bear to look at you for what you''ve done. You have something to do with Xiao Mei''s parents."


    "What do you know?" asked his father, his eyes cold and distant. The father aspect of him was gone, masked with the head of a company.


    "I am not entirely sure, but I have reason to believe you are responsible for their deaths. I think you covered it up and took Xiao Mei in because you hope to use her someday."


    "Then why are you hiding it?" he almost yelled though he did not dare afraid of anyone else hearing.


    Song Rui stared at his son with sheer coldness, as if he was disowning him with the weight of his fury.


    "I''ve covered it well to keep Mei safe. If you try to find any more information about her family, you do not only compromise the company; you also compromise her safety."


    Sheng considered it, his face not revealing any emotion. "Is Mei in danger?" He had to ask.


    Father Song shook his head. "No," he began, "because she''s within our family registry. Luckily Qian is a common name, so even if people were to find out she was adopted, they can''t track her towards her parents. They were people who kept a low profile, but I do not risk it at all."


    Song Sheng crossed his arms and questioned, "If her parents were low-profile, then why is finding information about their background almost impossible. I worked with computer scientists and hackers alike, yet neither of them was able to find anything about the details of their death. The autopsy reports claim that it was a car accident, which is true. But what about the damages to the car? It was taken to the yard immediately and crushed. Also, when they drove, they weren''t attending a celebration. They were fleeing. Why is that?" he asked.


    "There are some things that are best for you not to know," his father dismissed. Song Rui stood up and left the room without another word for him.


    Song Sheng remained seated on the luxurious sofa. It was different from the last one before he left home. It had been too long, and Song Sheng felt guilty for not greeting his family.


    As soon as he woke up this morning, he arrived only to attend this meeting. Song Ren would take his position, and she would do well for the company. Perhaps it was because that Su Feng guy had always known how to push her forward.


    He thought of leaving the house quietly when he left the room. But he was met with his siblings in the foyer of their home.


    "Where are you going?" asked Song Jinyi.


    "I am going to my apartment," he said coldly.


    Jinyi clenched her fingers on the hem of her skirt, and said, "You are not staying for the afternoon? You''re the worst!" she said before storming out. Song Jun was quiet and left with her. His face composed, but his eyes were furious.


    Qian Meigui was left rooted to the ground when she glanced up at him. Song Sheng was staring at her with iciness before he stormed out of the house.


    She could not understand why he was pushing everyone away. She knew that Song Sheng used to do things on his own, but she felt like he should not be treating them with the cold shoulder.


    Song Sheng strode away, heading towards the gate. Feeling a burst of courage, she ran after him.


    "Song Sheng!" she called him out. He paused abruptly before turning around. And with the bright light of the afternoon sun, she caught a better glance at his handsome features.


    While Song Ren was beautiful, Song Sheng was breathtakingly handsome. His almond-shaped golden-flecked eyes met hers, narrowed and focused. Strands of his black hair fell over his eyes. And she had to look away, even after many years of knowing him she could never face him directly.


    "What is it?" he asked.


    "Why are you leaving?" She demanded an answer.


    "I have to unpack and have some business to attend to after."


    "Why don''t you stay?" she asked, almost begged.


    After a moment of silence and staring at the ground, Qian Meigui felt a hand ruffling her hair. She glanced up at him, her heart warmed. He looked at her with a subtle smile. Song Sheng was rather cold and aloof, much like their father, but he was kind, gentle, and patient with those he cared about.


    Qian Meigui knew that if she were anyone else, that he would not even acknowledge her. But as his adoptive sister, he was not afraid to reveal his gentle side.


    "I''m sorry, Xiao Mei," he began, "Ren is angry with me, and I''ve disappointed the family."


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted, "No! That''s not true. Just stay and...and..." she was at a loss for words. He looked at her again with a smile as sweet as honey and said, "It''s better that they hate me; I hate myself."


    "But they don''t hate you. Please visit someday if not now."


    Song Sheng smiled again and gazed into her eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, unexpectedly. His gaze was so piercing that her brain forgot what she wanted to say to him next. His fingers remained behind her ear as the beat of her heart sped up.


    Song Sheng let go of her and tucked his hands away before saying. "I''ll call you, all right?" he said. Qian Meigui smiled, "All right."


    Qian Meigui watched the silhouette of his back as he walked past the gate. Her heart kept beating rapidly, and she did not understand why.

 Chapter 9：Library

    She went to the library at her school in the late evening. Fortunately, not many people study on school grounds after dark, but she enjoyed it. Song Ren was more productive during the late hours, and she got many things done.


    Engrossed, in her studies, Song Ren received a notification from WeChat. It was from her best friend, Zhang Wei. He asked her, "Have you eaten yet?"


    Song Ren did not notice she was hungry until he asked.


    "No." She sent back.


    "All right. Where are you? I''ll bring food."


    "I''m at my school library," Song Ren responded.


    "See you later."


    Song Ren closed the chat and proceeded with her studies. Zhang Wei was a friend she made during the final school year of secondary school, as he was also part of the student council. He was quieter and reserved, though he opened up when he grew more comfortable. He also helped her immeasurably throughout the school year when she was president.


    A half-hour later, Zhang Wei dropped a bag of take-out. She could see it was a container of rice, steamed vegetables, and deboned fish through the transparent container top.


    "Thank you; you are a godsend, Zhang Wei." Zhang Wei smiled as he took a seat in front of her.


    Song Ren took her container and wooden chopsticks and asked, "How''s your family?"


    "My mother is doing better. One of my brothers left the city, and I haven''t heard from him in months."


    Song Ren looked at him, puzzled. "Why are you telling me this now?" she asked.


    "I was hoping he would return since we did nothing wrong. But I knew it was over since he didn''t attend my eldest'' brother''s wedding."


    "What? He didn''t attend?" she asked, puzzled.


    "No. And I don''t know why."


    Zhang Wei looked trouble, but Song Ren knew that she could relate. Zhang Wei has six brothers and one sister. They all grew up rather poor, but Zhang Wei enrolled in school with a scholarship. And at lunch, he would starve, but Song Ren always provided him lunch years ago.


    "I''m sorry to hear," she began, "I know you''ve done the best you could to keep your family together. Give him some more time."


    Zhang Wei nodded, and the mood grew gloomy.


    "Sheng is back," she said.


    "Really?" he asked. His eyes sparkled as if to give him some hope about his brother.


    "Yes," she said.


    "You don''t look so happy," he observed and noted.


    "Sheng resigned from the company and decided to join my uncle''s. He betrayed my father," she responded.


    Zhang Wei''s eyebrows furrowed, "Wait," he began. "Does that not make you the heiress of the Song Pharmaceuticals?"


    "Indeed," she replied.


    He smiled, "that''s great!"


    Song Ren smiled back grimly. "I don''t know what he''s thinking, but I never imagined myself as the future CEO."


    Zhang Wei smiled again, "You did well as president before. I am almost certain you will do well again."


    Song Ren kicked him under the table, "Zhang Wei, you''re truly are a good friend."


    Zhang Wei smiled grimly. He was not particularly handsome, but he had always been there for her. And Zhang Wei wondered when he would delve the courage to confess the feelings he harboured for her all these years. Song Ren was exceptionality beautiful and intelligent; thus, he knew that he was not good enough for her.


    But knowing she was the next CEO, he hoped that she would consider love over duty towards the company. Suddenly he found the courage, but was interrupted when Song Ren said, "I''m engaged."

 Chapter 10：Engaged

    "I''m engaged," Song Ren said.


    "What?" Zhang Wei questioned. "Engaged as in to get married?"


    Song Ren nodded.


    "To who?" he asked. His heart was clenching deeply. Some part of him could not believe it. It was too abrupt.


    "I''m engaged to Su Feng," she casually said while eating some rice.


    Zhang Wei clenched his fists under the table. "Su Feng as in the son of the CEO of Sun Pharmaceuticals?" he asked.


    "Yes," she said.


    "Isn''t it the same guy that bullied you back in school?"


    Song Ren sighed deeply. "He did not necessarily bully me. He was just my greatest competitor, and we never got along."


    "Why are you marrying him?" he asked, had to know.


    "Because he''s also my father''s competitor and together we can combine resources, and we will double everything."


    Zhang Wei tried not to look upset, but he gritted his teeth and chewed out, "Song Ren, I did not think that you would settle for an arranged marriage."


    "What you mean?"


    "I mean that you are selling yourself short. Instead of marrying for love, you are marrying for money. I did not think you were so shallow and greedy."


    "If it''s any of your concern, I am doing this for my family. My father worked hard from nothing to build his business, and I will work hard to maintain it. With Su Feng, we will build an empire."


    She wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin and said, "I know that you are concerned about my happiness, but this will make me happy. Truly."


    "Keep convincing yourself that," he retorted. Zhang Wei could not believe it. After all these years, she would pick the boy who fooled around and tormented her instead of him or any other man. He felt like it was a sick joke. He stood up and said, "Well then, I wish you well," and he left the library.


    Song Ren looked well and composed on the outside, but in the inside, she felt terrible. All these years she had suspected Zhang Wei''s feelings for her. But Song Ren knew that she could never return them. She considered it, but it never ran deeply. And then she felt hopeless of ever falling in love. To her, an arranged marriage seemed better suited financially, and it would make her father proud. Perhaps she could be friends with Su Feng as they always should have been.


    She also believed that Zhang Wei deserved better, a woman who cherished him and was head over heels. She did not take any offence to his words; she knew he was heartbroken. But Song Ren had to tell him immediately to leave him no hope. Six years of friendship and she couldn''t let him go because they were still good friends and she hoped that after this, he would accept her marriage to Su Feng.


    Song Ren decided to pack up her things and drove back home. When she reached Song mansion, it was still early around 10 p.m. When she entered her home, Su Feng was in the kitchen wearing nightwear. Startled, Song Ren dropped her schoolbag. "You," she pointed. "What are you doing here?"


    Song Ren''s mother then came out and said, "my dear, you''re home." Song Ren felt like she was about to vomit. "Mother, why is Su Feng here?"


    It was Su Feng who spoke, "I came over to greet your family and to ask for your hand in marriage formally. I then told them about my stay in a hotel because my home is currently renovating. Your mother was kind enough to ask me to stay in the guest room."


    This guy was cheeky, Song Ren thought. Su Feng bided goodbye to both of them, and Song Ren said, "what are you thinking?"


    Her mother then said, "You two are engaged and were always at each other''s throats. He''ll be staying for a few days, and it''s about time you two get along. I want to have grandchildren, and your youth is your greatest asset."


    Song Ren''s lips parted lost for words. "Goodnight, dear," her mother said as she fled away to the master bedroom. Ren did not know what to think, but she went to sleep and had a restless night

 Chapter 11：When They Met

    The next morning Song Ren woke up feeling lightheaded. She stirred out of bed and walked towards the kitchen without dressing out of nightwear. Each member of the Song Family preferred cooking over letting any of the helpers do it.


    Her mother and father had left the country early in the morning again to who knows where. They traveled often since Song Jinyi and Song Jun turned eighteen. She thought that this is what older couples tend to do after all of their children have grown.


    Song Ren cooked some eggs, mushrooms, vegetables, and brewed some black coffee. She cooked several dishes out of habit for her siblings when their parent''s left the country.


    After placing all the dishes on the kitchen island, Song Ren drank out of her coffee mug while looking out at the green yard through the window. She did not expect someone to sneak up behind her.


    Song Ren dropped her coffee mug and the glass shattered as Su Feng startled her. Alarmed, Su Feng immediately went to grab the broom and dustpan.


    He began to wipe up the glass shards and grabbed a rag to wipe up the coffee spill. Su Feng did not seem to notice one of the shards and it pierced across the tip of his finger. Instinctively, Song Ren reached out as soon as she saw blood. She grabbed his hand and tended to his wound.


    She ran his finger through water to remove the blood. She let go and went the compartment reaching for a bandage. She cut a piece and tied it around his finger and secured it with a pin. "It wasn''t deep but I wouldn''t risk getting your wound dirty," she said.


    While Song Ren was tending to him, she never looked at him once. But when she realized he did not say a word, she finally glanced at him. His gaze was scalding.


    She wondered why he stared at her so intensely. After recognizing the little gap between them, she did not realize how close their bodies were. His golden hair appeared to be wet from his shower and it fell across his face beautifully. She took a step back, extending the gap between them.


    After a moment of silence, Song Ren awkwardly asked, "Would you like to eat something?"


    Su Feng recalled a time in senior high school when he first met Song Ren. He spent his middle school years hearing about the eldest daughter of the Song family. Su Feng was someone who fooled around with other kids, skipping school, and spending money recklessly. He was naturally good at tests but he still performed poorly due to his lack of class attendance.


    His parents always compared him to her. The heiress was a good girl who did well in school. He couldn''t believe it. Most of the rich girls he knew were spoiled and arrogant. In Senior high school, he transferred to her school in order to meet the smart and elite daughter of his father''s rival.


    When he attended, he could not join the same class as Song Ren because of their differences in grades, and he had no inclination of what she looked like. The girl kept a low profile.


    It was around the mid-autumn festival when he first heard her name. Su Feng purchased a hazelnut milk tea with a group of friends before he heard a girl call out, "Song Ren!"


    He saw her back and followed through the crowd but it was large and the gaps were too narrow. He left his friends who called out his name but he did not listen.


    He kept walking through the gaps but lost her.


    He noticed some students selling mooncakes when he asked for a sweet bean pastry. A group of girls from his school approached him. Although he did not court anyone, he did enjoy the attention from girls.


    He then caught a glimpse of a young woman behind the girls who flirted with him. He could not understand why but when he saw her, he could not tear his eyes away.


    She was a dark-haired beauty with waist-length black hair that swept behind her shoulders. She walked straight and confidently and he composed himself believing she was walking towards him. When she approached the stand, she asked for a sweet bean pastry to the employees.


    Su Feng glanced at her but she did not spare one in return. Some of the girls tried speaking to him, but he desperately wanted to ignore them. Politely, he collected his sweet bean pastry when he heard someone say, "Xiao Ren, which flavour are you getting." Su Feng stilled.


    "Sweet bean," she said gently with a small smile.


    The crowd was large, and because he rarely attended school events more approached him. He tried to squeeze through before Song Ren left, but one of the girls grabbed him when he crashed into someone and the drink spilled on her.


    Song Ren was covered in milk tea, her hair matted to her shirt. She glanced at her uniform and the ground. She picked up her sweet bean pastry and pouted. She then asked the student for a new one and exchanged it.


    Song Ren then ate the pastry in two bites and walked away nonchalantly. Su Feng wanted to laugh but he did not dare. The girl was more upset about her fallen pastry than the mess of her uniform.


    Su Feng stood rooted to the ground when she left. He felt utterly foolish. He did not expect himself to look so uncool, but more importantly he did not expect her to be so pretty. She barely acknowledged him which surprised him even more, but he knew that he wanted to get to know her.


    And now, six years later, he still can''t tear his eyes away from her. But it was still the same as the before, the distance between them was still large.

 Chapter 12：Dashing

    Song Jinyi and Song Jun appeared in the kitchen with their unruly bed hair. Qian Meigui followed shortly after.


    Song Jinyi rubbed her eyes until she noticed a handsome man sitting on one the seats by the kitchen island. She almost yelped.


    "Su Feng?" she called.


    Su Feng shot her a dashing grin and Song Ren rolled her eyes at the sight. She handed Su Feng his plate and everyone else took their own plates and served themselves. He looked around for the servants and found none.


    He knew Song Ren was courteous but he did not imagine that their were few who worked in their house. But then again, he remembered that CEO Song Rui was a low-profile man who valued the privacy of his family.


    Su Feng began eating while Song Ren sat parallel of him. He occasionally glanced at her but she remained calm and casual.


    "So, what are you doing here brother Feng?" he heard Jinyi ask.


    "My house is undergoing renovations and your mother kindly invited me to stay."


    "Doesn''t your house have a dozen rooms? You can''t sleep on the wing where they are not doing renovations?"


    Qian Meigui suppressed a laugh and Song Jun kicked her under the table. "What?" Jinyi questioned her twin irritatingly. "It''s clear that he''s here for Ren," she said with a broad smile while holding a cup of tea.


    Su Feng glanced at Song Ren awkwardly who was watching him. He cleared his throat. "They are using toxins for the reconstruction and the fumes give me a headache. It''s dispersed throughout the house," he said with a polite smile.


    "All right," Song Jinyi said smiling, and she glanced at him as if they shared a secret. He quickly looked at Ren who continued her meal uninterested.


    "I''m planning to go to work after breakfast. I was hoping Ren would attend with me."


    "No, thank you," Song Ren answered quickly.


    "Awh, why not?" Jinyi whined for him. "You''re the future lady boss of his company."


    Song Ren lowered her fork and said, "And you forget that I am the lady boss of my own company," she said with a grin. "Since it''s the weekend, I have to visit the main office since I spent the week studying."


    "All right," Su Feng began. "How about I drop you off and pick you up from the office?"


    Song Ren gripped her fork hard. "That''s all right, I can drive myself."


    "But Song Pharmaceuticals is on the way to Sun Group; I''m sure we can help the environment by carpooling."


    "My car is electric," she said, ending the conversation.


    Su Feng could never win with her in an argument and it had been like that since they met.


    "What time will you be home tonight?" he asked.


    "Does it matter?"


    "6 in the evening. That''s usually the time she''s home during the weekend." Jinyi said in her stead, refusing to feel the second-hand embarrassment. She scolded Song Ren in her heart. How could her eldest sister be so cold?


    Su Feng smiled, "I''ll see you then." He rose and headed towards the guest room. Song Ren sighed deeply. "Why do you treat him like that? he''s trying to be your friend." Jinyi knew that Su Feng''s feeling are beyond friendship, but she knew Song Ren would never accept the possibility.


    Song Ren kept quiet. Jinyi was right. She thought that she could settle for any man but she realized that with Su Feng, they shared a lot of history. She was willing to settle things with him but she had to set boundaries and work on their friendship.

 Chapter 13：Latte

    Qian Meigui had extra time on her hands, so she decided to walk to an old book store. She admired the photographs and portraits that hung on the walls. The store was full of antiques but classic pieces of furniture. It was her favourite place. She sat on a rustic sofa and picked up a fantasy novel.


    After an hour of reading, she was interrupted when she received a phone call from an unknown number. She quickly answered, anticipating who it may be.


    "Hello."


    "Xiao Mei," a deep voice said. A voice that she knew well.


    "Sheng," she called out.


    "Where are you?" he asked.


    "At the book store a couple of streets from home."


    "All right. I will pick you up in 20 minutes," he said.


    "What are we going to do?" she asked.


    "Eat," he said.


    "All right, see you in a bit." Qian Meigui hung up the call.


    Qian Meigui purchased the book, and she waited for Song Sheng outside the store. He came within fifteen rather than twenty. A black Mercedes-Maybach pulled up, and she opened the door to go in. Song Sheng wore a pair of black sunglasses and drove away as soon as she entered.


    "Where are we going?" Qian Meigui asked.


    Song Sheng was always once to be reserved and stoic, but the distance between them grew because of the distance from the last two years, and she was afraid that it wasn''t going to mend. She wanted to know everything about the places he''d gone and things he''d seen.


    "We are going to Ladders and Latte," he said.


    They exited the car when they arrived, and Qian Meigui was able to get a better look at him. He wore a sand-coloured sweater over a white-collared shirt and casual navy-blue pants. He removed his black sunglasses and her eyes connected with his golden-brown eyes.


    Qian Meigui quickly looked away, and they walked into the caf¨¦. The employees immediately recognized them. They bowed their heads and said, "Young Master; Young Mistress."


    One of the employees sent them to their usual private booth. It was bigger than she remembered empty.


    They both sat down, and Song Sheng requested for a game of Draughts, despite knowing she was not good at the game, but he liked to make things difficult for her as a joke.


    Qian Meigui ordered a green-tea latte whereas Song Sheng ordered a plain black coffee. He poured some milk and some sugar, and he drank it elegantly. He barely spoke a word to her in the car and even now.


    After a moment of silence,


    "Xiao Mei," he called. Qian Meigui looked at him. His black hair was slightly tousled, and his jaw was hard and sharp.


    "Yes?" she answered.


    "How have you been?" he asked, tonelessly.


    Qian Meigui was surprised. She clenched her fingers together and said, "as good as it can be."


    "that''s good to hear," he responded gravely.


    Song Sheng proceeded to set the pieces for Draughts. Impatiently, she asked, "why did you call me out here?"


    He took a deep breathe, "to catch up," he said.


    "Is this your way of catching up?"


    Song Sheng glanced at her, a bit of surprise flashed across his eyes, wide and astonished. It was rare that she would speak up for herself, but she spent so much time with Song Ren; it practically embedded in her mind.


    "You barely kept in contact for the last two years and now that you''ve returned, you act as if it meant nothing to you."


    She continued, "I mean, you came back and won''t even visit."


    "I told you¡ª" he began.


    "Song Ren does not hate you. And neither do the others," she spoke confidently.


    Song Sheng frowned. "Jinyi and Jun miss you terribly, and you will miss out unless you straighten up," she said breathlessly, choked up from her words and emotions.


    Qian Meigui felt like crying but she held back her hot tears. "Otherwise, you will lose me; you will lose everyone," she claimed.


    Even after holding back, some of her salty tears escaped. Qian Meigui did not notice Song Sheng rising to sit next to her. He hesitated, but he pulled her into a tight embrace. He used soothing words to calm her down, but she cried relentlessly.


    "I''m sorry," he began. His heart ached. "I''ll visit; I''ll come home more often," he said, promised.


    Qian Meigui valued family and did not want them to grow apart. She had lost one and would not lose another.


    After she calmed down, Song Sheng used his thumb to wipe her tears away. He continued to use soothing words that would reassure her.


    "Don''t leave like that again," she said.


    "I won''t," he assured her with a soothing voice. Their faces were close together. She almost got lost from his magnetic touch. But she quickly looked away once their breathing deepened.


    They decided to end the night early so Song Sheng dropped off her off home. He told her that he would visit them tomorrow morning since it was already late in the evening.


    Song Sheng drove to a dark and simple apartment. He did not have much furniture because he lived alone. Song Sheng walked towards the balcony and took a drag from his new pack of cigarettes. It had been two years, and he had to see her again.


    When he left the country, he hoped that he would forget about the things he felt towards her.


    Song Sheng took more drags of smoke. He felt like something was wrong with him. Qian Meigui had grown to be more dignified and independent. She also was more beautiful, but he did not like to think about it.


    Song Sheng blew the smoke into the fresh air and wondered what the hell he was doing.

 Chapter 14：Sweet Red Bean Pastry

    Song Ren arrived home at night due to the pile of work that accumulated over the week, and partly it was because she wanted to avoid Su Feng.


    When she walked into the house, she headed to the kitchen with a hungry stomach. She paused at the threshold when she caught a glimpse of the blond-haired familiar man.


    Song Jinyi was folding puff pastry sheets while Su Feng wore an apron. He was placing paste within the sheets before handing them to Jinyi. A smile bloomed on Song Ren''s face, at the sight of them.


    She knew that Su Feng never made anything before in his spoiled life and wondered what had gotten into him.


    She walked into the kitchen unannounced, and she startled them.


    "You''re finally back," Song Jinyi said with a gasp.


    Song Ren glanced at Su Feng and said, "I''ve been held up at work, but I''ve finished all my work."


    She looked at the counter and noticed the paste they made to go with the puff pastry sheets.


    "Sweet red bean pastry," she quietly said, barely a whisper.


    Song Ren swallowed hard. She remembered that day vividly at the mid-autumn festival. She made out the figure a young handsome blond man crowded by girls, including her friends.


    Song Ren remembered that she was going to buy pastries when she suddenly caught sight of him. It was Su Feng, the boy she had seen pictures of from front covers and the media. He was also the heir to her father''s rival.


    Song Ren remembered approaching him swiftly and could not deny the reason why he was attracting those girls like bees with pollen. However, she could not help but scoff. Those girls were the same ones that bothered her about her older brother, Song Sheng.


    She approached the stand with her head held high asking for a Sweet Bean Pastry. She felt Su Feng''s incessant stare, but she did not dare to return it. She knew that acknowledging the boy would be dangerous for her heart.


    She had seen many pictures of him and did not care because he was a proud heir of the largest pharmaceutical industry.


    His family was considered to be old money, whereas hers is considered to be new money. That is why the Su family is powerful and wealthy, but she knew her father was their most significant competitor.


    Song Ren also knew that he did not know who she was, but when her friend called out her name, she stilled, and the man next to her seemed to freeze. Song Ren then collected her Sweet bean pastry quickly and walked away when Su Feng spilled his drink on her. She knew it was not on purpose, but she felt humiliated above measure.


    Song Ren then picked up the pastry and asked for a new one. When she walked away, she pretended to look unaffected. She could not believe that she embarrassed herself in front of him.


    But since then nothing much has changed. Song Ren''s heart always felt complicated around him. Were they friends or enemies? She still didn''t know, but what she knew now was that he changed his childish ways, perhaps she should too.


    Song Jinyi placed a tray of Sweet Red Bean pastries in the oven and said, "I''ll be going to my room, it''s running late," excusing herself. "Brother Feng, you''re in charge of taking it out of the oven," her last words were.


    When Jinyi left, Su Feng cleared his throat, "There were some that we made earlier, would you like some?" his words filled the awkward space between them.


    He asked her gently, which took Ren by surprise. In their earlier years, he wasn''t the slightest bit gentle. They bickered and argued often.


    "I''ll have some," she said.


    Su Feng had a look of surprise flash across his eyes, but he composed himself quickly. She sat down on the stool and took a few pastries. She devoured each piece because of how hungry she was.


    When Song Ren glanced at him, he was wearing a sly grin.


    "Nothing," he said, keeping his thoughts to himself.


    "Are they any good?" he asked.


    While Song Ren continued to chew her food, she said, "Tasty." At that, Su Feng smiled. His smile entranced her on the spot; it was soft and genuine of him, a side of him she never witnessed before.


    "You''ve changed," she said.


    Su Feng frowned, "how so?" he asked.


    "For the past week, you haven''t insulted me or said something remotely snarky. Why are you nice to me?" Song Ren questioned.


    Su Feng''s heart sped up. In all honesty, he was not sure himself. He always knew she was beautiful, but he also hated her.


    "Don''t be over your head," he began, "You are going to be my wife, so why can''t we learn to tolerate each other? "


    Song Ren had a feeling. It was because they were going to get married that he was kind to her. They have not announced their engagement nor planned date for their wedding. She could back out at any moment, and so could he, but they both equally knew how vital their union was towards their families.


    "Fine," she said. "I can learn to tolerate you."


    "Good," he responded with a smile.


    "Do you have work tomorrow?" he asked.


    "No," she said and paused. Shoot. She forgot to lie.


    "Perfect. Then you can accompany me at work," Su Feng said with a broad grin.


    Song Ren sighed deeply, "Fine." She felt defeated, but eventually, she had to visit his company. Although they were engaged, she was still surprised that he wanted to bring her there.

 Chapter 15：Doting

    After they decided to see each other tomorrow, Su Feng removed the tray of pastries from the oven and wrapped them together. Song Jun strode down the stairs with an annoyed Jinyi.


    At the same time, Qian Meigui had walked in from her day of errands. Song Ren knew that she went to visit the old book store, but she wondered where her sister went for the rest of the day.


    "Ah, perfect," Song Jun said, "Xiao Mei, we''re all going to watch a movie."


    "All right," responded Qian Meigui.


    "Su Feng and Ren, join us."


    Su Feng agreed immediately, but Song Ren hesitated. Even though it was a long day, she never missed an opportunity to spend time with family.


    The twins sat on the floor in front of the television to get a better view. Qian Meigui sat on one end of the sofa directed to the t.v while Song Ren sat next to her and Su Feng joined them on the other end. Together they watched a dystopian film as Song Jun was always a fan of science-fiction type movies about futures that could happen.


    Halfway throughout the movie, Song Ren felt sleepy, as she worked all day and keeping her eyes opened required effort. Slowly, her head felt heavy, and she drifted into a slumber.


    She made an excellent first impression when they met, but she always acted cold, aloof, and arrogant around him, which is why he conjured ways to torment her.


    Now, she lowered her guard, which is a rare sight to witness. He shared the same values as her; their marriage would solely be a transaction. In some ways, he admired her for it. He knew that he wanted a woman that cared about the business as much as him, but now something felt different. He felt like doting on her.


    When the movie was over, Song Jinyi and Song Jun went to bed immediately. Qian Meigui rose and said, "Can you take Song Ren to bed?"


    "What?" Su Feng questioned, puzzled.


    "Well, I can''t carry her. She''s heavy."


    "I don''t even know where her room is," he responded.


    " It''s the second floor, down the hall, last room on the right."


    Su, Feng nodded. Qian Meigui smiled, and they bid goodnight.


    Su Feng was afraid of waking Ren, so he kept still even after the television turned off, even after the hall lights dimmed and the only thing that emitted light were the rays of the moon from the floor-to-ceiling windows.


    He glanced at her once more and at the moment, she shifted. Su Feng thought she woke up but instead, she buried herself in his arm. Therefore he lifted it to give her more space. But she ended up nudging him into a half-embrace.


    Su Feng held her and breathed in her scent. Her body smelled very sweet, like oranges and roses, and her hair smelled like apples. He could not help but wondered if their married life was going to contain more moments like this. But he shut out the thought, afraid of his pale feelings shifting.


    Su Feng shifted and rose from their position. He picked her up gently and carried her in his arms. He walked up to the stairs, down the hall, and found her room.


    The walls of her room filled with textbooks about biology, forensics, anatomy and medicine, it showed how hard she studied. Her walls also had pictures of her teenage years.


    He approached her queen-sized bed and laid her down gently. He realized that she was still wearing her business clothing, but he could not do anything about it. So he covered her with a blanket when she curled up comfortably. He noticed the satisfied expression, and he loosed a silent breath in relief.


    Su Feng wanted to return to his room, but something rooted him to the ground. He glanced at her once more, and her long black hair framed her beautifully.


    When they both graduated, they rarely had opportunities to see each other. Occasionally they did, but when he heard that Song Ren was the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, he knew his father would propose them to marry.


    If Song Sheng were the successor, both companies would remain rivals; then Song Ren would never belong to him. He gritted his teeth in frustration at the thought, but he gazed at the girl in front of him and calmed down.


    Su Feng never understood the concept of love or being devoted to one person. But when he gazed at the girl in front of him, he felt unsettled.


    Su Feng wondered why she stirred so much excitement whenever he saw or encountered her. He liked it when she spoke back to him; he liked it when she made those faces of annoyance at him. And yet, why did it feel as if he was bewitched?


    He realized now that he was in love with her.

 Chapter 16：Encounter

    Realizing what he felt for Song Ren, Su Feng felt at a loss for words.


    He was in love with her...


    Su Feng stumbled, startled by his thoughts. He quickly left the room. Gently, Su Feng closed the door behind him, hoping that he was not too noisy. He approached the guest room, climbing onto the bed, and shut his eyes. His mind is circling thoughts of his past.


    Meanwhile, Song Ren felt as if her heart was about to burst. She woke as soon as she felt him lift her, but Song Ren did not want him to know that, so she pretended to sleep. But after he settled her into the bed, Song Ren wondered why he stayed for a long moment after. She had to still her breathing and close her eyes to convince him that she was asleep.


    Song Ren stirred to the other side and tried to shut him out of her head for the rest of the night.


    ---


    The next morning, Qian Meigui woke up feeling restless. She stayed up reflecting about the conversation she had with Song Sheng the evening before and she felt heavy.


    She shifted out of bed and placed on casual clothing before descending the stairs.


    Qian Meigui''s steps halted when she caught sight of the tall silhouette of her brother, "Song Sheng," she breathed quietly.


    He wore a suit with a long sand-coloured trench coat. His dark hair tousled to one side.


    She took slow steps and saw him speaking to Song Jun in a hushed whisper. From her view, she could not hear what they were saying, but she witnessed Song Sheng ruffling his brother''s hair as they stepped into the main living room.


    Qian Meigui fully descended the stairs and approached the pair of brothers. She then gently said, "Hello," to both of them.


    Song Sheng''s expression was neutral; she could not tell what he wanted or what he was thinking. He nodded politely without saying another word.


    Qian Meigui sat on an ivory leather chair close to the two of them when Song Ren walked in with Su Feng.


    Song Ren appeared to be shocked. She had not seen her brother since they settled her inheritance and responsibilities, and she did not expect to see him today. Song Ren had always admired Song Sheng since she was a child, so when he disinherited himself, she felt enraged; how could he give up? However, now, she was not entirely sure how she felt.


    When she attended work yesterday, the employees treated her differently. They''ve always treated her with respect, but the difference was that they listened to her orders more attentively, and they catered to what she wanted. Of course, Song Ren addressed them, saying that she did not need extra special treatment and to treat her as they always had.


    Also, her father promoted her to gradually ease her in as the future CEO of the company, which made her feel more accomplished. She now entirely takes care of the business while her father travels.


    Song Ren sat on a couch, opposite of Song Sheng and Song Jun. Su Feng joined next to her, but he barely uttered to her since he woke.


    Regardless, she looked towards her older brother, the boy she admired, the man who could have been her twin if their age gap wasn''t five years. What did he want?


    Song Ren waited. She was not going to say anything first despite the awkward tension. Su Feng shifted, leaning forward, settling his forearms on his thigs, eyes on Song Sheng like an eagle. At that moment, Su Feng appeared to be protective of her. Song Ren wondered what overcame him, but she supposed it was because he felt that backing his future wife, even though their relationship was complicated.


    Song Sheng''s face was reserved and composed, unwavering. He knew and disliked Su Feng; because he was the man who teased his younger sister endlessly during their teenage years.


    Song Sheng looked away and glanced at Song Ren. He approached her swiftly, ignoring Su Feng''s glare and said to her, "I''m sorry."


    The tension was high, and to Qian Meigui, Song Ren''s expression seemed to be unforgiving. But in her mind, she begged them to mend the tear in their relationship.


    "Why did you do it?" Song Ren asked, her voice cold and smoky.


    Song Sheng desperately wanted to tell her, but he was not ready to reveal why. He would rather ruin himself to protect the family. He would gladly ruin his reputation, his job, and anything in between to protect his four younger siblings. He understood that burden long before he disappeared and left the country. And yet, he could not tell her.


    "I wanted to pursue a different career," a half-truth he told.


    Song Ren held her arms together under her chest, and if Qian Meigui did not personally know her, she would have felt frightened.


    After a moment of reservation, Song Ren smiled. "You were always the serious one, Sheng. Of course, I forgive you, after all, I am now the new lady boss," she winked at him.


    Song Sheng smiled. He stood up and ruffled her hair when Song Ren''s expression changed and swatted his hand away. Qian Meigui smiled at their interaction and was blissfully happy.


    Something that only Qian Meigui noticed was the way Su Feng gazed at her deeply and the fact that Song Ren didn''t realize, she frowned.


    After a moment, Song Sheng gazed over at Su Feng and asked, "why the fuck is this guy here?" Qian Meigui felt like laughing, but she held herself back. Song Ren smiled, finding it amusing.


    "He''s my fianc¨¦," she casually said. To Ren, it was a casual statement, but to Su Feng, it stirred some part of him he tried so hard to contain.


    Song Sheng raised a brow and said, "this small fry is your fianc¨¦?" He pointed at Su Feng. "I expected you would have reached for someone more to your liking," he said.


    Song Ren smirked, "Speak for yourself, you''ve never had a girlfriend, and yet you''re judging me on my choice. May I remind you that Su Feng is the future heir of Sun Group, and therefore he outranks me and you both. But no need to worry, brother, for I will make sure he never steps over me."


    At that, everyone heard a howl coming from outside the living room. It was Jinyi who laughed so hard; she held her stomach. "Oh, Sheng, Song Ren slapped you with her words," she said.


    Song Sheng chuckled, "Good." In this world, women were under-appreciated, and he needed the reassurance that Song Ren was capable of taking care of herself.


    Meanwhile, Su Feng felt taken aback. Was he a small fry? Although Su Feng was shorter than him, he was right at six feet tall. He was at a loss for words.


    Song Ren turned to him, smiling broadly. Her beautiful hair framed her, and her eyes squinted into crescent moons. She grabbed his forearm with a reassuring touch, as to tell him not to take any offence. And then suddenly, he no longer felt offended.


    Song Ren decided to rise, and Su Feng immediately followed. She knew something was wrong with this fellow but could not put her finger on it. They both went to their respective rooms to get ready for their day at Sun Group.


    Song Jinyi dragged Song Jun to their musical practice, and they left Song Sheng and Qian Meigui alone.

 Chapter 17：Forgiveness

    Qian Meigui felt that her relationship with Song Sheng was beyond repair, but she was glad that Song Ren forgave him. It was what their family needed.


    Song Sheng stood and glanced at her, "I''ll be leaving now," he said.


    "What are you doing today?" she asked.


    "I''m going back to the apartment to unpack what arrived today from England."


    Indeed, she remembered he went to England to exchange some business. But she did not know that he stayed there for some time as he travelled from country to country across Europe.


    "Do you need any help?" she asked.


    "No, it''s all right," he declined.


    "I have nothing to do today," she insisted.


    Song Sheng exhaled deeply, "All right," he said, feeling defeated. Qian Meigui smiled to herself and followed him out of the door. They headed towards the gate, and she hopped into his Maybach.


    Song Sheng turned on the radio with some light music playing, and they drove silently towards his apartment complex. When they arrived, it was a towering building with transparent windows and balconies.


    Qian Meigui followed him into the building where they met with security. The security let them pass when he presented his residence card. The receptionist greeted him by name, "Young Master Sheng."


    He informed security that Qian Meigui was his guest as visitors were typically not allowed to go in without the company of a resident.


    Many wealthy, high profiled people and influencers lived in the same complex. Qian Meigui stepped into the elevator next to him when he scanned his card and pressed the button to the last floor.


    When Qian Meigui and Song Sheng stepped out of the elevator, she glanced around the massive opened space, expecting to see halls for rooms, but the entire floor was his. She was accustomed to viewing grand houses, but to own an entire floor of an apartment complex was something she''d never seen before.


    It had two levels, a bar, a kitchen and several rooms on both levels ¡ª most of the complex filled with unpackaged boxes around a few pieces of expensive furniture.


    Qian Meigui was not sure how Song Sheng had owned so many things.


    Song Sheng noticed her reaction and said, "Most of my stuff came from my old apartment, while other things came from England. I have not been around much to do some unpacking."


    With everything that clouded his mind, Song Sheng kept busy with work. For days he contemplated leaving the country again, but when he saw Qian Meigui cry, he decided that he should stay. And when Song Ren forgave him, he felt that things were beginning to get better.


    He has a new apartment, a new job, and his relationship with his family was steady, but some part of him still felt unsettled and doubted whether he made the right choice.


    "Where can I put my purse and jacket?" she asked.


    "I''ll hang it for you," he said.


    Song Sheng reached out and grabbed her things to place them in the closest by the elevator door.


    After he hung her things, he saw her sit down on his Italian leather couch, and she gathered her hair, revealing the white nape of her neck, tying all of her strands into a ponytail.


    She began to pick up boxes and organize them. "What are you doing?" Song Sheng asked. "I''m moving them around and placing them where they belong," she responded.


    Qian Meigui picked up a box labelled, "Kitchen," and headed towards the kitchen where she gently left it. "Once we put these boxes away, we can open and organize them into the appropriate space," she said with a smile.


    Song Sheng went to his bedroom on the second floor to change into casual clothing. He walked down the staircase, and Qian Meigui almost stumbled when she saw him.


    She tightened the grip of the box she lifted and stole glances at Song Sheng who wore a tight long-sleeved black shirt and grey sweatpants.


    She averted her gaze, trying to calm the pounding in her chest. What was this? She shook the thoughts from her head and continued to unpackage the items.


    ---


    "Can you remind me why you look like that?" he asked.


    "I don''t want anyone to recognize me," she responded.


    "No one even knows what you look like," he began, "there are pictures of you on the internet, but they''re from your teenage years."


    "How do you know that? Did you search for me?" she questioned.


    Su Feng panicked and said, "It''s my job to make sure your privacy is secured; we are going to be married someday."


    Song Ren narrowed her eyes as if to question him. At first, Su Feng that she did not believe him, but instead, she caught up to his pace.


    Although her family often kept a low profile, some people could recognize her from auctions, parties, and events that she attended. And their engagement was not officially announced yet. Therefore, she can''t risk anyone knowing who she was.


    Xia Lanfen¡ªSu Feng''s secretary¡ªwas shocked to see her boss bring a woman to his office. From what she gathered, the woman appeared to be high-profile as she wore the latest Burberry spring collection. She wore a white tight-fitted dress and a check-patterned long coat. Her long black hair swayed behind her like a banner, but she hid her face well.


    It was unlikely for Su Feng to bring a woman to his private workspace. Xia Lanfen leaned in, trying to peer in, and find out who she was.

 Chapter 18：Secret

    Su Feng took Song Ren to his private office.


    His office space had piles of documents on top of his desk and simple furniture throughout the room. It was simplistic, the same way hers was.


    When they arrived, she asked, "So what is it that you wanted to show me?"


    Su Feng grinned and approached a large painting in his office. He turned the canvas over, where a door hid behind. He entered a security code with a finger-print scan and facial recognition.


    He turned to face her with a gentle expression, and he waved his fingers, directing her to come over. She hesitated at first, but she wanted to take the chance.


    Song Ren walked ahead of Su Feng inside. The lab filled with the latest biotechnology and tools. She saw documents full of sketches, proposals, formulas, and outlines for his projects. The materials were top secret information, and she glanced at him eye-wide.


    "Why did you bring me here?" she questioned, "This is your private office? I know because I have one too. You shouldn''t bring anyone here."


    Su Feng glanced around the room and nodded, "Perhaps. But I don''t bring just anyone in here. I don''t bring anyone here at all."


    Song Ren narrowed her eyes. "Then why me?" she asked.


    Su Feng''s face became serious, "You''re the future lady boss of this company, and I want you to know that what''s mine is yours."


    "But we aren''t even married yet," she said, puzzled.


    "Indeed, but as I said, what''s mine is yours, and I want to prove that to you before you marry me."


    He paused to say, "We will combine our resources, and together, our businesses will be an empire. No other companies can outrank our discoveries in medicine. Together, we will save lives, we will help people, and our values and integrity will remain sturdy," Su Feng finished.


    It took a moment for Su Feng''s words to register in her mind. Song Ren always valued morals and helping people, and to see that he too shared the same values; she could not help but smile.


    Never in the last six years would she expect Su Feng to be the partner of her dreams. He had shared the same beliefs and commitment towards their work and craft. His handsome features were a bonus but she realized that they indeed made a great pairing.


    "Thank you for bringing me here," she said genuinely, "This is all spectacular and detailed work."


    Su Feng smiles briefly. He had issues with bringing anyone to his private space. It was a place he spent restless nights in, conducting ideas and executing them. Not even any of his top employees entered. He only provided his colleagues with copies of his documents once it crafted to perfection. But he had to show her¡ªprove to her that he was serious about their engagement.


    Song Ren gazed around the room, impressed by his work. Her heart could not help but feel warm. The revelation of his lab was a statement¡ªhe trusted her. He trusted her enough to bring her into a top-secret laboratory that she could jeopardize if she were to expose it. But she wouldn''t. It seems that she found someone else she needed to protect other than her family.


    ---


    They spent the entire day unpacking Song Sheng''s things and putting them away. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng took several breaks in between, eating meals, sharing casual conversations, and resting.


    Qian Meigui rested her body on the couch. She did not expect it to be so comfortable that it felt like a mattress. She closed her eyes and slowly, she fell asleep.


    Song Sheng had just put the last of his things away in his bedroom when he went to check on Qian Meigui.


    It was already late, so he wasn''t surprised to see her resting. But he did not expect her to be breathing so deeply.


    He racked his brain on what he should do. He tried to wake her by shaking her shoulders, but instead, she swatted his hand away and turned over into a more comfortable position.


    Song Sheng chuckled to himself, and he ran a hand through his dark strands.


    Qian Meigui had a very gentle expression while she slept. Her chestnut brown hair fell over her face, and Song Sheng chuckled at sight. He reached out to tuck the strands of her hair behind her ear.


    Her hair felt so soft that it almost compelled him to caress it. Song Sheng then grabbed a blanket to place over her. He bent down and saw her chest rise and fall, and he felt as if her skin kept calling him, but he stepped away abruptly at the thought.


    He decided to call his sister.


    Song Ren picked up the phone immediately with a weak voice. "Hello?" she said on the other line.


    "Ren, Xiao Mei won''t come home tonight. She was helping unpack, and she fell asleep on the sofa. So I''m going to let her sleep here."


    "All right," she yawned. "I''m not home yet, but I''ll let Jinyi know, so she doesn''t worry."


    "Hm," he said and ended the call.


    He placed his phone in his pocket after he took his pack of cigarettes out. He lit of them as he walked to the balcony and exhaled a deep drag, smoke filling the air.


    He turned, leaning onto the balcony rails as he smoked and watched a sleeping Qian Meigui.


    Song Sheng recalled many times when they were younger, where she would always chase after him. She was so innocent that he always felt compelled to play with her. She often loved roleplaying so she would dress up as a princess, whereas he acted like a knight.


    When they got older, they stopped playing. Song Sheng dedicated his time towards his studies and spent most of his time in his room. But Qian Meigui always came in with snacks, and some of the time she would join him by reading quietly or working on her homework. Initially, it was annoying, but he had grown accustomed to it. And then he always anticipated the moments where they would silently sit in each other''s presence.


    And in the end, she fell asleep on the sofa like this, and like every time, he brought her to bed.


    Song Sheng extinguished his cigarette when he finished and placed it on the ashtray. He approached Qian Meigui and lifted her. Song Sheng carried her to his room and put her under the covers. He then went under the covers next to her. It would be just as if they were younger again, whenever she had nightmares, and he had to calm her down and fall asleep with her.


    He glanced at her, his heart beating rapidly. His chest rose and fell quickly. He then charged out of the room, trying to calm his thundering chest. He laid down on the couch and attempted to sleep.

 Chapter 19：Work

    Qian Meigui''s eyes fluttered open. She blinked, puzzled by the unfamiliar setting. She sat up abruptly and gazed around the room. She felt the sheets of the bed and picked up a familiar musky scent. She glanced at the blinds of the window, and she could not tell it was sunset or early morning.


    Feeling well-rested, she could tell that she had slept throughout the night and felt guilty for it.


    She jumped from Song Sheng''s bed and peered the door slightly opened. She peeked down the empty hall, and her heartbeats settled. Qian Meigui loosed a deep breath and opened the door quietly, trying not to make any noise. She had to leave the apartment as she was going to be late for work, and she felt embarrassed for overextending her stay.


    Qian Meigui walked down the hall when Song Sheng stepped out from the bathroom. He wore a white towel from the hip below, revealing his broad abdomen. She looked up at his face, held her chin high, and focused solely on his neck above. But she had forgotten how hard it was to look directly at him.


    Song Sheng''s wet black hair fell over his golden-brown eyes, and if he were to attend more public events, then many women would fond over him. Qian Meigui frowned at the thought, but she quickly disregarded it.


    "Why were you sneaking around?" he asked, "This is my apartment."


    "Ah, well, erm. I was afraid you were still sleeping, and I did not want to wake you. I have to get to work."


    He held his waist, "All right; I''ll drive you to work," he said.


    "Thank you, but I''m going home to change first before I head over to work," she said, pointing at her clothes which looked wrinkled and dishevelled because she did not wear nightwear.


    Song Sheng nodded, and said, "Then I''ll take you to home and work."


    "No, I don''t want to bother you," she responded.


    Qian Meigui smiled grimly and nodded.


    Song Sheng walked into his bedroom and changed, while Qian Meigui descended the stairs, she did not pay attention to the gaps in between, since her mind still hazed, one of her legs fell through. She yelped suddenly when Song Sheng heard and left his room abruptly, opening the door widely.


    It did not take him long to get ready; Song Sheng already dressed in a shirt and trousers with black cap-toed shoes. Qian Meigui''s breath hitched, as she awkwardly lifted her leg. She pretended that she didn''t feel any pain, but Song Sheng could tell by the way she looked.


    He approached her slowly, observing her body up and down. He looked worried, as his mouth slightly gaped, and his eyes revealed a sense of weariness; it made her cheeks burn.


    She had seen him well-dressed many times before, but the way he dressed and looked at her with such gentleness, it felt overwhelming. She averted her gaze, holding a fist over her heart.


    He then swiftly placed one of her arms over his shoulder, descending the stairs carefully with her. Qian Meigui hopped down the staircase with him until he gently set her down on the sofa. He then knelt in front of her, observing her leg; his hand was cold to the touch, and Qian Meigui felt embarrassed because of how overly warm she was.


    He slid his cool fingers from her ankle to her calves, sending shivers down her spine. He glanced up at her, concerned, touching areas to test where it hurt. Because Song Sheng studied in medicine, he knew how to act accordingly.


    "Does it hurt?" he asked gently.


    Qian Meigui shook her head, nervously. Song Sheng then stood up to get some gel reliever. He returned and placed it over her leg. Qian Meigui smiled, "Thank you," she said.


    Song Sheng stood up, towering her, looking down with deep gaze. He then ruffled her hair, pinching her nose as he said, "Watch out, idiot."


    Qian Meigui puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms.


    "I''m not an idiot," she assured him jokingly.


    Song Sheng put the ointment in the cupboard. "Let''s go," his deep-smooth voice sounded. Song Sheng approached his closet, placing on a cobalt-blue suit jacket, and then placing a hand in his pocket as he approached the front door. Her leg began to feel better, so Qian Meigui followed him, not trying to catch up. After eleven years of knowing him, she always walked behind him, it made her feel protected, but now it felt as if something had changed.


    Qian Meigui followed him to the parking garage. Song Sheng drove her home, he waited for her to change, and dropped her off at Song Pharmaceuticals. She wondered if it made him feel uncomfortable to be there.


    Qian Meigui also wondered what compelled him to switch companies. He was loyal to Song Pharmaceuticals, but she supposed that it was a good thing as well. Song Ren deserved to inherit the company, and she was glad that Song Rui did not give it to Song Jun. Song Jun would have done well, but he was more of a follower than a leader. He looked up to both Ren and Sheng.


    Before she left his car, she said softly, "Thank you." Song Sheng glanced at her, "Mhm," he nodded.


    Qian Meigui closed the door, and he sped off.


    She sighed deeply and hopelessly, before walking into Song Corporation.


    Song Corporation had many white and glass walls because the company embodied simple futuristic structures. Many people walked through the halls with their lab coats or expensive attire.


    Although Qian Meigui studied biology and chemistry, she was not as passionate as Song Ren. Therefore when she settled into the company, Song Rui gave her a position with the public relations and marketing team.


    "Hello, Mistress Song," the receptionist greeted. Qian Meigui greeted them back as she walked down the hall when a panicked and sweaty secretary approached her.


    "Yang Minzhe," Qian Meigui called out to him with furrowed brows. He tried to catch his breath and held his knees with his palms. Yang Minzhe was Song Ren''s secretary.


    "Song Mei," he breathed, still trying to catch his breath. "I''ve been running around trying to find out where Song Ren is; she''s always on time. Do you know where she is? We have an important meeting in an hour with some companies that are proposing their materials. As the future lady boss, this is very important."


    Qian Meigui was startled. Song Ren was never the type to be late, she was always early, and she would stay behind. "She''s not answering any of my calls," he said.


    "I think I know how to reach her; it''s a long shot."


    Qian Meigui grabbed her cellphone and dialled Su Feng''s number.

 Chapter 20：Late

    It was around lunch when Su Feng''s phone buzzed loudly, startling him awake. He rubbed his eyes, annoyed by the sound. No one had his number except for family members.


    "Hello," he answered, his voice hoarse.


    "Su Feng?" asked a familiar voice. He checked the name on the screen, where ''Song Mei'' appeared.


    He sat up and remembered that he and Song Ren stayed up last night discussing formulas, exchanging ideas, and drinking a bit of wine. He remembered going to his private room in the building with her, where they wanted to talk comfortably.


    He glanced over, finding Song Ren on the other end of the bed with her long hair cascading over her shoulders, sleeping peacefully sound.


    The space between them was distant, filled with documents and papers all over the sheets. It looked like a night of studying before final exams. Except they were both discussing theories.


    "Uh...Su Feng?" questioned Qian Meigui.


    "Ah, sorry, Song Mei, what''s wrong?" he replied.


    "Have you seen Song Ren anywhere?" she shyly asked.


    While holding the phone to one ear, Su Feng gazed over at Song Ren, who held documents in her hand in her sleep. Su Feng''s lips curled.


    "Yes," he said, "She''s with me right now."


    "Perfect," she began, "May I speak with her?"


    "She can''t. She''s sleeping," Su Feng responded casually.


    "..."


    "Wake her up; she''ll kill you if you don''t at this moment."


    At that, Su Feng shivered. He recalled a time when he had forgotten to tell Song Ren about an event the student council was supposed to host. When Song Ren found out, she pulled his ears, making him dress up as a mascot to support the event, and then she made him take off the head and parade around with the body. Many people took pictures, and his ears did not heal for a few days.


    "I''m scared," he said quietly over the phone.


    Su Feng noticed Song Ren stirring. She raised her head groggily, her long black hair falling over her face like a demon-witch.


    "Send help, woman," he said to Qian Meigui.


    "Make sure you bring her here as soon as possible; Song Ren has an important meeting that will define her career," she responded.


    "Got it."


    When Su Feng turned around, Song Ren was glaring at him suspiciously. "What time is it?" she asked.


    "It''s a bit over lunch," he replied, the fear caught in his throat.


    Song Ren stood up quickly, "Shit!"


    "Don''t worry, I will drive you," he said immediately. "I think you left your sunglasses and scarf in my lab; I''ll get it right now."


    "There''s no time," she said while hurriedly placing her shoes.


    Su Feng grabbed the keys from the nightstand. They then rushed out of the room near his office. There were many scattered across the building for overworked employees, but this was his private room.


    Xia Lanfen watched as her boss leave the master room wearing the same clothes from the night before. The woman he was with was also wearing the same clothes from the night before, although unmasked. And she was shocked beyond words. That woman stayed with him overnight?


    Xia Lanfen looked closely without seeming too nosey. The woman''s face was hard and reserved, not a woman that screamed damsel in distress, but someone far more dignified and powerful. But she had never seen her before. If she was essential in the social scene or if she meant anything to Su Feng, she would have a name for the girl.


    Su Feng followed Song Ren down the elevator. He did not care about what the employees thought about him, but he was afraid of what they thought of Song Ren. They both came out of the office room looking dishevelled and messy. The thought burned his cheeks, but he knew that Song Ren was silently fuming with anger.


    When Su Feng stole a glance at her, she was already glaring at him with an appearance of imminent death. Su Feng shivered.


    They both walked to the car parked outside the building, and Su Feng sped off. Song Corporation was not far from Sun Group, so they got there within twenty minutes.


    As soon as they entered the building, Su Feng caught sight of the interior of Song Corporation, which looked different than Sun Group. Sun Group had a more traditional mixed with contemporary architecture, whereas Song Corporation looked as if it came from a time-travel film.


    Qian Meigui was waiting with a man in the lobby when they arrived. "Song Ren," Yang Minzhe called out.


    Yang Minzhe approached her and said, "They will be arriving soon."


    "All right, I just need a few more minutes to prepare myself," she responded.


    "Of course," he said.


    Yang Minzhe glanced over at the man that accompanied her. He gaped at the sight of Young Master Feng. Young Master Feng is at Song Corporation with his lady boss? He felt as if he was about to faint. Why is the man she hated the most doing here? Together?


    He wished he could tell his friends if Yang Minzhe had any, but he remembered the contract he signed not to release any private or secret information. Plus, he would never sell out Song Ren.


    He could not believe he was in the presence of Su Feng! But he always believed that his lady boss was way cooler! But why was the young master glaring at him? He knew he looked sweaty, but he could not help but feel nervous about the stressful situation.


    "Thank you for bringing her here, Young Master Feng," she said and bowed.


    "It''s my pleasure," he responded, "And there''s no need for formalities, we are to be family soon," he said.


    Qian Meigui smiled. "Indeed," she said before walking away.

 Chapter 21：Meeting

    Qian Meigui followed Song Ren and Yang Minzhe to the meeting room. She was a representative of the Public Relations and Marketing Department; therefore, she was able to be present.


    Qian Meigui noticed Su Feng leave the building and loosed a deep breath. Su Feng would surely attract attention from their colleagues.


    Qian Meigui and Yang Minzhe waited for Song Ren as she entered her private office to change into spare clothing before she came out.


    Song Ren had the aura of a powerful lady, and Qian Meigui admired her confidence. She wished to be more like her.


    They walked into the meeting room; several executives were already waiting. Song Ren sat the very end with a high chair. She represented her father, so most orders have to get through her first before it gets to Song Rui.


    Shortly after, the CEO''s of smaller companies rolled in. Her face was cold and unyielding, not the type of person to let other corporations step over her. Just because she''s the new lady boss; it did not mean she was inexperienced. She was born to do this.


    The meeting began, and as companies proposed some ideas, Qian Meigui sketched and calculated some of the ideas in her head. How can they market it? How could it be successful? Who will benefit from these products?


    The critical aspect of Song Corporation is to maintaining integrity. They would never sell ineffective supplements to gain money. They had to sell products that would benefit consumers.


    Song Corporation divided into different aspects of medicine: off the counter, prescriptions, medications for hospital patients, and Chinese herbal medicine.


    Qian Meigui watched as Song Ren accept, reject, and reconstruct some methods and ideas.


    The President of Huang Corporation stepped forward to present his idea for a new drug that would assist an older cohort that is suffering from Polymyalgia Rheumatic disorder, which causes muscle pain and stiffness within the joints. Those who suffer from it experience immense pain.


    After President Huang proposed his idea and provided the documents in front of Song Ren, her sister appeared puzzled. Song Ren looked over at the ingredients diligently. Her eyebrows furrowed, "This is a very remarkable discovery indeed, but I need you to consider patients with type-2 diabetes, as it commonly affects adults. The drug you are proposing could potentially throw their sugar levels off balance," she stated.


    Song Ren quickly looked through the pages and said, "I won''t reject this idea, but I need you to do more research and provide me with a new proposal, as soon as possible."


    "Yes, Miss Song, we will do so immediately," CEO Huang responded.


    After hours of conference, Song Ren stood and said, "Thank you, everyone, for attending this meeting. I look forward to our collaborations."


    The executives and employees left the room, leaving Song Ren, Yang Minzhe, and Qian Meigui left behind in the room.


    Qian Meigui stood, excusing herself before Song Ren said to her, "I need a report on how to market the new products we are establishing. Also, I need you to make sure the labels are accurate," she said before dismissing her.


    Qian Meigui smiled, "Of course, CEO Song," she teased. Song Ren smiled back.


    Song Ren was left alone in the meeting room, shifting on a moveable chair, as she turned to face the windows.


    It was a close call toward being late for the meeting. Song Ren felt like what she did with Su Feng last night was unprofessional. Although they did not do anything that would raise suspicion, Song Ren should not have stayed up with him to look over company documents. But she could not help but feel that she enjoyed her time with him. Perhaps they would make a good team, but she needed to finalize their boundaries. But she was still not sure what they were. Friends? Colleagues? Partners in marriage and work?


    Song Ren exhaled deeply before approaching her desk and looking over data.


    --


    Qian Meigui went to the public relations department and requested the employees to send her their ideas and sketches as soon as they were complete. Qian Meigui logged into her computer when she began to scroll through confidential emails about the company. As she scrolled, she noticed one that particularly stood out.


    Qian Meigui printed the files and read them over, her eyes scanning through the lines. She quickly collected them and sprinted to Song Ren''s office.


    She walked into her sister, who was editing company data at her desk. Qian Meigui walked up to her and stacked the file she found and placed it on her desk.


    "What happened?" Song Ren looked at her.


    "There is a patient''s family that are trying to sue us," Qian Meigui said.


    "Ah, yes," she responded, "I know. It''s those patients that believe one of our products caused their son to get into anaphylactic shock; I am settling things with the lawyers to compensate for what we''ve done," she said as she rubbed her temples.


    Qian Meigui smirked, "Yes, but we are not liable," she accused.


    Song Ren leaned back on her chair, holding her hands together, eyes narrowing, "Enlighten me," she said.


    Qian Meigui knew the labels by heart, as she perfected them before it was sent off.


    "Our labels contain allergen warnings; however, we also provide directions for the appropriate dosages. This particular product would not put the customer in anaphylactic shock; it''s not possible. His symptoms prove to be overdosage, not an allergic reaction. I believe the family are looking to get money," she said.


    "Hmm, you are quite perceptive, sister," Song Ren began, "contact my lawyers, and you will represent this case," she said dismissively.


    "Me?" Qian Meigui questioned.


    "But I''m only from the Public Relations Department."


    Song Ren slammed her desk. "You are a Song, Xiao Mei, have more confidence in your abilities. I trust you."


    Qian Meigui smiled. She picked up the documents from Song Ren''s desked and she head back to the public relations department. She picked up the phone and called their lawyers.

 Chapter 22：Law

    Qian Meigui''s father was a lawyer back in the day. Song Rui only told her that her father¡ªQian Shanyuan¡ªworked as a representative for scientists and was well-known for editing contracts and consulting with patients, families, and speaking with corporate.


    He was someone that paralegals and judges trembled around because he was good at defending people, and bringing justice.


    Qian Meigui felt excited. She could not believe that she had the opportunity to follow in her father''s footsteps. When she went into University, Song Rui encouraged her to study in Business Marketing, but she could not help but gravitate towards law. Without him knowing, she took several classes in business law and criminology.


    She spent the entire afternoon taking conference calls with lawyers and with bio technicians about the product to obtain as much information to use for the case.


    When employees began to turn the lights off their cubicles, Qian Meigui decided it was time to go home.


    Qian Meigui decided to walk home as she wanted to feel the ice-cold breeze bite her skin. She felt more awake. I am following my father''s footsteps, she thought.


    She smiled to herself as she walked passed Song Entertainment. The company was a building full of advertising posters of models, actors, and up-coming influencers. They promoted their films with massive monitors that displayed trailers and teasers about future releases.


    Qian Meigui exhaled, a breath of cold wind escaped her body against the night. She glanced up at the monitors and wondered what Song Sheng was doing, hoping that no one was giving him a rough time settling in.


    The family disowned Song Rui, and out of retaliation, he established a company of his own. But Song Rui was meant to be a scientist, whereas his family only focused on the Entertainment Industry.


    She recalled the lines and curves of muscle. Qian Meigui gasped at her thoughts and proceeded her walk home. She knew that their relationship still needed more work, but she could not help but wonder how they could go back to the days when they were inseparable.


    --


    Song Sheng arrived home late at night and welcomed by darkness; he could not help but take out a cigarette. He turned on the lights and found the apartment to look more homey and lively than it looked over the past two weeks, but he felt alone.


    He had grown accustomed to keeping himself busy for the last two years, but now that he was back in his country, his city, he could not help but feel like he was missing something.


    He glanced at his Italian leather sofa, remembering that Qian Meigui slept the night before. He sat and ran his fingers through the soft leather, his hand meeting cold. He decided to call an old friend, Rong Ming. After a few moments, the call answered.


    "Who the fuck is this?" answered Rong Ming. He put his daughter to bed and was about to sleep with his wife when his phone rang.


    "Hello, Rong Ming," Song Sheng greeted.


    The other line was silent. "Sheng?" he questioned.


    "Yes," he answered gravely.


    "It''s been two years. Why now?"


    "Let''s get some drinks."


    "No," Rong Ming said; a part of him was angry.


    "All right," Song Sheng said, almost hanging up the call.


    "Wait¡ª" Rong Ming began, "Should I come over, or will we go out?" he asked.


    "Go out," Song Sheng.


    "All right, then meet me at Bar XX," Rong Ming said.


    "Mhm," Song Sheng hung up the call.


    Song Sheng drove his black Maybach to the bar that Rong Ming suggested. It looked similar to a nightclub, as there was a floor for dancing, and different levels to play games, gamble, and drink. Song Sheng approached the VIP section, which he was let in by security after showing his I.D.

 Chapter 23：Drunk (1)

    Rong Ming was a friend he made in University. He was a prominent executive now for the Entertainment Industry. He fooled around with a lot of women before, but in the end, he retired his hobbies when he met his now-wife.


    It was only Rong Ming in the booth when he approached and sat on the leather sofas that surrounded a round table. He still looked the same years ago, only his features sharper.


    "Sheng, what compelled you to summon me away from my dear wife."


    "Tell Rong Sying that I say hello," Song Sheng said with a smile.


    "I won''t relay any messages to my wife that came from other men. Remember that Sying was interested in you first before she met me."


    Song Sheng smirked. "Afraid I''ll steal your wife?" he questioned Rong Ming.


    Rong Ming rolled his eyes. "Why did you call me?" he asked.


    "I wanted to drink," responded Song Sheng.


    Rong Ming raised an eyebrow. It was rare for Song Sheng to drink in public. It usually occurred in his home when they were younger and fooled around.


    Rong Ming requested the server to send them a few rounds of something strong and expensive. The server later appeared with vials of amber looking liquid. They downed a couple of shots before Rong Ming asked, "How''s your family?"


    "As good as they can be," Song Sheng said, straight to the point.


    "Song Ren, is she adjusting to her new position?" Rong Ming asked.


    "I believe so."


    "And the twins?"


    "They''re attending school."


    "Song Mei, how is she holding up?"


    Song Sheng took another shot, the alcohol burning his throat. "She''s doing well from what I know."


    "Good," Rong Ming began, "We all know that Xiao Mei had trouble making friends growing up. She was very quiet and delicate."


    Rong Ming recalled when he first met Song Sheng''s sister. He was surprised to see that Song Mei was the only one in the family who did not inherit typical features from the Song Family.


    "How are things going with your wife?" Song Sheng asked.


    "Why do you want to know so much about Sying?" Rong Ming questioned.


    Song Sheng chuckled as he downed another drink. "You used to fool around, and when you met Sying, you''ve changed and never told me why."


    Rong Ming loosed a deep breath. "When I met Sying, she wanted you. Sying knew you were my best friend and asked me for help. Of course, I told her to get lost, but she was persistent. But then I felt compelled to help because of her determination and partly because you never had a girlfriend."


    Rong Ming smiled and laughed as he reminisced the past. "I spent more time with her as she chased you. Over time, I realized that every time we were together, I caught myself staring at her. I looked forward to our time, and she surprised me time and time again. She was truly a free-spirit, and I admired her for it. Later, when she was about to confess to you, I delved the courage to confess first."


    "I confused her. She did not speak to me for days, and I called her again to tell her that she and I could still be friends. She asked me to meet with her, and she accepted my feelings." Rong Ming finished. "Of course, you can guess what happens after."


    Song Sheng smiled at the story. He was glad that his friend ended up with Sying. She was a good-natured girl, but Song Sheng would never have been interested.


    "Why do you ask?" questioned Rong Ming, "Do you finally have a special lady in your life?"


    Song Sheng downed two more drinks. "I''m not sure," he said. Rong Ming gaped in surprise.


    "Who?" he asked, "Do I know her?"


    Song Sheng shook his head, "you don''t know her," he lied.


    "How do you feel when she''s around?"


    Song Sheng exhaled deeply. "Excited. Tortured. Aroused."


    Rong Ming smiled. "And why do you feel so down? Did this girl reject you?"


    "No," he began, "but no one would approve of us being together," Song Sheng finished.


    Rong Ming felt puzzled, "Why?"


    "Our family," he said.


    "Would the Song Family not approve of her?" Rong Ming asked.


    Song Sheng nodded. His head felt heavy from the alcohol.


    "I''m sure you get together with her, I will make sure of it. What''s her name?" he asked. But Song Sheng rested his head on the table, his consciousness slowly slipped away.


    He was drunk. Rong Ming did not know where he lived as Song Sheng recently moved into a new apartment. And he could not take him to his home because he did not want to wake his child.


    Rong Ming was not sure what to do, so he grabbed Song Sheng''s phone and dialled "Xiao Mei," on his phone.

 Chapter 24：Drunk (2)

    Song Sheng was fast asleep on the table. Rong Ming searched for Song Sheng''s phone and dialled, "Xiao Mei." He was afraid of calling Song Ren because she was not someone to bother or trifle.


    A quivering female voice answered the call, tired, "Sheng?" She questioned.


    "Hello, Xiao Mei, this is Rong Ming," he said.


    "Rong Ming?! It''s been awhile."


    Rong Ming smiled, "Indeed. I''m sorry to bother you this late in the hour, but Song Sheng is with me. He''s drunk and fell asleep. I don''t know where he lives."


    "Ah, he lives at The Wake Complex," She said.


    "....The Wake Complex?" He asked.


    "Mhm," Qian Meigui said.


    Rong Ming recalled that The Wake complex was for the wealthy and the elite. It would be difficult to go in without being there before.


    "Can you meet me at his apartment? I don''t want to leave him alone there."


    "..." Qian Meigui hesitated before she said, "All right, I''ll be there in fifteen minutes."


    "Okay," Rong Ming responded before hanging up the call.


    Qian Meigui was dressed in an ivory nightgown when she received a call from Rong Ming. She placed on a light jacket with her keys before leaving the house.


    It was midnight when Qian Meigui arrived at The Wake complex. She shivered, gooseflesh raiding on her arms from the cold wind. She looked up at the towering building and exhaled.


    She entered the building and waited in the lobby for Song Sheng and Rong Ming.


    She waited ten minutes before Rong Ming entered with Song Sheng whose head hung loose, his body swaying and staggering with each step.


    She waved at Rong Ming who held onto Song Sheng, trying to prevent him from stumbling.


    Her features were sharper, older, more womanly than the girl he knew before.


    Qian Meigui frowned at the sight of a half-conscience Song Sheng. She pulled herself under his embrace with his arm over her shoulder to support him.


    Qian Meigui pulled his residence card out from his pocket, and security let the three of them in.


    They took Song Sheng up is elevator by scanning his residence card. Rong Ming''s face flashed with impression for his luxurious apartment. There was European-styled furniture throughout the room.


    Qian Meigui pointed at the Italian leather couch, and Rong Ming gently placed him on the sofa to rest. "Thank you," she said to him before running to get a blanket from one of the living room closest. She placed a pillow under his head and positioned him on the side. Song Sheng rested his eyes and appeared to be sleeping.


    "It''s nice to see you, Song Mei," Rong Ming said. At that, Qian Meigui smiled gently.


    Rong Ming thought that Qian Meigui had grown more beautiful, and he figured that it was typical for Song family members, but still, she looked nothing like the others.


    "Thank you for coming, I was not sure what to do with him," he said.


    "It''s no worries," she began. "I''m glad you called. I''ll take care of Sheng now," she said.


    Rong Ming ruffled her hair, "You''re a good girl," he said.


    "Woman," she corrected.


    Rong Ming smiled and chuckled, "Of course," he said. "I''ll be going now, and my wife is waiting for me."


    "Tell Sying that I said Hello," Rong grinned and nodded. He waved, and they bid good-bye.


    Qian Meigui glanced over at the sleeping Song Sheng. She wondered what made him drink excessively on a work night. She knew they both had to get up early in the morning.

 Chapter 25：Drunk (3)

    Qian Meigui sat in an armchair near the sofa. She bundled herself up with a blanket as she crossed her arms over her knee.


    She glanced over at the glass windows where the moonlight peered through with a ray. She followed the light as it rested on Song Sheng''s handsome face.


    His long eyelashes fluttered, his jaw hard and tight. His dark hair tumbled over his face, and his white-collared shirt hugged and traced the outlines of his muscles. Qian Meigui looked away, damning her mind for having such intrusive thoughts.


    She tried to sleep sitting up when she heard the crack of his voice, "Water," he said dryly.


    She swiftly approached him with water and placed the cup to his lips. Qian Meigui helped him sit up to drink the contents down without choking. He drank the water within two gulps, and she ran to give him more water.


    Afterward, she found some bread and approached him. She ripped the food in pieces and began to feed him. He ate slowly and stopped. He then laid back down.


    "You have to try to get the alcohol out of your system," she said.


    Song Sheng opened his eyes and glanced at her with a deep gaze. His hair tousled over his eyes; he appeared more charming than usual.


    Qian Meigui pouted at him for not listening when his hand reached up to tuck a strand behind her ear. Slowly, his hand moved down to caress her cheek. Qian Meigui froze, hovered above him.


    His fingers twirled between her brown strands. His hand slowly moved up to caress her chin. His fingers continued to roam her face, stopping at the seams of her lips. Her lips parted open in surprise. What has gotten into him?


    "Your hair is beautiful," he said. Qian Meigui smiled grimly, "Thank you," she responded.


    She knew that in his state, he would say anything incomprehensible. So she disregarded his compliment.


    Song Sheng looked at her directly. His golden-brown eyes narrowed and focused on her face. His incessant stare was scorching, and she did not know what to think of it.


    Her chest sped up rapidly, and she tried to stand to prevent him from hearing the beats of her heart, but he quickly pulled her into his embrace.


    Qian Meigui knelt on the ground as Song Sheng held her upper body. She was at a loss for words. He squeezed her tightly, and Qian Meigui thought perhaps he, too, missed her after all this time. Therefore, she leaned in and hugged him back.


    After some time, Qian Meigui felt as if she could not breathe. She tried to escape his embrace when she felt him flip her underneath him on the large sofa.


    She gazed up at him, his stare hungry and starved. Her heart sped up, and when she tried to move over, he did not let her go.


    "Sheng, we both have to sleep."


    He brought his face down, close to hers. "Sure," he began, "let''s sleep together." His breath caressed her face warmly, and Qian Meigui''s cheeks burned, knowing that this was wrong.


    But within the next moment, when she tried to escape, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.


    Qian Meigui stared at him eye-wide as he kissed her lightly¡ªgently. But then his light peck turned into something ravenous and invading.


    Qian Meigui tried to push him. But feeling her resistance, he paused to ask, "Can I?" desperately.


    His pleading voice made her feel lost. She nodded enthusiastically, wanting it, and then he pinned her wrists down. His lips roamed over her cheeks, jaw, and neck gently. He kissed his way down when a moan escaped her lips.


    Her face flushed at the sound she made. Though Song Sheng noticed and looked at her again with a greedy expression. Soon after, he returned to her lips, passionate and eager. Qian Meigui looked at him, her expression equally enthusiastic. This time, she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to peer in.


    Qian Meigui tried not to let her inexperience show, but it was hard to catch up to him. Though she tried, and their hands began to explore each other''s bodies greedily, desperately.


    Song Sheng unbuttoned his shirt, and Qian Meigui reached up to press the hard muscle of his abdomen. Her soft fingers scorched against his hot skin. His panting warm breath caressed her skin.


    Song Sheng reached down and kissed her again with ferocity. He gripped her waist, and his hand travelled down her legs. She trembled in anticipation. She was twenty-two years old and never felt the touch of a man.


    They kissed each other with tongue over teeth, and it was something that made her body heat up. It felt good?


    He made his way to her neck again, teasing her inner thighs when he suddenly stopped.


    Qian Meigui looked down puzzled, to see Song Sheng fast asleep on the crook of her neck. She breathed out deeply, her irregular heartbeat trying to calm. What just happened?


    Qian Meigui held onto him, falling into the rhythm of his heartbeat. She wondered what this meant.

 Chapter 26：Confused

    Song Sheng heard birds singing from outside the windows. The sun blinded his eyes as the curtains were left open. His head throbbed and pounded, but underneath him, he felt something soft.


    He blinked in confusion, as Qian Meigui appeared in his vision. Her wavy hair curtained him; her lips swollen, bite marks faint on her neck.


    Song Sheng stumbled out of her embrace, falling on the floor with a loud thud. Qian Meigui''s eyes pried open, startled by the sound and some-what unfamiliar space. She looked over at the fallen Song Sheng, whose eyes were wide, wild and confused. He looked at her with disbelief, and she was not sure if he remembered what happened. Regardless, it was not a good sign.


    Song Sheng sat on the floor with one arm rested over his knee, and his other hand pressed against his head. Qian Meigui bit her lip, embarrassed and ashamed. She left herself get swept away while he was drunk. Moreover, she was not entirely sure about her feelings until he kissed her.


    It had been like this since they were younger. Qian Meigui always thought Song Sheng was handsome, but as a child, she did not dwell in thinking about him in other ways than of a brother. Still, she was not born into the family; the Song family adopted her. And she did not anticipate her feelings to progress as she got older.


    Growing up was the worst; she was nearly invisible because she was not good at making friends. And those who tried to befriend her only wanted to know more about Song Sheng; they weren''t interested in her.


    Qian Meigui was not sure about what she felt toward Song Sheng, but it was simple, they could not act on it, even if they wanted to. Qian Meigui was Song Mei, Song Rui''s daughter, on the family registry.


    Song Sheng''s face was terrible, and Qian Meigui''s heart ached. She looked away from him.


    "I''m sorry," he said softly.


    Qian Meigui turned to face him, "No! Don''t be¡ªI mean, I participated too," her voice began confident, growing softer with each word.


    Song Sheng looked at her, his gaze deep but serious. "I attacked you," he said.


    "No¡ª" her voice broke.


    Qian Meigui gritted her teeth, annoyed with his behaviour. "Stop apologizing, " she roared. Song Sheng''s face shot up, looking directly at her.


    "I don''t want to hear any apologies," she continued, "because I too, wanted it."


    Song Sheng exhaled deeply. The cold floor bit through his pants. He looked at her again, nodding, accepting what she had said.


    "All right," he began, "but we need to forget what happened."


    "What?" Qian Meigui questioned.


    "We have to forget what happened last night," he said.


    "Why?" she asked. "But I wanted it-" before she could finish her words, Song Sheng sat up swiftly, covering her mouth with his palm.


    She looked at him wide-eyed, but the man in front of her looked afraid. His hair spilled over his eyes, fear and guilt contorted his expression.


    "Please," he begged, "forget what I did, and let''s move on."


    "But I don''t understand. Why did you kiss me?" Qian Meigui asked.


    "I was drunk," he said. "It was foolish, and I felt like tending to my needs."


    "So, to you, I was just some woman?" she questioned.


    Song Sheng looked at her directly, his golden-brown eyes as bright as the sun. "Yes," he whispered, "that''s why I''m apologizing because I could have forced you to go all the way."


    Qian Meigui felt the tears welling in her eyes, but she held back, not wanting to appear pathetic in front of him. She felt foolish. She would have gone all the way, had he asked her too. But knowing that anyone would do broke her heart.


    Qian Meigui knew that Song Sheng never had a girlfriend, and some part of her hoped that he was waiting for her, to get older, to get smarter, to get more beautiful. And she desperately tried to do all those things to make him see her as a woman, but alas, it was not the outcome she hoped. Qian Meigui held her chin up, her eyes cold. "Fine," she said with a harshness that made Song Sheng shudder.


    Qian Meigui stepped away from Song Sheng. She picked up her light jacket from the floor and strode out of the apartment.


    --


    Song Sheng sat on the couch, staring into the blank space. He picked up a cigarette from the coffee table and lit it, despite being early morning. Song Sheng did not care that he was indoors and that it was against residence policy. He desperately wanted to smoke.


    He began to reminisce a time.


    Two years ago, Song Sheng and Qian Meigui were inseparable. They both used to do everything together--study, attend the cinema, eat out, everything. When they were about to crack the case about her parent''s suspicious death, he found something strange.


    He found out that Qian Meigui was in danger since her parent''s deaths, and looking into it had made it worse. Song Rui had taken her off the map by placing her into the family registry as Song Mei. His parents had done everything they could to protect her and convinced the world that she was a Song.


    His feelings jeopardized her. If she had known, if she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, then it risked her being found out as Qian Meigui. Therefore, they could never be together, even if she wanted to be off the registry.


    Song Sheng blew out the smoke and waved it away. He escaped two years ago because his feelings were too fierce, too reckless. And he returned because he desperately wanted to see his family again, to see her again, but he thought that perhaps it was a mistake to come home.

 Chapter 27：Someone Is Here To See You

    Qian Meigui drove straight to work and found a pair of fresh clothes from her locker. She quickly dressed up before going to her desk, with a new day of work. Yang Minzhe approached her cubicle, and in a whisper, he said, "Manager Ren would like to see you."


    Qian Meigui nodded, collecting herself before she headed towards her sister''s office. Yang Minzhe whispered because he did not want the other employees to think she was in trouble, despite being Song Mei.


    Song Ren focused on reading her documents when Qian Meigui knocked on her door. Song Ren exuded a powerful aura of someone that could never be stepped over. She had no tolerance for people that are late, lazy, or who lacked integrity. She overran the company with pride and diligence.


    Qian Meigui slowly walked up to her desk. Without sparing a glance at her, and only looking at her documents, Song Ren asked, "Where were you last night? But more importantly, why are you late?"


    "I was with Song Sheng," Qian Meigui responded.


    "Why? What has brother been up to?"


    "He was drunk. Rong Ming called, and I had to look after him for the night."


    Song Ren glanced at her, eyes hard and cold, and at first she thought she was going to lecture her, but instead, "That''s not usually something Sheng would do. But please call the house whenever you''re not home."


    Qian Meigui nodded. Although she was an adult, she knew her sister would still worry. Qian Meigui did not have many friends, and it was rare for her to disappear.


    After a moment of silence, Song Ren asked, "Are you prepared for the upcoming case?"


    Qian nodded, "Mhm," she began, "I have been in contact with several professionals about the legal matter."


    "Good," she said, a subtle smile across her face.


    At that, Qian Meigui stepped out of the office, knowing that Song Ren had a lot of work ahead of her.


    ---


    Song Ren had worked diligently every day. She used to study during the week and work during the weekends, but since her new role, she took upon more responsibilities. Now, she worked every morning and took night classes, and studied for school in between free time.


    It was evening when Song Ren began to rub her temples. She was tired and haven''t been at home much, but she was never one to complain. Song Ren would be productive for hours and sleep for six hours in between, each day. But she knew that it was not healthy, but she liked to keep busy.


    Her secretary, Yang Minzhe, walked in during her break.


    "Ah, Manager Ren," Yang Minzhe said.


    "Yes?" she answered.


    "Eh?" she began, "Who?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.


    Yang Minzhe smiled grimly, afraid, "Erm...It''s Su Feng..." he finished.


    "Tell him I''m busy."


    "..." Yang Minzhe felt unlucky. He immediately recognized Su Feng when he walked into the lobby, and he recalled that just yesterday they came in together. Both their clothing was dishevelled and messy, and now his boss is pretending that nothing is going on between them. After all, it was not difficult for him to figure out that there is more than meets the eye, as the clich¨¦ goes. Also, Su Feng was the CEO''s son, and everyone in the industry knew he would inherit soon.


    "But Manager Ren..." he began.


    "Yang Minzhe, I will allow you to question me, I understand, but I don''t want to see him right now."


    "Very well," Yang Minzhe responded. He took the elevator down to the lobby, where he found Su Feng sitting with a black mask over his face. It was strange. Typically, CEO''s or heirs would not be the type to wait around, yet when Su Feng walked in, he paced back and forth, debating to approach the front desk. Since Yang Minzhe recognized his blond hair and expensive clothing, he realized why he might be wearing the mask. As Yang Minzhe approached, he noticed his ice-blue eyes, and he realized then that this lad was perhaps trying to court his lady boss.


    Now, he had to turn him away.

 Chapter 28：Dinner (1)

    Su Feng immediately rose when Yang Minzhe appeared in the lobby. Although his eyes were light, it was as cold as winter, when he told him, "Manager Ren does not want to see you."


    Su Feng glanced at him before saying, "Take me to her office."


    "But you can''t see her without an appointment," Yang Minzhe retorted.


    Su Feng narrowed his eyes, "Let me see my fianc¨¦e," he gritted out through his teeth.


    "...Your what?" Yang Minzhe asked, afraid of hearing it wrong. Engaged? It''s a joke!


    "Let. Me. See. My. Fianc¨¦e," Su Feng emphasized each word.


    Yang Minzhe began to chuckle. "Mr. Feng, I did not think you were such a humorous man."


    "It''s not a joke!" he responded darkly.


    Yang Minzhe froze. Could this be? Su Feng and Song Ren engaged? How was this possible? After a moment, the possibility clicked in his mind. Of course! Since Song Ren became the heiress, it''s only inevitable that the Su and Song family would attempt to combine forces.


    Yang Minzhe trembled, "follow me," he cowered and guided him to the primary office. After which, Yang Minzhe left, occupying himself to something else.


    Song Ren appeared to be concentrating as she was attentively working on company data. She wore a tight pencil dress, hugging the curves of her body, her jet-black hair flat against her back. Su Feng paused by the threshold, wanting to imprint the image of her working in his mind. He still could not wrap his mind around his feelings for her.


    Su Feng had experiences with different girls in the past, and none of them gave him a warm feeling except Song Ren. Although Song Ren was cold to him, she was loyal, intelligent, and sweet when treated well. He knew that he treated her terrible in the past, and winning her trust would require effort. But he was afraid that she would never accept him, neither now or in the future.


    "Are you going to stand there forever or are you going to come in?" Song Ren asked without glancing up.


    "How did you¡ª" he began to say, removing his mask.


    "Peripheral vision," she said with a sarcastic smile as she looked at him.


    "Right," he said.


    "Also, I figured Yang Minzhe would betray me," she began playfully, "Why are you here? You couldn''t wait until I was home?" her voice changed.


    "I would have, except you haven''t been around much. Song Jinyi and Jun have kept me entertained with their instruments," he said painfully.


    Song Ren smiled knowing that the twins were still practicing and they are not very good yet. She could imagine Su Feng have grown annoyed to madness.


    "Have you eaten dinner yet?" he asked.


    Song Ren''s eyes narrowed, "What do you want?"


    "What do you mean?" he asked puzzled.


    "You asked me if I had dinner, but just ask me the question you truly want to ask," she said with a severe expression.


    Su Feng gulped. "I wanted to ask if you will have dinner with me?" he asked nervously.


    "That''s all you had to do was get straight to the point."


    Song Ren stared at him, distant and reserved before she exhaled a deep breath, "all right." Song Ren figured it was an excellent opportunity to set some boundaries between them.

 Chapter 29：Dinner (2)

    Su Feng approached his Bugatti with Song Ren; he opened the car door for her like a gentleman, as she hopped in.


    The ride to the restaurant was silent.


    They went to the top level of a hotel where an exclusive lounge and restaurant located. A waiter took them to a private booth with a skyscraper window view. Song Ren removed her coat and immediately picked up the menu.


    Su Feng ordered drinks for them, and when the waiter came around again, she asked, "What will you two like to eat today?"


    Su Feng picked out many dishes with all the food Song Ren liked: Snow crab, Calamari, rice, fried noodles, and soup. Song Ren wondered why she felt nervous. Su Feng must have picked up her favourite dishes since he began to stay at her home. There was no point in glancing at the menu.


    Shortly after the waiter left, Su Feng said, "I''m moving back home tomorrow."


    Song Ren glanced up at him and nodded, "All right."


    Su Feng hoped that Song Ren would have felt sad about him leaving, but he knew that Song Ren was not the type to admit something that made her feel vulnerable.


    "I was hoping that you can visit me sometime," he said.


    "Why would I do that?" she questioned genuinely. Su Fent felt a tang of pain in his chest. He cleared his throat, "Is it okay if I visit you?" he asked.


    Song Ren met his gaze, and loosed a breath, "I guess you can," she said.


    At that, Su Feng smiled like a boy speaking to his crush. Song Ren could not help but feel her cheeks heat. Why does he look so happy? She didn''t do much.


    The dishes came, and Song Ren began to devour her meals as she had not eaten anything since breakfast. After some time, she glanced up to see Su Feng staring at her with a sly smile.


    "What?" she questioned softly with a mouthful.


    "Nothing," he said. Su Feng did not want to tell her that when she ate food, she would unconsciously smile. It appears that she did enjoy eating, despite being too busy to go out for meals. He was afraid that if he told her that Song Ren would reserve her emotions. Every day, he was beginning to see more sides of her; and was worried that she would push him away if he did or say the wrong thing.


    "I want you to meet my family," he said, out of the blue.


    Song Ren froze. She knew that meeting his family was inevitable. Su Feng had already met her parent''s, and it would be the same in return. But she came from new and old money, and she was afraid that his parents would dislike her despite approving their engagement.


    "When?" she asked.


    "Soon," he responded while cutting a piece of medium-rare steak.


    Su Feng smiled to himself blissfully. He could not help but feel warm because the girl he liked was going to meet his family.

 Chapter 30：Dinner (3)

    After a few moments of silence and more eating during their dinner, Song Ren called out to him, "Su Feng?"


    "Mhm," he responded.


    "No," he answered as he placed another piece of steak in his mouth, "Why? Are you?"


    Song Ren shook her head, "No; I was just curious." Song Ren still wondered why Su Feng agreed to marry her. She was not someone that people quickly got along. Song Ren was cold and aloof, and she was conscious of it. She was also afraid that he might get bored with her someday.


    "I want to set some boundaries," she stated.


    "I''m listening," he said, looking at her with a deep gaze that almost made her tremble.


    "When we get married, I don''t want the two of us to overstep and overpower each other. We are both equals, and no party is dominant."


    "Sounds reasonable," he quickly answered. Song Ren expected it.


    "Also, if you meet a woman to your liking, I will allow you to court her as a mistress on your discretion. As long as it''s never in public, then I should never get in your way."


    Su Feng took a napkin, wiped his mouth, and looked at her with frostiness. His ice-blue eyes resembled a brewing storm, and some of the time, she would get lost in them. But he appeared to be unhappy.


    "Will you be seeing other men during our marriage?" he asked.


    "No," she answered, "I am loyal when promised."


    "And what do you take of me?" he asked genuinely, "Someone who would take a mistress? Several mistresses? He shook his head, "Why would I do that if I have you?"


    Song Ren clenched her teeth and blushed, "What do you mean?" she asked.


    Su Feng smiled, playfully and cold, "I mean, my soon-to-be wife is the future CEO to a large pharmaceutical company. She has the face of a goddess and the body that I dutifully lust for. Do I make myself clear?"


    Song Ren was taken aback. What?


    "You may ''lust'' over me, but that still doesn''t clear our boundaries. I am merely allowing you to seek other women," she said.


    "I reject," Su Feng retorted.


    "And why?" she asked.


    Su Feng clenched his fingers together and gritted his teeth, offended by Song Ren''s words. "Because, when I have you, all I need is you. Can''t you understand?"


    Song Ren''s lips parted slightly, lost for words. She couldn''t believe her ears. Su Feng was satisfied with her? But why? He hated her when they were younger.


    Su Feng cleaned himself up with wipes, clearing the table for the waiter. "Let''s go," he said, seeming annoyed.


    Song Ren unconsciously followed. He left a wad of cash to cover the expenses of dinner and left a generous tip for the server. She kept quiet to the car and on their way home. She knew that Su Feng was angry, but he was silent about it. His face was hard and taut, his jaw sharp, and his temples strained. Meanwhile, she was thinking long and hard for herself.


    She remembered in senior high school that she had immeasurable feelings for him. But it dissipated when she overheard him speaking to a friend, expressing his disinterest for her and laughing about it. She heard him say, "Me? I like Song Ren?" he laughed, "Gross, that would never happen. She''s my mortal enemy."


    It broke her heart, and since then, she crossed him off, and her feelings froze, but now it began to melt, and she was someone who typically would not do that. But when she became the heiress, he came to find her, knowing that to secure her position, he had to marry her. It was not for money but for ensuring her safety.


    In the business world, it was not common for a daughter to inherit when sons are involved. Even she was surprised that her father, Song Rui, didn''t pass the inheritance to Song Jun. He was eighteen and inexperienced, but it didn''t mean he was incapable. He could have learned. Furthermore, he moved into her home, had cooked for her, and took her to bed. Su Feng showed her his private laboratory and drove her to work. Now, he mentioned that he would be loyal to her.


    When they reached home, Su Feng walked ahead of her, and she paced behind him. She looked at his tall silhouette and was afraid that she pushed him beyond. "Su Feng," she called out.


    Su Feng paused abruptly and faced her with furrowed brows. "What?" he asked unkindly.


    "I want to give us a try," she stated. A cold breeze parted through them, brushing their strands of hair. Su Feng''s lips parted open, trying to register her words. And suddenly they felt warm against the frost of night.

 Chapter 31：In Love

    But he liked Song Ren since they met, and never realized his feelings ran deep until he saw her again at the banquet, after months of parting. They occasionally saw each other after graduation.


    He remembered seeing her at a Villa during an event hosted by mutual friends. She wore a white bathing suit with the brightest smile. His heart lept, and his thoughts consisted of her. He racked his brain for weeks, wondering why he missed her and why she occupied his mind. Later, he made sure that whichever events she attended, he''d be there.


    Silently, he watched over her for three years at a distance. He only delved the courage to talk to her when she was close. Yet each time, she would act aloof, distant and reserved. She would ignore his existence around their friends, and she acted like they barely knew each other. That changed when he accepted the invitation towards the Song Family banquet.


    He remembered how shocked, excited, yet afraid he felt when Song Sheng announced his resignation. Song Sheng left everything for his sister, but that did not secure her position. In business, other men would have encouraged Song Jun to be the successor; Song Ren then would not get the opportunity she deserved. Therefore, when he saw her at the pharmacy, he had to see her and be sure of it. And when he invaded her family''s home, he had to confirm it.


    He was already in love.


    Song Ren is defined as a strong person on her own, but as the heir of her most significant competitor, Su Feng, wanted to be her ally, her equal, her lover.


    At that moment, he couldn''t believe it.


    "I want to give us a try," Song Ren proclaimed.


    Su Feng''s eyes widened, his lips parted, and he froze with the night-chill wind.


    "Repeat it," he pleaded. Was Song Ren willing?


    Song Ren bit her lip nervously. Her cheeks reddened, and Su Feng could not tell if it was from the cold or her blushing.


    Song Ren inhaled deeply before repeating, "I want to give us a try." She looked at him with sheer determination, the same way she looked at any task that''s she willing to work hard on.


    Su Feng smiled, towering over her with his height, reaching down to caress her soft cheek. She nearly gasped at his touch. Her eyes averted from his deep, affectionate gaze, and she puffed her cheeks in embarrassment.


    What was she thinking? She was not the type to give in so easily, and yet when she noticed how angry he was, she realized how much she offended him.


    After all, she needed to know now of the possibility of their relationship. Today was the day she welcomed him or shut him out of her heart, forever. However, she was still afraid of letting him in.


    "Is that what you want?" He asked, his tone low and smoky, his gaze lingering on her lips.


    She felt herself get lost in the depths of his soothing voice. Instead of feeling nervous and erratic, she felt calm. She nodded to give him an answer.


    Song Ren stepped forward, daring herself to let go of the massive walls, protected by titans she kept around her heart for so long. Slowly, she leaned in on him and met Su Feng with a warm and soft embrace.


    Su Feng held onto her gently, cradling her head, stroking her back and breathing in her scent as he seemed to have longed for it. Song Ren glanced at him, meeting his piercing blue eyes that reflected a pool of rough waves.


    His scorching stare was hot and hungry, and he leaned in, their breaths lingering on each other''s mouths, waiting, afraid.


    "RENNNNN¡ªOh, OH. Sorry!" Jinyi yelled from the balcony door, closing the windows to her room swiftly.


    Song Ren stepped away from him and composed herself quickly. She stole a glance at his face, his expression full of hunger and want.


    "Let''s go inside," she suggested.


    Song Ren and Su Feng walked inside Song Mansion. They overheard Song Jinyi gossip with Qian Meigui, and they smiled at each other, playfully. They went to their respective rooms to change and sleep.


    It was 2 A.M. when Su Feng woke to use the bathroom. As he finished and returned down the hall, Song Ren left her room, meeting him halfway while holding a reusable water bottle.


    Song Ren wore a tight nightgown that hugged every part of her body. They both did not expect to see each other, and it was like earlier again. Su Feng stared at her with an intense look of longing. His eyes lingered at specific parts of her body, shamelessly appreciating her.


    Song Ren instinctively covered herself.


    "Ren," he called out to her with something similar to pleading in his voice, needing.


    Song Ren stepped closer towards him, reacting to him like a magnet. And within the next moment, they embraced each other hard. Their lips clashed like steel swords, except instead of sparing, they merged. The water bottle she held dropped on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. The kiss was hot and desperate, like all those years of wanting and hating and not knowing what to do with their uncertain feelings.


    In school, they had to hate each other, as expected of rivals. And they did, but that hate slowly transformed into something they could not explain, did not anticipate.


    Su Feng''s hands roamed her body freely, and she gasped against his lips. Quickly, he stole her breath away by stealing a kiss. And they held onto each other as if they were plummeting from the edge of the earth.


    Song Ren stepped back as Su Feng moved forward, not separating. The distance between them grew smaller until she was back up against the wall until he lifted one of her legs over his waist and caressed it. She held onto him, pulling his collar and face forward for a deeper kiss.


    Song Ren was inexperienced, but she let a few men kiss her in the past. But this time, it felt as if it was natural to respond to him. She felt like this was right. He kissed her until she ran out of breath; only then did he leave her lips.


    Their breaths intertwined, and their chests rose and fell. Song Ren felt something hard against her body and blushed at his reaction.


    "Not tonight, Su Feng," She said.


    "I know," he breathed in her neck. Su Feng knew that he had to be patient with her. It was the only way to grasp her heart entirely.


    Song Ren glanced at him and gave him one long, gentle, and passionate kiss. A promise of a future.

 Chapter 32：Case

    The next morning, Su Feng bid the Song siblings farewell for now. When it came to Song Ren''s turn, she nodded at him, reserving any affection. He grinned as he took his overnight case and walked out of the house, his presence leaving her empty.


    Song Ren was not sure what she thought about his departure. Some part of her felt relief. Relief so she can gather her thoughts and feelings and senses before she commits herself to their relationship. But as the heiress to a large company, her duty must come before desire.


    Su Feng assured her that he confidently wanted to marry her, but she didn''t know how deeply his feelings ran. Perhaps he was like her. Unsure of what they felt, short-sighted by their past, and overwhelmed with their emotions. Song Ren had liked him in the past; she could not give him her entirety yet. She was afraid that once her feelings ran deep again, then it would not reciprocate like once before.


    - -


    Qian Meigui spent long hours and restless nights to prepare for the case defending Song Pharmaceuticals from a family claiming to have almost threatened their young son''s life.


    The family is from lower-class suffering from poverty. Qian Meigui always sympathized for the working class and knew that she would have to be careful working with this case. She wants to defend the company, but also prevent the other party from suffering.


    Qian Meigui was going to meet the family today with lawyer Wen Zhaohui, as the representative of the company.


    Wen Zhaohui was one of the son''s of Wen Guozhi, the owner of Wen Law Firm.


    The Jian family was scheduled to meet them at Wen Law Firm with their representatives. Mr. And Mrs. Jian arrived with their lawyer, without their son.


    Respectfully, Qian Meigui rose to offer Mrs. Jian a handshake, who walked past her like filth. Qian Meigui smiled grimly and sat in her seat to mask the awkwardness.


    Mr. And Mrs. faces were long and grave, as they stared at Qian Meigui.


    "Where is President Ren?" asked Mrs. Jian.


    Qian Meigui cleared her throat, "President Ren has urgent matters to attend to, so we are here on her behalf."


    Mrs. Jian rolled her eyes, "Wealthy people believe that they could do what they want and escape the consequences."


    "Mrs. Jian, this is Song Mei. Although our president is not here today, she allowed her sister to be a representative. Our president takes every matter seriously and believes that Song Mei was better suited to fit this case," Wen Zhaohui clarified bluntly.


    Mrs. Jian stared at Qian Meigui with a hard, unfriendly gaze.


    "Mrs. Jian," Qian Meigui began politely, "We want to make sure everything goes smoothly today. We will cooperate as we expect you to as well."


    "Very Well then," Mrs. Jian said.


    Wen Zhaohui began, "the plaintiff is accusing that the defendant¡ªcompany Song Pharmaceuticals¡ªhas sold defective products resulting in injuries of the plaintiff''s son, is this correct?"


    "Yes," Mrs. Jian said. "They tried to kill my son and use him as an experiment."


    "This is a severe accusation Mrs. Jian," Wen Zhaohui claimed, "if we proceed with this, you must make sure that you have the proper evidence to support your case. Otherwise, we can countersue."


    "You would sue a low-income family? For what money? The Song family is abundant in wealth," Mrs. Jian looked toward Qian Meigui, "And you want to ruin a family that has nothing?"


    "Mrs. Jian, you are right," Qian Meigui began, "This is about business."


    "You''re accusing the company of a serious offence, which is harmful to the business. But this is not about the reputation of the company¡ªno. This about the thousands of jobs that you can put on the line for something that may not even be true. For something that may be motivated by self-interest."


    "Let me rephrase if you are right, we will compensate how much you want and submit a public apology, but if you are wrong, we will sue for defamation. Our company has been built based on trust and integrity; we do not risk lives; we save them. Therefore, we do our best to ensure the health of our consumers," Qian Meigui finished.


    Mrs. Jian''s eyes were hard and cold, unforgiving. It appeared that even with her words, she would not convince the family to step away from burying themselves.


    "I don''t take the words of a spoiled heiress seriously," Mrs. Jian said.


    "Mrs. Jian, I don''t want to sue your family, that''s the last thing I want. I am merely allowing you to step away. We can compensate for the fees of your lawyer and time, but we do not expect us to pay millions of yuan without a fair trial to begin."


    "I want a trial; I want justice," Mrs. Jian stated.


    "Very well then," Qian Meigui said, "thank you for your time."


    The Jian''s left the room, and Qian Meigui decided to prepare more for the case. But she realized she might need the help of an individual she had been avoiding.

 Chapter 33：Sheng, I Need Your Help

    One Week Later:


    It had been a few weeks since Song Sheng adjusted to his new position at Song Entertainment. Song Sheng worked as a producer, overseeing pitches for new films, investing in productions, and occasionally editing scripts. He worked closely with his grandfather, the chairman of the company, along with some of his cousins.


    When he arrived, the tension felt strained. Song Sheng barely interacted with most of his family due to the relationship of his father straying away from them. However, most of the issues had nothing to do with the younger generations. Thus, it was easier to transition with the assistance of some of his other family members.


    Now, his Grandfather Chairman Song entrusts him to take on large projects as he showed improved results in the company since he joined.


    Song Sheng appeared on several sets to oversee the progress of specific productions when he received a phone call from Xiao Mei. He ignored the calls and proceeded with work. Song Sheng wondered what she had to say, but he felt the distance between them was well needed. They had not seen each other since that night in his apartment, and he spent longs hours at work trying to forget.


    In the late afternoon, he returned to the office where he had a meeting with Yu Qingge, an A-list actress that played as the main lead on several productions with a large fanbase. Song Sheng needed her to sign a contract with Song Entertainment to appease the producers as they did not want to hire a new actress, despite Song Sheng trying to convince them.


    Yu Qingge felt appalled when she heard that Song Entertainment wanted to sign her. Her manager spent long nights trying to convince her to attend the meeting, despite wanting to join top Entertainment companies like Empire Entertainment and Diamond Entertainment. She was a celebrity, and it only fitted to work with the high production companies.


    Her manager forced Yu Qingge to attend, so she wore an outfit that did not scream success and paired it with sunglasses.


    When she walked in, the conference room was simple with glass walls. Yu Qingge walked in and waited with her manager. After waiting for five minutes, several people walked in. Yu Qingge turned around after observing the room and was breathless when she saw the tall, handsome man that stood in the middle. He approached her and said, "Hello Miss Yu, I am Song Sheng. It is great to meet you."


    Yu Qingge removed her sunglasses stunned by his handsome face through her tinted frames.


    "Hello Mr. Song," she said with utmost curiosity.


    Song Sheng was someone Yu Qingge has heard from mentions. But she did not realize how young and beautiful his features were. He had jet-black hair that spilled over his beautiful golden-brown eyes; they almost looked like hazel. She stood rooted when Song Sheng sat to take his seat.


    "Miss Yu, would you like to join Song Entertainment?" Song Sheng asked. After skimming through the contract, she responded, "Yes, I agree to the terms," before signing the pages. "Thank you for considering us," said he.


    Song Sheng stood up and left the conference room. Yu Qingge stared at the back of his silhouette. She knew that she was a beautiful woman, and regardless if he had a woman, she would gladly steal him away.


    Yu Qingge rose and walked out of the room, shortly after Song Sheng and his colleagues. A delicate-looking you woman who stood confident and bold approached Song Sheng without an escort. The man''s reserved and cold face flashed something like surprise. The woman was beautiful with soft brown waves for hair, and a round face. She held a briefcase in hand, and she looked like someone of a great profession.


    Quickly, the woman followed Song Sheng into a private room and closed the door behind them. It appeared that Yu Qingge found her competitor. And although the girl seemed smart, she seemed particularly dull. Therefore it would not take long to seduce the handsome-looking producer.


    Song Sheng''s meetings were all done, and he was able to go home. When he left the conference room, he caught sight of Qian Meigui. It had only been a week, but something about her changed. She seemed to be self-assured and bold with her posture and not afraid of any encounters. From the first look, she did not appear to talk to him about something other than business. Therefore, he said "Follow me," and guided her into a private room.


    As soon as they entered, the atmosphere was awkward and tense, but she immediately set her briefcase down on the table. She opened and pulled out the documents, and said: "Sheng, I need your help."

 Chapter 34：Work Together

    "Sheng, I need your help."


    Song Sheng''s face held no emotions; therefore, it was hard to decipher how to he felt, what he was thinking. But she came to look for him for another reason.


    "I thought so. You wouldn''t have looked for me if it wasn''t so," Song Sheng said.


    Qian Meigui nodded in agreement. "You weren''t answering your calls, so I came here instead."


    Song Sheng looked at her, eyes calm, his face tight. "I''m sorry; I was busy."


    "No need," Qian Meigui responded bluntly.


    "Why are you here?" he asked.


    "I need your help on a case I am working on."


    Song Sheng was stunned, "Case?" he questioned.


    Song Sheng raised a brow, but he looked worried.


    "Don''t worry, I already know how to defend them, but I need you to help me more on investigative matters. I believe that they are lying to obtain more money, but the plaintiff seems confident," said Qian Meigui.


    Song Sheng placed his hands in pocket, leaning back on the table. He smiled as Qian Meigui rolled her eyes. "What is it?" she asked unkindly.


    "You''ve grown," he said with a smile. Qian Meigui gritted her teeth in annoyance. He would always treat her like a child needing to be taken care of! But since Ren gave her this opportunity, she realized she would no longer be the one to depend on her family or others. She will take these matters and conquer them, and it was about time Song Sheng realized it too.


    "I have grown up long ago," she corrected him. Song Sheng''s jaw tightened. She strung a chord in him. Perhaps he did not expect her to say that, or anything.


    "What help do you require?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui pulled out documents. "I want to find out how her son went to Anaphaytic shock on a pill that eases the pain for patients recovering from broken bones; it''s another version of the pain-killer."


    Song Sheng listened to Qian Meigui diligently as she presented the circumstances of the case. Some aspects made sense, but others did not quite add up. It would be easy to believe the family, even he was almost convinced. However, Qian Meigui picked up a factor that changed the tide, and he was impressed.


    "I have done background checks and tests on our drugs; what I also need is a list of his allergies, a time and place of when it happened, and who he was with at the time. I need all these details confirmed."


    "And you couldn''t hire a private detective because?" He asked.


    Qian Meigui released a breath. "Because I think someone planned this to happen. I think someone is after Song Pharmaceuticals. I can''t confirm yet nor tell Ren. And I think that''s why the family is taking this personally."


    "You never planned to sue them for defamation?" he asked.


    "No," she began, "I gave them an empty threat. I wanted to see if they had any part of this, but now I''m not so sure. Regardless, I won''t countersue."


    "And you need someone you can trust?" He asked.


    "Of course, I need to know for sure before I bring this up to anyone else. Will you help me?" She asked.


    Song Sheng stared at her deeply. "I will help," he said. Qian Meigui packed her briefcase and said, "I will see you in a few days, then."


    Song Sheng nodded in acknowledgement. "Come to the mansion so we may work together," she said at the threshold. And she left without another word.


    Song Sheng contemplated deeply. But he had to help his sisters. Two years ago, he helped Qian Meigui find information about her parents; it was only inevitable that he would help her again. But he knew that meant long hours working together would soon approach. But he set the boundaries between them, and it seemed as she caught onto it. She never pressed on what occurred between them.

 Chapter 35：Sights On You (1)

    After a busy week with school and work, Song Ren found herself with a day off. She woke in the morning, feeling strange that she had nothing to do. Song Ren switched her phone on and found no messages.


    She wondered why Su Feng had not contacted her, but even she never put in the effort to reach out to him. Perhaps, he too was busy. But she wondered what their relationship was. Now that they shared a kiss, she realized that it was more than what they could ignore.


    Song Ren buried her head in the bedsheet and blushed at the memory. She had kissed some men before, but this was different. He met her with equal passion, and it made her feel wanted more than her beauty and brains.


    Song Ren stirred out of bed and changed into casual clothing. None of her siblings were home; therefore, she felt that driving around the city would kill time. She ran around to complete some errands when late in the evening she found herself near Sun Group.


    After staying in the parking lot for half an hour, she delved the courage to leave the car and walked into the front of Sun Group.


    At the front of the receptionist, there was tight security all around with the latest technology. Song Ren walked up to the receptionist and asked, "May I see Su Feng?"


    "Do you have an appointment Miss?"


    Song Ren shook her head, "No." She was afraid to use her name and status because a part of her did not want to be arrogant, but another part of her was worried that she was nothing yet.


    "I know he may be busy, but can you tell him Song Ren is here to see him?"


    The receptionist called the office urgently. Although she did not recognize the woman, she could immediately recognize her name. But what is this heiress doing at Sun Group?


    The call was picked up by Su Feng''s secretary Xia Lanfen. "Su Feng''s office?"


    "Can you tell the president that Song Ren of Song Pharmaceuticals is here to see him."


    Song Ren? Xia Lanfen thought. As part of her job, she must report everything to her boss. Therefore, she hung up the phone, knocked outside of his office.


    She noticed that Su Feng was still in a meeting. Therefore she called back and said, "Mr. Feng is busy at the moment, but I can squeeze her in after, would she like to wait upstairs?"


    "Yes, that would be great," the front receptionist said and hung up the call. She turned to Song Ren and said, "he can see you after his meeting, but in the meantime, you can wait upstairs."


    "Thank you," Song Ren said before another employee came to escort her. The employee was Su Feng''s secretary. She was shorter than her, face innocent and delicate, but she also looked as if she was inexperienced judging by her posture.


    Xia Lanfen did not expect that the woman from the other time was Song Ren! That made things more complicated. Was there something between them? Or did she stay over that night discussing about the business? Xia Lanfen decided to test it.


    In her view, Song Ren was tall; her face was composed and aloof, her straight black hair framed her back.


    Xia Lanfen guided her into the meeting room where Su Feng was alone with the daughter of a rich biotechnician. At the same time they walked in, the heiress was sitting on Su Feng''s lap. Even Xia Lanfen was stunned, but she knew that the daughter would be trying to seduce him, it was like killing two birds with one stone.


    Song Ren''s eyes flashed with something like surprise but quickly turned into stoic resignation. Song Ren then said, "Sorry for the interruption," before turning her heel, striding away quickly with her hair swaying behind her.


    Su Feng immediately chased after her.

 Chapter 36：Sights On You (2)

    Su Feng had a meeting with an heiress; forced by her father as a term to join the company. He knew that she fancied him, but he hoped that a casual dinner would do well to appease them. He did not expect the heiress to pull a move on him. And in the middle of it, Song Ren had entered the room.


    He chased after her immediately, not sparing the technician''s daughter nor his secretary. He ran after to her, and when Song Ren entered the elevator, he stopped the doors from closing. He held them apart, panting breathlessly. But she wasn''t looking at him.


    Song Ren''s face was cold and her eyes were distant. She looked past Su Feng where Xia Lanfen stood next to the wealthy woman. Her eyes met Su Feng''s secretary, shooting her a sharp look of disdain. Impulsively, Song Ren pulled Su Feng forward by his collar, turning him sideways, grazing his lips with hers passionately as the elevator shaft closed, leaving the two women dumbfounded.


    Su Feng was momentarily shocked. His eyes widened, and his lips parted open. It took a few seconds to meet the kiss with equal passion.


    When she let go of his collar, Su Feng grabbed one of her wrists gently and dominated the kiss. Song Ren protested but he did not let go of her. When Song Ren saw the girl on his lap, she could not help but feel agitated. She was angry, but she was not sure whom she was angry with.


    In the midst of their kissing, Song Ren bit his lip and kneed him near the groin. Su Feng staggered back, his face flushed, his teeth clenched with desire. He looked so adorable that Song Ren almost forgave him on the spot.


    The elevator shaft opened and she walked away coolly, leaving Su Feng behind. He followed her into the lobby. When she tried to leave, he pulled her by the wrist into a private room that was opened by his card key. She twirled to face him when he pushed her against a wall. The lights of the room were dim. His lips were red with a bit of a swell, and she was embarrassed for doing that to him. But her face remained stoic in front of his eyes.


    He blocked her by placing her between his arms, his face inched toward her. Song Ren''s expression did not change, resigning and devoid of emotion.


    "Why did you come here?" he asked. His eyes gazing at her lips.


    "I came to visit you," she said nonchalantly.


    "Why?" he breathed. His eyes almost pierced through her, it was full of want and unfinished desire. She wondered when did he start looking at her like that?


    She stepped closer, teasing him with how close they were. She knew he would not dare to make a move as she earlier expressed what would happen if he did.


    "I wanted to see you," she admitted calmly, "but then I saw a woman on your lap and felt that you didn''t really need my company. Hmm, it''s a shame."


    Su Feng gritted his teeth, "I am not with her; I did not expect her to pull a move on me," he said.


    Su Feng missed her. It had only been a week, but he wanted to grant Song Ren some space, and he still couldn''t accept how he felt about her. In school, they were enemies. He did not like her; he loathed her. But when he noticed the flash of hurt in her eyes when she saw him, he knew that it something great and deep. He did love her, he realized before and now. He always thought about marriage as something political, and now that there may be love possibly involved, he was afraid.


    Su Feng inched closer to her face, "I only have my sights on you," he admitted with confidence. He was afraid of pushing her over the edge. He did not want to lose her before he even had the chance to have her. He knew he was a bastard. He was afraid of his feelings, but he did not realize he was hurting Song Ren in the process. He hung his head low.


    "Oh?" she said, "but I knew that already."


    Su Feng glanced up at her, "What?" he asked.


    Song Ren smiled genuinely, he was dumbfounded. "I was supposed to wait for you outside. Your secretary took me in to see that on purpose, no less. I knew you were in a meeting, and you looked uncomfortable."


    "I''m sorry for kissing you," she continued, "I know that girl was forcing you. And I ended up forcing myself on you too but I couldn''t help it."


    Su Feng stepped closer, placing his forehead on hers. "Please," he breathed. "Don''t resign from me. Take advantage and use me however you like, Ren. I don''t mind one bit."


    Song Ren knew that the secretary did what she did on purpose. That was why she was forgiving Su Feng. The woman that flirted with him was going to force herself upon him. Luckily, she arrived on time. Although she knew that Su Feng was someone who fooled around in the past with women; she knew he was a man of his word. The other day, he promised himself to her, and it remains etched in her heart.


    She also wanted him to chase her. It only confirmed the insecurity she was feeling. She reached out to caress his cheeks, assuring him some comfort.


    "This is so strange," she said.


    "How so?" Su Feng responded.


    "We hated each other before. And now we''re like this."


    Su Feng smiled and kissed her forehead lightly. "Perhaps it was supposed to be like this. You''re going to be my wife, so I shall give you the full benefits of being your husband."


    Song Ren smiled at him.


    "And how about we go out tonight?" he suggested.


    "Not tonight," she said, "I have school and work tomorrow"


    Song Ren flushed. "Weekend?" she asked.


    "Yes. My family lives outside the city, five hours away. We are going to stay with them for three days," he said.


    Song Ren contemplated. That meant she had to stay with him for a few days, but she remembered that he stayed over at her house for a few days, and perhaps it would be like that.


    "All right," she answered, "I will come with you."


    It was about time she met his family.

 Chapter 37：Lets Get To Work (1)

    Qian Meigui spent mornings and afternoons finalizing the aspects of the case. She looked over documents and read articles about modern medicine. She had a brief knowledge of biomedical science since it was mainly the profession of the Song''s. Therefore, as a last resort, she requested Song Sheng''s help to uncover the truth.


    Song Sheng studied both business and science, similar to Song Ren. Qian Meigui knew that Song Sheng could adapt to any job or proposition that presented to him. Therefore, it did not surprise her when he announced his departure from the Pharmaceutical company to join the Entertainment Industry. The Song''s were wealthy because of business in entertainment, so it was inevitable that one of them gravitated towards that profession.


    It was in her instinct that there was going to be more than what the Jian family led on for the lawyers to believe. She knew that Song Ren would have accepted the loss and compensated for any harm done, but Qian Meigui would only help the family when the case closed. In the meantime, she will work to find the truth.


    Qian Meigui worked in Song Rui''s library. There were shelves full of books from various genres. It was her favourite place before she invaded Song Sheng''s room to study with him. Qian Meigui smiled at the memory, but it quickly faded when she frowned, their relationship was not like how it used to be.


    "I''m here," Qian Meigui shouted.


    The large vintage-style doors opened, with Jinyi popping her head over. She smiled, "Sheng, is here."


    Qian Meigui nodded, her gaze returning to her documents and notes.


    She heard the sound of entering, closing the door, and shuffling across the room. Qian Meigui did not have to look up to know Song Sheng was there. She recognized the pattern of his footsteps; Song Sheng''s presence often made her shudder, and most of the time, she found it hard to breathe when he was around.


    This time she prevented her breath from hitching, by subtly biting her lip down. He set his briefcase down on the table, unlatched and revealed documents. He sat down. Qian Meigui could feel his lingering stare, but she pretended that she engrossed in her work.


    "Hello, Xiao Mei," he said low, with a slightly throaty tone. "Hello," she bluntly responded while highlighting some parts of her sheets with a marker.


    The air was awkward, but Qian Meigui remained composed. Abruptly, she glanced at him with a reserved glance. She practiced her resignation as often as she studied Song Ren''s expressions this past week. Qian Meigui realized that she was an open book, many anticipated how she felt. But Song Ren and Song Sheng were good at revealing nothing, and therefore to understand him, she must become what he was.


    Song Sheng slid his documents from his briefcase in front of Qian Meigui. She glanced down at them, picked them up and observed them. "I found everything you needed," he began.


    "Some medicines can cause an allergic reaction, but they are not true allergies. They have similar symptoms caused by different ways of consuming them."


    "Indeed," Qian Meigui said.


    "Also, at the time of placement of the incident was public. Therefore, there is a chance that another substance could cause a reaction. The patient had to take medicine every eight hours, timed. And it was unlikely for the allergy to be severe. You are right Mei; some factors don''t add up."


    Qian Meigui nodded in acknowledgement.


    "But, I looked at the hospital records. It was the only thing consumed during that period. It appears that the drug looked like it caused it."


    "But allergies can be airborne or touched," Qian Meigui responded.


    "Precisely," Song Sheng said. "I am not quite sure if the family is involved. It would be cruel to think they would risk their son. They also did not have penicillin. It could be a third factor that we do not quite know."


    "So would this be difficult to prove?" Qian Meigui asked.


    Song Sheng gazed right into her eyes, "Yes," he said gravely.


    Qian Meigui sighed. "Then we need to work more diligently."


    Song Sheng cleared his throat, "I agree."


    "Let''s get to work then," she said.


    "Mhm."


    A few hours passed, and Qian Meigui occasionally glanced up at him. Her gaze never lingered for too long, afraid that she would get caught. Song Sheng was working diligently between his laptop and writing down documents. He wore a black turtle neck sweater and grey trousers. His golden eyes narrowed in deep focus. She recalled moments before when he studied late nights. Before, they worked parallel. But they never worked together before today.


    Occasionally, he would bring up a point, asking her for her opinion. Qian Meigui would respond, and they discussed theories. At some point in the late evening, documents were spread out across the table in a messy fashion. The two of them colour coded and organized what they could think of to collect for the case.


    Around 3 A.M., Qian Meigui woke up. She opened her eyes, which gradually widened at how close her face was towards Song Sheng. The lights were dim, and the distance between them was so short that she could count the freckles on his face. Abruptly, she raised her head from the table and noticed Song Sheng, too, was fast asleep.


    They both worked so hard that they fell into a slumber. Qian Meigui slowly rose, approached him, and heard his deep breathing. His long eyelashes fluttered against his upper cheeks gently. His eyebrows furrowed as if he felt uncomfortable. She reached out to touch him, hesitated, then continued. At first touch, he was scorching.


    Qian Meigui pressed her hand against his forehead and bent down to hear his breathing again. His head felt feverish, and he wheezed in between breaths. She recalled Song Sheng''s throaty voice earlier and felt foolish for not realizing sooner that he was sick.


    But why didn''t he say anything? His expression appeared to be restless, and she concluded that he must be overworking himself.


    Qian Meigui attempted to wake him.

 Chapter 38：Let’s Get To Work (2)

    Qian Meigui poked Song Sheng as an attempt to wake him. He stirred, groggily opening his eyes in a daze. His breath shortened, trying to breathe as his fever progressed.


    Qian Meigui scooped him up, over her shoulder. "I''ll take you to your old room," she said. Song Sheng nodded with his head hung low. She guided him to the second floor and supported him like dead weight. He slowly shuffled until they reached the threshold of his bedroom.


    Qian Meigui opened the door, and they both entered. Nothing in his room changed, as if time stood still ¡ª all of his photos, books, journals, and agendas positioned in the same place. Memories flooded her mind, and she felt the intense feeling of nostalgia.


    Whenever they stayed up studying, they always wounded up sleeping under the covers of his bed. Qian Meigui always felt most protected and safe when she was next to him. It never occurred to her that she felt something more profound, even back then.


    It was when she turned twenty did he start locking his room, shutting her out and she never understood why. Slowly, he grew more distant until he disappeared entirely, forbidding her a chance to speak to him about their friendship.


    Qian Meigui fell with a soft thud against the carpet, glancing up at the ceiling and looked over at Song Sheng who rested his body on top of her. His black hair spilled over his closed eyes, but his chest rose and fell deeply. Qian Meigui pushed him over and helped him up again. He stumbled toward his bed until he climbed under the covers.


    Song Sheng felt warm, so he kicked the blankets away. Qian Meigui went to the kitchen to collect a bowl of cold water with some rags. She returned to his room and submerged the cloth into the water, squeezing, and placing it on his forehead. She dabbed another cloth to clean the sweat from his body. He trembled slightly, and she waited until his shaking stopped.


    Qian Meigui then sat him up and placed some medicine in his mouth through a spoon, waiting for him to swallow the contents down. She fed him some water, and his temperature steadied.


    After Qian Meigui wiped the sweat off his body, she began to stroke the hair away from his forehead gently. His tense face softened, and his breathing deepened into a sleeping rhythm. She continued to stroke his head with soothing touches. She smiled to herself. Why does Sheng always get to this point? It was not the first time.


    Qian Meigui observed him. In his sleep, his reserved expressions disappear entirely, replaced a soft and gentle face. Qian Meigui reached down to grab his hand and proceeded to linger touches on his palm.


    "You''ll get better," she said. Qian Meigui felt his hand tighten around hers as he slept. She silently cursed him. Her thoughts travelled back to the time he kissed her¡ªno, he almost devoured her. Had he been conscious a bit longer, they would have done more than a hungry kiss. But to him, it was the desire of the body, whereas, for her, she wanted him because he was Song Sheng.


    Qian Meigui wondered how she let herself get to this point. Song Sheng was her legal brother. And though they are not blood-related, it would be considered a taboo to the outside world. Perhaps Song Sheng was right to stop what they could have done. Had they submitted to their lust, it would drive a wedge between their family, the family she is indebted.


    The Song''s gave her a home, a family, a new life, and acting on her feelings for Song Sheng was selfish. She never considered his emotions or the feelings of others. Now, she realized that she would have to bury him deep in her heart.


    --


    The next morning, Song Sheng woke in a familiar place. He blinked and looked around the space to recognize his old room. His body felt sore from the fever he fought overnight. Song Sheng knew he overworked himself, but he did not want to let Qian Meigui down. So he came to the Song Mansion regardless of him facing the early symptoms.


    Song Sheng looked over to see Qian Meigui''s upper half of her body resting next to his. She was sitting upright on a chair, and some things surrounded her¡ªa bowl, medicine, and some cloths. He was now sure that she watched over him overnight. And he wondered why he dreamt so well. He propped his head on a fist and gazed at her. Qian Meigui''s hand was close to his. Song Sheng reached out to touch the back of her palm. And his fingers danced and entwined with hers, without waking her. Qian Meigui never stirred, but he watched her until she began to lift herself.


    Song Sheng quickly retreated his hand when she rose. Qian Meigui yawned, "how do you feel?" she asked.


    "I''m better now," he responded with gratitude in his tone.


    Qian Meigui smiled. It was the first time she had smiled in weeks. He missed her, and suddenly, he was entranced. Her smile was warm and bright, and he had to look away to cover the blooming flush on his face. Qian Meigui was someone special to him, and she could never know the depths of his feelings toward her.


    Qian Meigui left and shortly returned with a tray of food and an energy drink on the side to provide him with some electrolytes. Song Jinyi and Song Jun popped into the room with her, curious and worried. At the sight of his siblings, he felt some relief. He missed the twins dearly; they were his family. And because they were ten years apart, the twins were always attached to him when they were younger.


    "Are you all right?" asked Jinyi in a worried tone. Song Sheng smiled, arm locked her head, attacking her and ruffling her hair. "Ah, quit it, Sheng," she said.


    "He damn well looks all right," Song Jun said.


    Jinyi threw a pillow at Song Jun, interrupting his words. She then approached him, pulling him by the ear, saying "you''re so rude," she said as she dragged him out of the room, leaving Qian Meigui and Song Sheng alone.


    Song Sheng took the tray Qian Meigui held and began to feed himself. She watched him quietly before saying, "I''m sorry for making you work so hard."


    Song Sheng lowered his spoon and looked at her directly, "It''s no bother, Mei. You can ask me for help anytime," he said with a smoky and magnetic voice.


    "you''re willing to help me all the way?" she asked.


    "Yes," he began, "I will always be there for you." Qian Meigui''s lips parted, "Just I would for Song Ren and the twins."


    Qian Meigui''s fists clenched above her knees, and she unclasped them to prevent him from noticing. She needed confirmation, and she received it. But she can''t help but feel overwhelmed with sadness.


    A moment after, someone entered the room. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng both looked towards the door ajar, where Song Ren peered through. She wore a long coat over her formal dress, carrying a briefcase. Her face severe and taut as usual, but she meant business.


    "Hello," Song Ren said, "I heard Sheng is helping with the case?"


    "How did you¡ª? Qian Meigui began.


    "I know," Song Ren said, "And I want to know what you two have been up to," she demanded.

 Chapter 39：Why Dont You Stay? (1)

    Song Ren sat on the armchair next to Song Sheng''s bed. She sized her brother up and said, "so are you going to explain, or will it be Song Mei?"


    "It''s nice to see you too, Ren," responded Song Sheng sarcastically.


    Song Ren''s lips twitched, "Likewise brother."


    Qian Meigui bit her lips down quickly before composing herself. She walked around the bed frame and found a space in front of Song Sheng. Qian Meigui sat and said, "I asked Sheng for help."


    "I see," she began, "then it must be worst than I thought." Song Ren kept her arms crossed below her chest, calculating and thinking. She shot a glance at Qian Meigui, "What do you suspect?" she asked her with a neutral tone.


    Qian Meigui rose to take documents from Song Sheng''s nightstand, she handed them over to Song Ren and returned to her seat on the bed. "There is a pattern with similar accusations within the company. Our father¡ªSong Rui¡ªhas been letting the legal department take these matters without looking into them properly for years. Sooner or later, an accusation, such as the case with the Jian''s, might spread over the media. Then it will be difficult to control."


    After Qian Meigui spoke her piece, she realized that Song Ren and Song Sheng were quiet. Song Sheng''s mouth was slightly agape, stunned. While Song Ren wore a sly smile, Qian Meigui looked towards both of them, "What is it?" she asked.


    "You''re good," Song Ren said with a knowing smile. "What is it that you suggest I do?" she asked genuinely.


    "You need to address this publicly. You are the face of Song Pharmaceuticals now, and the public needs to see the integrity of the company. Show that you care, Ren, and then our competitors will never win. Those who are trying to bring you down will only feel foolish," said Qian Meigui seriously.


    Song Ren nodded, propping her elbow on the armchair, she tilted her head with a smile, "Xiao Mei, you are officially my legal representative," she said casually.


    "Eh?" Qian Meigui questioned. She was not sure what this meant. She was only part of the Public Relations Department and felt comfortable with her position. "I don''t have the credentials," she stated.


    "You do," Song Ren said. "I know you took courses in law behind father''s back." She continued, "I know that you still need the official qualifications; therefore, you need to go back to school for one more year."


    Qian Meigui looked at her sister with widened eyes. The sister who helped her face bullies in school and never wavered from a fight. She recalled times when Su Feng harrassed Song Ren, and she faced him with equal measure. Qian Meigui held back her emotions, deepening her gaze and said firmly, "I accept."


    "Good," Song Ren stated. Qian Meigui smiled shyly, feeling confused, excited, and anxious at the same time. She turned to face Song Sheng who gazed at her with a warm smile. Her heart lept, but she shook off the feeling. "Congratulations," he said with a deep magnetic voice.


    "Thank you," She said quietly.


    Qian Meigui rose, then approached the night table, "I am going to get something for Sheng," she said awkwardly before leaving the room hastily.


    Song Ren nodded. After Qian Meigui left the room, she turned to face her brother. "You''ve been awfully quiet Sheng. Are you not happy with her promotion?" she asked, almost demanding an answer from him.


    "That''s not it," he said irritated. "I''m proud of Mei, more than you can believe," he confirmed.


    "Then what is it?" Song Ren asked.


    Song Sheng looked away from her, "It''s nothing," he claimed.


    "Why are you helping us?" she asked curiously, "is the Entertainment Industry not complex enough for you?"


    "No. Isn''t it obvious? I am doing it to help my family."


    "And yet you left the Pharmaceutical company."


    "Are you still angry?" Song Sheng retorted.


    "No," she began to say gently, "but I feel as if you are always keeping things from me. I''m not a little girl anymore," she said.


    Song Sheng looked at his sister deeply, "I know," he said. "But don''t forget, we''re on each other''s team. So, I would never hesitate to help you."


    Song Ren''s gaze narrowed, "Sheng," Song Ren began with a slightly softer tone, "Don''t forget I am observant. I see and know things; it''s practically embedded in my mind, same as yours. Whatever you are keeping from me, I will find out soon. But all I know are fragments of Xiao Mei''s past, and I can see that she''s meant to be more than what our father prevented her from becoming. But it''s time to stop protecting her; Xiao Mei is more than capable of taking care of herself."


    Song Sheng lowered his guard. What does Song Ren know?


    Song Ren rose, straightening her long coat. At the same time, Qian Meigui walked into the room, holding a thermometer.


    "I will make a public announcement addressing the situation before I leave the city," she said.


    "Where are you going?" Qian Meigui asked curiously. Her eyebrow rose interested in what she had to say.


    "I am going to visit the Su villa," she said calmly.


    Qian Meigui smiled slyly. Song Ren rolled her eyes, "That bastard wants me to meet them," she claimed. Qian Meigui''s grin grew, "Don''t pretend that you don''t like him," she said. Song Ren''s eyebrow twitched. She turned her heel, her lengthy hair swayed, "Take care you two," she said as she left the bedroom, dismissing the topic.


    Qian Meigui stole a glance at Song Sheng, who was laying over the covers, and she approached him. He crossed his forearms behind his head, watching her movements. "I need to take your temperature," she said.


    "Mhm," he responded.


    Qian Meigui took his temperature, "you''re fever has subsided. You need a bit more rest."


    "Okay," he said.


    Qian Meigui cleaned up the room and said, "I''ll leave you to rest."


    Song Sheng furrowed his brows, "why don''t you stay?" he asked her.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted open slightly. How can he say something like that so calm and resolute?


    "All right," she finally answered.

 Chapter 40：Why Dont You Stay? (2)

    "Why don''t you stay?" Song Sheng asked.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted open slightly. How can he say something like that so calm and resolute?


    "All right," she finally answered, "I''ll be back." Qian Meigui went to the kitchen where she washed Song Sheng''s dishes.


    She returned to tidy his room, after spending most of the morning tending to him. She returned to her bedroom and changed into a new pair of clothing, knowing that they were going to stay at home all day.


    The twins have spent their day at school and would often return home late after studying. They refused to study in Song Rui''s library, knowing they would miss their parents.


    She wore a pair of satin pink collared shirt and shorts with slippers. Qian Meigui entered the room with a few snacks, where Song Sheng switched on the television to watch a film.


    Qian Meigui awkwardly approached the bed, placing the bowl of snacks in between them, and swiftly moved over the covers.


    She glanced over at Song Sheng who stared at the television, calm and composed while holding the remote control. She envied his composure, but she was still practicing herself. She stared at Song Sheng, trying to study his expressions.


    Song Sheng was still feverish, but judging by his posture, it seemed that he held back what he was feeling. And she wondered why he always did that, especially around her, he never expressed his true feelings.


    "Why are you staring so hard?" he asked, concerned, without glancing an eye at her.


    After a few moments, there was no answer. Song Sheng turned to face her. Qian Meigui''s eyebrows furrowed as if she were concentrating and her cheeks puffed in determination.


    Song Sheng chuckled and flicked her forehead. Qian Meigui pouted, "That hurt, stupid," she said as she rubbed her forehead.


    "You''re the stupid one," Song Sheng answered with a bright smile. His teeth gleamed, his eyes softened, and his one-sided dimple revealed. It felt like decades since she had last seen his genuine smile. It was playful yet warm. She looked at him, entranced, momentarily before she turned to face the television.


    "You haven''t answered my question," he pried.


    "And you don''t need an answer," she retorted.


    "Why not?" he asked playfully.


    Qian Meigui''s eyes shot at him, "How do you do it?" she asked, out of the blue.


    Song Sheng frowned, "Do what?"


    "Pretend as if you don''t feel any pain."


    Song Sheng''s eyes focused on her. Even while sitting, he was a head taller than her. Qian Meigui gazed back at him, calm and unwavering. Song Sheng reached out to ruffle her hair into a messy fashion, avoiding the question. Qian Meigui glared at him, but the air felt a bit stiff.


    To lighten the mood, Qian Meigui shifted closer to him, crossed her legs over the covers and dipped her fingers through the bowl of snacks.


    There were chocolates, cookies, and wrapped pastries. Qian Meigui took a piece of chocolate and handed one to Song Sheng. He took it from her hand, unwrapped the piece of candy and ate it.


    "I have work tomorrow," he said over the sound of the film and the crunching of his food.


    "Oh?" Qian Meigui answered, not knowing how else to respond.


    "Mhm," he began. "I will be on set all day tomorrow, but you can visit me after. We can after go to my apartment to continue our research."


    "Busy," he said, "But productions and investments are going steady."


    "You never told me why you left?" Qian Meigui mentioned curiously. She only knew that he wanted to change careers; thus, Song Sheng joined the Entertainment Industry.


    "I want to establish myself in Entertainment. Though I was good at science, I needed to pursue something I enjoy. Same as you, realizing now, that you are going to be a lawyer."


    "I see," Qian Meigui said. "But I have to complete more school."


    "As you should, Xiao Mei, if that''s what lead you to this point. You will be good at it."


    Qian Meigui smiled. The air between them softened into a great mood. Although they have shared a kiss in the apartment, they both had to forget what could have happened. It was for the best.


    Near the end of the film, Qian Meigui and Song Sheng ate, exchanged jokes and smiles, and spent the rest of the afternoon together. Their relationship was finally going back to normal, as it should.


    Unconsciously, Qian Meigui drifted asleep. Song Sheng heard the sound of deep breathing. She sprawled next to him; her wavy hair spread around her. She slept beautifully, and he found it a pity that she would never see it for herself.


    Qian Meigui flipped over, facing her back against him. She buried herself within the covers and sighed deeply in satisfaction. Song Sheng propped an elbow and gazed at her.


    Her hair was long enough to reach him. He picked up a strand and twirled it around his finger, playing the soft thickness of her hair. He reached out to stroke it gently, not harsh enough to wake her.


    His fingers moved from her mid-back upward to the nape of her neck. In his fevered daze, he reached out to embrace her tightly from behind and fell into the same rhythmic pattern of sleeping with her.

 Chapter 41：Its Time

    Qian Meigui''s eyes fluttered open. She stretched her arms out like a cat and yawned. Her hands patted around, looking for her phone and then she realized that she fell asleep in Song Sheng''s bed. It was still morning when she checked the time, but she had to attend to work soon.


    Initially, it did not feel strange waking in his room because she was accustomed to it two years ago. But this was not two years ago; today, the relationship between them strained, but after last night, they had grown a better understanding of one another. Perhaps it indeed was for the best.


    The bed space next to her was empty, but Qian Meigui''s body felt warm. Subconsciously, she hugged her waist, where her body heated the most. She shifted from the covers and made the bed. The rest of the room was sparkling clean, as Song Sheng must have tidied, knowing he would not come back.


    She opened the door, walking down the hall, sneakily, avoiding Song Jinyi and Song Jun. She heard the sound of dishes and cutlery clashing the marble island. They were having breakfast, she thought.


    Qian Meigui quickly visited the kitchen, grabbing an apple hurridly trying to go to work.


    "Bye," Qian Meigui heard Song Jinyi say.


    Qian Meigui glanced at the twins swiftly, yelling back, "See you two later!" She stumbled as she placed on her heels and went to the garage. Qian Meigui owned a grey Audi convertible. She drove to work, hoping to make it on time.


    --


    Song Ren was in her office, typing away when her secretary Yang Minzhe walked in. Song Ren was solely focused on her screen to notice him walk in.


    "President," he called out to her. Song Ren continued to type away speedily, her eyebrows furrowed and focused, not answering him. "It''s about the corporate meeting soon," he said.


    "Cancel the meeting," she said abruptly, her fingers not leaving the keyboard.


    "Why?" Yang Minzhe asked. He had followed Song Ren for years; therefore, he was never afraid to question her. Despite getting angry or annoyed most times, she would never let him go.


    "Can you arrange a public announcement? Request media outlets, preferably local industries. Let them know I am going to address the case concerning the Jian''s," she said.


    "Is that a good idea taking this publicly?" Yang Minzhe asked worryingly, "Would there not be any backlash?"


    Song Ren paused on the keyboard; she curled her fingers into a fist, "I have prepared for any outcome," she responded coolly. Song Ren knew the consequences of doing this, but there were also benefits. If she defends the company now, then they could never be questioned without proper evidence. Song Ren, like Qian Meigui, too, suspected that someone was behind the company''s downfall; she only wondered who was targeting them and why.


    Yang Minzhe wore a worried expression. "I know what you''re thinking. But it''s time."


    Yang Minzhe bowed and said, "It will be done by 2 p.m."


    Song Ren nodded, "Thank you."


    Yang Minzhe left the office. Song Ren rose, went to the staff room washroom. She tied her dress, fixed her makeup, adjusted the strands of her hair. She loosed a deep breath before leaving.


    It''s time.

 Chapter 42：Shes Someone Special To Me

    Qian Meigui arrived on time to work. She noticed the office was busier than usual. Staff members were jogging through the room, holding documents, and the phone rang endlessly. A staff member bumped into her, and the papers fell. It was Yang Minzhe.


    Qian Meigui reached down to help him, as he appeared to be in a hurry. "What''s going on?" she asked. "The president''s announcement will be today," he said.


    "Today?" Qian Meigui questioned. She knew that she was the one who suggested Song Ren address the public, but she hoped to have her wait a few more days.


    "But we''re not prepared," Qian Meigui continued. Yang Minzhe shrugged, "We can only hope for the best."


    "All right," Qian Meigui responded, determined. Song Ren has yet to address the public about anything. Even with her promotion, she had not been in the public eye. Song Rui valued privacy, and for years, all his children were rarely in front of cameras. Therefore, it''s a surprise to everyone in the office that Song Ren would deal with a minor case so publicly. But it was something necessary; it was a warning.


    Qian Meigui went to gather some essential executives of the company to witness this moment. She went outside of the building to see Yang Minzhe order a few employees to set up a podium with microphones of various sizes. Reporters and Media outlets have already arrived as soon as they heard, security surrounding the place.


    Qian Meigui stood and observed the setup. The announcement would take place in front of skyscraper building ¡ª the top floor with the title Song Corporation.


    As Qian Meigui approached one of the seats behind the podium, a few reporters approached her. "Who are you?" they asked.


    Qian Meigui wore her business clothing with a lanyard around her neck. She couldn''t lie, so she said, "I am the legal representative of President Song Ren."


    "What is your name?" The reporter asked.


    Qian Meigui swallowed hard, "My name is Song Mei," she spoke gently.


    The reporter''s face changed from curiosity to something like wide-eyed astonishment. "You''re the president''s sister?" asked he.


    "Yes," she responded.


    The reported then shouted to his friends, who all carried cameras. They ambushed her with the sound of cameras clicking. "It''s Song Mei," one of them shouted.


    Qian Meigui instinctively covered her face with an elbow. "No pictures, only videos that concern interviews please."


    Yang Minzhe approached in front of the podium and gestured everyone to lower their voices. The crowd quieted, and at the same time, the video cameras rolled.


    Song Ren entered the outdoor from the front of the company, wearing a tight dress that hugged all her curves. She wore a matching jacket over her shoulders, rather than wearing the sleeves. She topped her look with a pair of sunglasses, and she approached the podium in heels, calm and collective. Her long black hair swayed behind her, stunning the male-dominated crowd with her extraordinary beauty. Even with sunglasses, they could tell that she was beautiful.


    Song Ren stood at the podium, straightening her back. Her father has prepared her for years, for this exact moment. She looked at each member of the crowd, personally remembering each face that was present.


    She removed her sunglasses and placed them over her collar, revealing her golden-brown eyes. The sound of cameras clicking and whispers filled the open space.


    "Hello," a low and charming voice rang, "My name is Song Ren, and I am the President of Song Pharmaceuticals and Corporation."


    --


    Su Feng was playing cards with a group of friends in the home of an acquaintance. One of his friends switched on the local news.


    He focused solely on the cards when he heard one of his friends, who were sitting on the couch, said, "Is that the daughter of CEO Song Rui? I thought that the reason why he hid his children was that they were hideous. Who knew he was trying to hide them for this reason."


    "Yeah, they wanted to hide her from pervs like you," another friend said.


    "If she wants it, she can get it," the man said with a sly smile.


    "Same," the other friend responded, also smiling.


    Su Feng froze at their words. Song Rui had three daughters, but either way, he did not appreciate the way they spoke about her. Su Feng turned to face the television, his mouth slightly agape and stunned to see Song Ren on the screen. He approached the couch and stared at the girl, his woman.


    "Hey Feng, isn''t Song Ren, your opponent? Why is your jaw opened? That girl wouldn''t fuck you even if you were a prince," his jerk of a friend laughed. His other friends howled.


    Su Feng shot a frosty glare at them, the air chilling, his calm anger rose. "I don''t see why I hang out with dimwits like yourselves," he said low and deep while already placing on his jacket.


    "It''s a joke, Feng. Besides, who is she to you?" his acquaintance asked.


    "She''s someone special to me," he said clear and confidently. Su Feng straightened his collar and left the apartment complex without saying any more. His friends were left stunned.

 Chapter 43：Public Announcement

    "Hello," a low and charming voice rang, "My name is Song Ren, and I am the President of Song Pharmaceuticals and Corporation."


    The cameras continued to click. Song Ren felt nervous, but she composed herself quickly, her face hard and unwavering against the crowd of people. In front of the group, her nerves will be as hard as steel, and her expressions will never falter unexpectedly.


    "I am glad to be of service to the public. My main goal is to ensure the integrity of the company, and that we prioritize the health of our country," Song Ren began to say tactfully. "As the future CEO, I will be responsible and take every move and action seriously going forward, as I did as an intern before taking this new position," she paused.


    "My team is motivated by the people who are underrepresented in our community. Our goal is to reach out to patients who cannot afford medicine or hospitalization. We create to help everyone, despite their social status or income. We offer clinics across the country that serve our citizens; the money comes last, and the patient comes first. We provide medicine that is affordable and effective, and we continue to maintain our reputation as one of the greatest health companies, not just in China, but globally."


    Song Ren softened her face, her voice, "I, Song Ren, as president will ensure that we think of you first, because we care. I care," she finished.


    Qian Meigui looked toward her. It was rare for Song Ren to show a side of her that was gentle and genuine, and yet when she faced the public, she was not afraid to prove it. She did not express fragility nor helplessness, or white lotus; she addressed her audience by showing who she was.


    "Any questions?" She asked the reporters, who held sketchpads and notebooks in hand, with their colleagues facing her with a camera.


    She pointed out to one of them, and the journalist stood. "President Ren, I want to congratulate you on your new position," he began to say, "Can you address the public about the case with the Jian''s. Mrs. Jian claims that you sold drugs that are harmful to the public. How do you respond to that?"


    "Certainly," she began to say collectively, "that is a good question. Right now, we want to maintain the privacy of our clients. Confidentiality is something we keep rooted in our company''s values. What I can say about the lawsuit is that we are doing our best to ensure that the plaintiffs are safe and don''t suffer any losses or repercussions. We are taking this very seriously, and my legal team is working hard to ensure that the family is feeling as comfortable as they are throughout the entire process," she finished with a professional tone.


    "Thank you," the journalist said, feeling satisfied.


    Another journalist stood up, "Is it true that your drug almost killed the family''s son?" asked he.


    Song Ren stared at the reporter hard, knowing that the media will always try to stir some controversy. She knew that very well, indeed.


    Song Ren smiled at the journalist, "that is for the discretion of our legal team," she said.


    "Why are you trying to hide and mask the incident?" he persisted.


    Song cleared her throat, "We are not hiding anything," said she, "We merely want to maintain our confidentiality.


    "Let me explain it better. Incidents involving Song Pharmaceuticals and Corp is not a sweep under the rug, as the saying goes when it comes to legal disputes. Therefore, we take every client and patient seriously. If we are truly responsible, then we will offer compensation and a public apology. But we are not one of those corporations that offer money to keep these incidents quiet. We will take full responsibility for the outcome regarding the truth. I am confident on my legal team," her voice rang over the microphone.


    The reporter gave Song Ren a curt nod, acknowledging her answer. He was disappointed that the heiress answered so well.


    Qian Meigui was impressed that Song Ren knew her audience without addressing the public before. She answered every question with calmness and never averted any of the topics.


    "Any more questions?" she asked with a bright grin.


    Another journalist rose, he spoke through a microphone, "Sun Group is your number #1 competitor, how will your company use their resources to surpass their numbers?"


    Song Ren smiled softly, "We respect the efforts of Sun Group, but I will say that I may have one card that would make them yield," she spoke without giving too much detail. The crowd chuckled at her confidence, and she laughed too.


    The reporters looked at each other, wondering what she meant.


    "Thank you, everyone, for your time. I look forward to any future questions," Song Ren offered a respectful bow, leaving the crowd stunned. It''s unusual for the president of a corporation to be so formal to a group of reporters.


    Song Ren turned and stepped down from the podium. She met Yang Minzhe and Qian Meigui who began to escort her back into the building.


    "Well Done," Yang Minzhe said to her. Song Ren shot him a knowing grin.


    As they entered the building, a suspicious man wearing a long coat and a cap approached them. Song Ren immediately recognized him.


    She turned to Qian Meigui and Yang Minzhe, "I''ll see you two later," she said.


    The two of them nodded and excused themselves. Qian Meigui and Yang Minzhe, too, recognized the fellow under the cap. There was no mistaking his blonde hair or his height.


    Song Ren approached the suspicious man, "Su Feng," she called out softly.

 Chapter 44：Before They Met

    Su Feng watched the entire ordeal between Song Ren and the reporters. He felt anxious and afraid about what the media may do to her. If it were up to him, Su Feng would protect her from the reporters, the same way Song Rui tried to defend his children all these years. But he knew that was not Song Ren wanted; therefore, he stood by and watched her from behind the crowd.


    He was impressed by the way Song Ren handled each question, but he was not surprised. Instead, he was mesmerized by her, wholly rooted to his spot, watching as she answered each question with the collectiveness of a professional businesswoman.


    He wondered how he got so lucky to be engaged to someone so pure, elegant, and classy. Song Ren possessed the traits of an ideal woman, but he never cared if she fit the criteria. He liked Song Ren because she was supportive of him because she praised his work and efforts; because it was her.


    Before they met, Su Feng was a troubled and spoiled kid. He had the potential to do well in school, but his absences and lack of handing in assignments caused him almost to fail. Su Feng transferred schools, when he found out his rival, Song Ren, was the top of the class; he tried to compete with her. They never met, but because they went to the same school, he rapidly improved in his grades.


    Su Feng spent days and nights studying until he reached top 5 of his class. His parents finally acknowledged him and wondered what caused him to change, though, he never admitted as to what motivated him. Even he was clueless at the time.


    Indirectly, he focused on school because of her. It was most likely the reason they never met sooner. Su Feng attended to her school for nearly a year before they met; therefore, it had to do with locking himself in his room after school to complete study sheets.


    After thinking for some time and watching her from his spot, it was clear to him. The man he was today was all because of her. He improved his grades in school, leading him to attend a top university. He was able to graduate in his field and become a businessman, and the heir to Sun Group. His father would have given it to anyone else had he not straightened so rapidly.


    "Su Feng," Song Ren called out with a subtle smile.


    "Hello, Ren" Su Feng said while approaching her. He swiftly tucked her into a half-embrace. Su Feng held one hand on her waist while the other caressed her cheek, as he stared into her gold-flecked eyes, lovingly. Song Ren leaned into his touch before backing away. Although there were not many people in the lobby, it was still public.


    "Why are you here?" She asked curiously.


    "Mhm?" He questioned while gazing at her.


    Song Ren puffed her cheeks, "Are you listening?" she asked.


    Su Feng felt like he was in a daze when he saw her, it took him a few moments to register her words. "Right...sorry. I watched you over the television; then I decided to come here to see you in person. Why didn''t you tell me before?" he asked, placing his hands in his pockets.


    "It was a last-minute decision," she stated, "but I''m glad you''re here," she admitted. Song Ren held her hands together and averted his gaze. A hint of a blush reddened her cheeks.


    Su Feng''s lips parted open at her reaction, and then his lips curled into a satisfied smile. Disregarding their public space, Su Feng pulled her into a tight embrace. Song Ren was slightly shocked, "What are you doing!?" she asked.


    Su Feng began to stroke her head gently. He then bent down and whispered near her ear, "I watched you," he began to say, "and I''m so proud."


    Song Ren froze in his embrace. The icebergs surrounding her heart began to melt. Only did Su Feng have that effect on her. She felt warm throughout, and she decided to embrace him back.


    Song Ren glanced up at him. His ice-blue eyes were blazing like glaciers. "Perhaps someday soon," she spoke gently.


    Su Feng smiled, revealing his perfect grin. Song Ren was slightly dazed. Did he come to watch and support her? She felt like kissing him despite their public space. She then remembered she was going to a different city with him soon; perhaps then she''ll reward him.


    "I''m going to pack a bag soon," she proclaimed.


    "All right, I''ll see you this weekend?" he said before approaching her.


    "Why don''t we leave tomorrow?" she asked.


    Su Feng paused, "Are you sure? It''s early."


    "Mhm, I''m sure I''ve been wrapping up my work." Su Feng swiftly tucked her in, leaving a gentle, lingering kiss on her forehead before they parted ways. "All right," he said with a smile.


    The two of them smiled at each other, not knowing that someone held a camera from behind the trees outside, snapping photos of the two of them.

 Chapter 45：Set

    After Song Ren''s speech, Qian Meigui went to the Public Relations Department and the Legal Department, completing double the work than usual that afternoon. Once she returns to school, Qian Meigui would no longer need to work in the P.R.D., as she would be fully-fledged with the legal team.


    It was at 5 p.m. when she left the company after cramming a whole day''s work in a few hours. She then decided it was time to pick up Song Sheng from the set. Before she drove, Qian Meigui changed into casual clothing from business attire as she was going to Song Sheng''s apartment right after.


    Driving her Audi, she followed the GPS map Song Sheng sent earlier through their phone. The buildings appeared in her view as massive warehouses with various sets and labels. As soon as she parked, she found Set A, where Song Sheng said he would be. She walked in quietly when someone stopped her. A producer asked, "Who are you?"


    "Apologies," she said sincerely, "I am Song Sheng''s sister, and I am here to see him." Qian Meigui flashed him an identification card with personal information. He saw the name Song Mei on the card.


    "All right," the producer said. He nodded towards another direction and said, "He''s over there."


    Qian Meigui nodded. She quietly walked towards the set, where the film was rolling in action. When she arrived, she glanced around the room, wondering where Song Sheng was. Her gaze then lingered over the cast, and she was shocked beyond words that Song Sheng was not only a producer but an actor in the movie. Her lips parted open, and feeling like she invaded, she stumbled and went to hide behind a huge camera.


    Song Sheng wore a black collared shirt and a pair of tight black trousers that matched it, accentuating every part of his body well. His hair was clean and combed through.


    Song Sheng was in the middle of a scene of a modern drama. He was acting in a dialogue with an actress; she was not sure who she was. The scene appeared to be tense as they both wore angrily and hurt expressions. But even though his face was reserved most of the time, it was still a rare sight to see those expressions.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted opened in shock. She wished she had a snack to delight herself in from watching the scene.


    Amid the dialogue, Song Sheng grabbed the woman''s wrist, and she twirled to slap him. Qian Meigui gasped slightly, enchanted by the scene. Both the performers did so well.


    Song Sheng''s expression change to something from anger to deep affection and serenity; he gazed into the actresses'' eyes and leaned in closer. Right when they were about to kiss, the director yelled, "That''s a wrap for today!"


    Qian Meigui saw Song Sheng speaking to his co-star, and she began to approach him when three girls got in her way, they appeared to be extras on set. "Who are you?" asked one of the women.


    Qian Meigui stumped for words, "..."


    "We saw you watching Song Sheng in hiding. If you''re here because you think you can speak to him then you best leave. He cannot see any fans at the moment." The woman had the face of a cunning woman, her face twisted with envy.


    Qian Meigui furrowed her brows, puzzled. What? I am a fan of Song Sheng? Qian Meigui could not help but chuckle; she almost burst out laughing. It was too rich.


    Qian Meigui ignored them and began to walk around them towards Song Sheng. One of the women pulled her back with a tight grip. Qian Meigui looked at her with an icy glare.


    "I said, Song Sheng, isn''t seeing anyone right now," the woman gritted out. Some set employees paused their work, witnessing the ordeal.


    Qian Meigui narrowed her eyes, "Do I look like a fan?" she said with an agitated tone. She moved her elbow, "Don''t stop me."


    Qian Meigui dressed in a casual white sundress, and she never expected that someone would judge her on appearance. She was also allowed on set.


    The girl held a grip on her before Qian Meigui heard a deep and sharp tone spoke from behind her, "What''s going on?"


    The woman let go of her grip. The girls straightened, wrapping their face with an innocent expression. "Young Master Song," said one of them, "We are trying to prevent a crazed fan from disturbing you," she said gently.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted open. Crazed fan?


    She felt like laughing, but Song Sheng''s face was grave. He wore the same clothing on set with a long coat over. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist, protecting her as he tucked her in.


    "Don''t bother this woman again. In fact, I need to make sure that you are not in my sight," he said with a cut-throat sound, a warning for imminent doom.


    The expressions from the women''s faces changed from satisfaction to terrible expressions.


    "But...Young Master¡ª"


    "Enough," he said with an eery calmness. "Next time you disrespect my sister, I''ll be sure that you can''t step foot in the Entertainment Industry again, not even to serve coffee."


    "Sister?" the women appeared to be dumbfounded.


    They turned to face her, "I am Song Mei," Qian Meigui said with a stunning, silverware smile.


    The girls froze. Song Mei? Rumours say that Song Mei was the one Song Sheng doted on most in comparison to his other sisters. Those two used to be inseparable. It couldn''t be! But this girl looks so plain?


    For once in a very long time, Qian Meigui was glad to be his sister. It made the girls look foolish.


    "Apologize," Song Sheng demanded. Qian Meigui glanced up at him, not expecting him to say that.


    The women faced her pathetically and bowed their heads, "We are sorry Young Mistress Song Mei."


    Qian Meigui wanted to be unforgiving, but some part of her wasn''t. They were rude and judgemental of her, and without Song Sheng, they would have tried to humiliate her. But then again, she never had the heart to do anything but be herself.


    "It''s quite all right," she began to say gently and paused for a moment. "But I''ve never been appalled by such behaviour. You judged me when I came here for my brother, not for the actor," her voice changed. "I don''t want to see that again," she finished.


    The women looked like they did not want to admit defeat.


    "Did you hear her?" Song Sheng asked them irritatingly.


    "Yes," they said simultaneously and nodded their heads before hastily walking away.


    Song Sheng''s grip on her waist tightened. He then escorted her outside of the warehouse. He let go when he asked, "Where did you park your car?"

 Chapter 46：Handsome Couple

    Song Sheng followed her; his sand-coloured long coat swayed against the wind in sync with his ink-black hair. She kept her head up high, avoiding to look at him directly.


    They got into her Audi and made their way to his apartment, and the two did not speak to each other on their way to the Wake complex.


    When they arrived in his apartment building, they both silently entered.


    Qian Meigui placed the backpack she carried on the couch before she took a seat. Song Sheng put his coat in the closet. As he straightened his collared shirt, he asked her, "Did you eat anything before you came to set?"


    Qian Meigui shook her head, "No," she answered.


    "All right, let''s go then."


    "Where?" she asked puzzled, "We just got here."


    Song Sheng smiled, "we need to get some groceries."


    "You''re going to cook?" she questioned.


    "Mhm," he said.


    Qian Meigui nodded, surprised. Growing up, she was the one who cooked for Song Sheng. He would forget meals since he would focus on studying. Therefore, she would bring it to him, and he smiled each time she did.


    Qian Meigui followed Song Sheng to a grocery store within the neighbourhood. He drove a cart around the store as she paced beside him. She had to take bigger steps since he was a whole foot taller.


    "Pick whatever you want," he said quietly, interrupting her thoughts.


    "Anything?" she asked, holding her hands behind her back.


    "Anything."


    Qian Meigui tilted her head at him and shot Song Sheng a genuine grin. She then began to walk faster than him to pick up items from the shelves. Within a few minutes, she held a bunch of items in her arms, outlining her tiny frame.


    Song Sheng smiled at her gently. They both roamed around the aisles when Song Sheng noticed an older woman having trouble reaching one of the shelves. Instinctively, Song Sheng reached up to grab a small tin of herbal seasoning for her. The woman looked over at him with her mouth slightly parted, surprise flashing across her face.


    "Well, thank you, handsome young man."


    Song Sheng offered her a bright smile with gleaming teeth. "It''s no worries," he said.


    The older woman glanced at Qian Meigui, and she covered her gaping mouth. "Oh my? What a handsome couple."


    Qian Meigui awkwardly smiled after hearing the older woman''s words. "It''s not like that¡ª" she began.


    "Well, why not? Do you not like him?" she pried.


    ''It''s the other way around,'' Qian Meigui thought, puffing up her cheeks. "It''s not that," she answered.


    The older woman looked at her with a disappointing look, and Qian Meigui felt helpless.


    She then reached up to Song Sheng and whispered something in his ear, changing his smiling expression into something serious. Qian Meigui wondered what the woman said, but she had already walked away when she revealed her piece to him.


    Song Sheng looked at the older woman slightly dazed as if he someone told him the gravest of news. Quickly, his expression changed, revealing no emotion.


    "What did she say?" Qian Meigui asked him curiously.


    "Nothing," he said, and his face softened. "Let''s go to the counter."


    The cart was full of groceries after they purchased all their items. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng placed all of them in the back of her Audi.


    When they got back to the apartment, Song Sheng said, "You''re such a glutton. How can we get that upstairs?" he asked.


    "..." Qian Meigui felt a loss for words. She had not realized it. After a moment of thinking, she slapped her forehead, feeling foolish. Why did I make him buy so much food? She thought.


    Song Sheng smiled at her. He then swiftly captured her nose, "I was only teasing," he began, "I can ask the service desk to help us."


    "Oh," she emphasized, making the face of an ''O.''


    At the receptionist, two bell boys approached and helped them carry the groceries up the elevator. When they reached the apartment, they dropped them off onto the floor and promptly went back down. No one was allowed on his level except for Song Sheng and his guests.


    Song Sheng buttoned his sleeves over his elbows and took out the pots from the oven. He placed them over the stove, and he began cooking various dishes.


    Qian Meigui took out her documents from her bag and read them over. Occasionally she stole glances of him, by peaking over her pages. It''s been how long since they''ve met? Eleven years. And though they were friends in earlier years, she never expected her feelings to flourish for him. But she realized, how can anyone not fall for him?


    Song Sheng was a man who valued his family, the prospects of a business, and he juggled everything without thinking about himself. It was no mistake that those women confused her for a fan. It would not take him too long to admire him.


    ''No,'' she thought for herself, ''Don''t think about it.''


    She crossed him off her heart, and she would ensure that it stayed that way. He was someone she could not have, even if it hurt her to accept the fact.


    ''I am Song Mei,'' she reminded herself, ''Daughter of Song Rui.'' She then boldly stopped looking at him and continued to do her work.

 Chapter 47：Meeting The Sus (1)

    The air began to fill with a delicious aroma. Amid Qian Meigui''s reading, Song Sheng placed the dishes in front of her on the island counter. She paused her work to judge the dishes, which made her mouth water.


    Song Sheng sat with a bowl of rice in hand. Using reusable chopsticks, he picked up some meat and vegetables. Qian Meigui pouted, wanting the food desperately. But she did not expect in the next moment, that he''d pass the bowl to her with the food piled in front of her. Is he serving her? She was momentarily stunned before putting her documents away and taking it.


    Qian Meigui quickly began to feast on the food. Her expression turned delightful at how delicious it was.


    As she ate, he rose from his seat. He then returned, holding two bottles of wine. He grabbed two wine glasses and poured Ros¨¦ into of them, and the other a red wine, she was not sure of which brand.


    Ros¨¦ was Qian Meigui''s favourite. But she wondered if it was okay to drink while they were supposed to work. Nonetheless, she drank the wine as she ate her food.


    The sounds of dishes clinking against the island filled the room, and they barely exchanged words.


    Song Sheng glanced up at her. The incandescent lighting was sparkling against his gold-flecked eyes. He looked at her, thoughtfully, "I''ve been taking classes in Europe."


    "Europe?" she stated, "Was that what you did in England?"


    "Mhm," Song Sheng responded. "There is a lot of theatre art there, plays and operas and all."


    Qian Meigui felt stunned momentarily, but she looked at him with admiration. "So interesting," she whispered. "And so all this time, you were practicing?"


    "Yes," he began as he chewed some food, "I am the main lead in an upcoming romance drama."


    Qian Meigui stared at him. For a moment, she felt as if she never knew him. She did not take into consideration that Song Sheng most likely wanted to join the Entertainment Industry, and he only studied science because it was what Song Rui wanted.


    "I''m glad," she spoke softly. Song Sheng stared at her slightly dazed, "What do you mean?" he asked.


    "I''m glad you made this choice. If this is what you truly wanted, then I wish you well. I think it''s cool, Sheng." Qian Meigui flashed him a grin that shaped her face into crescent moons.


    Song Sheng curled his fingers into fists and smiled at her grimly, without her noticing.


    "Can you tell me more about Europe?" she asked.


    After a moment of silence, he said, "Mhm." And over dinner, Song Sheng revealed everything. What he''d seen, what he heard, what he did. All while, avoiding to admit the fact that he missed her the entire time.


    For the rest of the evening, they spoke about the last two years and exchanged ideas about the case, until they both crashed on his couch asleep.


    --


    The next day, Song Ren finished all her work from the company and assignments from school. Su Feng waited for her outside her home.


    She parted ways with her family for a holiday. "Bye Jinyi, bye Jun," she said to the twins. Each of the twins hugged her tightly. Song Ren glanced between them and the foyer behind, "Where is Xiao Mei?" she asked. The twins shrugged, "Mei Mei didn''t come home last night," Jinyi observed.


    Song Ren nodded. "She is probably at Sheng''s apartment; they''ve been working hard for me lately," she paused, "anyways, will you two do well without me?"


    Song Jinyi rolled her eyes, "We''re not children. Besides, it''s not like you''re home most of the time, anyways."


    Song Ren smiled at her young sister, and she ruffled her hair as Su Feng approached from behind, taking her carry-on. She glanced toward him before she glanced one more time at the twins, "Be good and call me."


    Song Ren started walking away with Su Feng when they heard Song Jinyi yell, "Be safe!"


    "Oh and Ren, work hard, I want a niece!"


    Song Ren paused abruptly, glancing at Jinyi with a disapproving look. She rolled her eyes as she continued to walk. Su Feng was beaming behind her.


    "Why do you look so smug?" she asked, coldly from his side. "Did you hear?" he asked, "We need to work hard," he said as he walked closer to her, their arms brushing against each other''s bodies.


    Song Ren blushed as she gritted her teeth at him. She then straightened her body and haughtily walked ahead of him. Su Feng caught up, opening the passenger door for her.


    Today, he brought a white convertible. Su Feng placed her bags in the trunk and strode to the driver''s seat.


    As Su Feng drove, they both kept talked about each other''s day, and occasionally stopped for restroom breaks.


    Three hours in, Song Ren was fast asleep from staying up late completing most of her work. Su Feng was distracted from driving just by watching her, but he was glad the roads were clear during this time. Su Feng pulled up at the side of the road, reaching for a blanket from the backseat. He covered her gently as he watched her pull it over her shoulder, unconsciously.


    Su Feng gazed at her affectionately, before his sights returned to the road.


    When Song Ren woke, she blinked in a daze. She felt warm from the soft blanket and by the sight of the charming young man in front of her. It dawned on her then. Su Feng was going to be her husband, the man that she despised for years of knowing him. She wondered, would he ever fall in love with her? Or did he feel compelled to like and marry her for duty?


    Song Ren knew that her parent''s married from an arrangement, but over time, they fell in love. She wondered if she, too, could love him wholeheartedly one day.


    She watched his side profile as he drove. His golden hair reminded her of sunflowers and light, his jaw was sharp, and he had a freckled face she adored.


    Su Feng glanced at her with one hand on the wheel, shooting her a feline smile.


    Song Ren averted her gaze, stared out the window with her tinted cheeks puffed. She looked at the countryside scenery, but she noticed Su Feng stealing glances at her through the reflection. It was a mix of want and need. Her chest beat rapidly from his scorching, longing gaze. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too, but some part of her was still afraid.


    Amidst her thoughts, she heard his pleasant and soothing voice say, "We''re here."


    The house was a white-modern mansion, but to Song Ren, it resembled a palace. Her lips parted, as the front yard was large and long enough to fit more houses. There was a fountain in front of the home, and several butlers awaited them in front of the mansion.


    Song Ren accustomed to wealth, but she forgets that her wealth pales in comparison to Su Feng. He was the heir to Sun Group, the #1 company in the Medical Industry, and she was about to meet his family, the Su''s.

 Chapter 48：Meeting The Sus (2)

    The butlers greeted the two as soon as they arrived in unison.


    "Young Master Su," they said simultaneously, bowing respectfully. Su Feng granted them a curt nod, acknowledging their valuable presence.


    They walked into the main house where a large staircase stood in the middle, parted between two wings of the household. One of the butlers placed her stuff in her guest room, which was not far from Su Feng''s.


    Song Ren changed into a flowy navy-blue dress when she saw Su Feng leaning on a pillar from outside her room. He wore a full black pressed suit, his golden hair combed to the side. He gasped at the sight of her; his lips parted in awe.


    It took a moment for him to respond. Su Feng then grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into his room. He approached his dresser and took out a long black box.


    Su Feng then took small steps towards her and placed the box in her hand. Song Ren was surprised to have received a gift. "What is it?" she asked.


    "Open it," he said tenderly.


    Song Ren opened the black case, revealing a diamond necklace shaped like leaves. She was mesmerized by the beauty of jewelry. Su Feng gestured her to turn around.


    Song Ren moved swiftly, facing the mirror on the side of the wall. From the reflection, Su Feng placed the necklace around her bare pale-white neck that complimented her dress.


    He stared at her in admiration and then Su Feng hugged her from behind abruptly. For a moment she paused; she slowly then leaned back into his embrace. Song Ren felt utterly stunned.


    "Why did you give me this?" she asked, unbelieving, craning her neck to view him.


    Su Feng twirled her around to face him; he hugged her waist tightly, resting his chin over her shoulder. Song Ren held her head up high, challenging him, wondering which one of them would cave into their overwhelming desire. If they were animals, she would have already fallen into his pheromones.


    Song Ren embraced him back, but then he pulled his face away from her shoulder, meeting her face, so close that she could see the overlapping colours in his eyes. Their breaths clashed, but their intentions were interrupted by the butler.


    The older gentleman cleared his throat, "Master and Madam Su await for your presence in the dining room."


    Su Feng, still wrapped around Song Ren said, "We''ll be down there soon."


    Song Ren flushed in embarrassment, trying to push him away, but he never budged, only gripping her tighter. She gritted her teeth, "We need to greet your parents," she argued.


    Su Feng frowned, "all right," he said.


    Su Feng offered her an elbow. Song Ren took it by locking her arm with his as they walked down the staircase towards the dining hall.


    The dining room was majestic and enchanting. A long table stood in the middle of the hall with guests surrounding the table. As soon as they entered, a young blonde girl stood up from her chair and hastily ran up to Su Feng with a close embrace. The girl appeared to be around fifteen. She wore a pink chiffon dress; her blonde hair curled in tight waves, her eyes twinkled blue-grey.


    "Hello, sister," Su Feng said while patting her head.


    "Su Feng!" she gazed at him with admiration. She then turned to Song Ren, "Is this the girl? Is this Song Ren?" she asked.


    Su Feng looked at Song Ren, his expression soft and proud, "Yes, it''s her." He turned to face her, "Song Ren, this is my sister Su Yuying."


    "Hello Yuying," Song Ren said politely with a soft smile. Su Yuying reached up to her brother''s ear and said something while looking at Song Ren. "Feng, she''s gorgeous."


    Song Ren''s previous tense and stiff body softened into mush after hearing those words.


    Su Yuying approached her, grabbing her hands, "Brother always talks about you!" she admitted. Song Ren''s eyes widened.


    "No, I haven''t," he said while glaring at his younger sister.


    Su Yuying glared back at him, "Yes you have, even years ago, all I heard was¡ª"


    Su Feng interrupted his sister''s words from saying any more, by covering her mouth. The girl''s eyes widened. "Go sit down," he told her. Su Yuying listened to him obediently and found her place.


    Su Feng placed a hand over Song Ren''s waist and guided her to the Master and Madam Su. Master Su had black hair peppered with gray, and dark brown eyes, while his wife had dark brown hair streaked with white and green eyes. Song Ren knew that Su Feng was half-German; therefore, she felt puzzled that he did not resemble his parent''s, but she smiled without appearing to be surprised.


    "Hello Master and Madam Su," Song Ren bowed down respectfully, "I''m happy to meet you." Madam Su smiled at her gently. Although she was well over fifty, Su Feng''s mother still looked young; she had no laugh lines or wrinkles. "Hello," Madam Su greeted her politetly.


    Under the table, Su Feng caressed her hand with his thumb, granting her a reassuring gesture, and the night began.

 Chapter 49：Meeting The Sus (3)

    Su Feng''s relatives appeared to be Chinese, as Su Feng and Su Yuying possessed some similar traits to them, but not all.


    The dining hall neatly arranged and decorated with fine cutlery and silverware. Many of Su Feng''s cousins chatted, stealing glances at the two of them. Su Feng appeared to be uncomfortable, and Song Ren could not quite grasp why.


    When he granted her a reassuring gesture, she squeezed his hand back. And she wondered, why did the air feel so thick?


    Giving him a side-eyed glance, despite the tension, he was smiling to himself. And she wondered how this jerk change so much since over the years? He beamed just by touching him back. Her cheeks heated.


    Song Ren began to chat with Su Yuying who told her about the countryside and nearby city. The Su''s liked to live in a vast open space and owned broad acres of lands; thus, explaining why they lived so far. The neighbouring homes also belonged to the Su''s, but Su Feng moved to her city and lived in a large house alone.


    A young man who appeared to be the same age as Su Feng sat in front of her. He turned to face her and said, "Hello, I am Su Guiren."


    Su Guiren was tall from the way he sat with copper dyed-hair, but he was not particularly handsome.


    Song Ren gave him a curt bow of the head, "Nice to meet you; I am Song Ren."


    "I know who you are," he began to say with a smirk of a smile, "You''re the eldest daughter of Song Rui."


    Song Ren straightened her back, slightly exhaling before saying, "Yes, I am."


    "I heard you knew Feng since you two were in senior high school. Is that true?" He curiously asked while forking one of the potatoes from his plate.


    "It''s true," she answered bluntly, but none too harshly.


    "You two were rivals then?" Su Guiren asked while chewing his food.


    Song Ren maintained a reserved expression, "Yes," she said calmly, "He was also a pain in the ass; a persistent piece of shit."


    Su Guiren barked a laugh, and Song Ren smiled amusingly.


    "I like her," Su Guiren said to Su Feng, as he pointed at her. Su Feng appeared to be crestfallen.


    Song Ren leaned forward on the table, with her hands propped underneath her chin. "But his persistence and determination were what motivated me to work harder," she began. "Without his character, I may not have received the challenges that I needed to get to where I am today. Su Feng is an intelligent and resourceful man and our rivalry always matched back then, even now."


    Su Feng gazed at her, unbelievably. He wondered, why did she agree to be with him? She had the opportunity to refuse, and despite hating him, loathing him, she decided to marry him. Su Feng curled his fists, knowing that he would have to work hard from now on to be with Song Ren.


    Su Guiren''s opened his mouth in light shock, but he quickly smiled. "Feng, I had no idea your fiance¨¦ was so intriguing."


    Su Feng''s narrowed his eyes as he looked toward Su Guiren. It''s no mistake that many men will be conscious of Song Ren. She was everything any man would hope for, beauty, intelligence, and wittiness. If it were ancient times, men would challenge him for her.


    Su Feng reached out and swung his arm over Song Ren greedily, and surprisingly, she did not protest. It amused Su Guiren.


    "Song Ren, what did Feng offer you to agree to be his wife? I''m sure a smart girl like you would not marry him because you fancied him," he stated sure of himself.


    Song Ren''s gold-flecked eyes began to resemble fire; her jaw clenched and her back straightened, a frightening calmness swept over her. Su Feng felt as if she swallowed the warm air from the room, leaving only a cold chill.


    After a moment, Song Ren leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed under her chest, she placed a leg over the other. "What do you think he offered me?" she asked coolly.


    Su Guiren smugly answered, "I think he offered you a large sum of shares of Sun Group. Perhaps, he offered you control and power over it. We all know that Feng was never that serious about the company. Isn''t that right, Feng?"


    "Enough," Su Feng gritted out. If Su Guiren intended to offend him, he could do so, but to speak to Song Ren like that? It was out of the question.


    Song Ren furrowed her brows. "Oh?" she questioned Su Guiren.


    "Song Corporation is doing well on its own. Why marry your rival if not for power?" Su Guiren asked.


    Song Ren smiled so brightly; it made Su Feng shudder. "What has Su Feng ever done to you to offend him?"


    "Ren, it''s you they''re offending," Su Feng said to her gently.


    Song Ren raised a hand against him, as she stared at Su Guiren with a deathly stare.


    "He''s a bastard," Su Guiren stated, answering her previous question.


    What? Song Ren slowly turned to look at Su Feng, who hung his head low. Song Ren wondered why Su Feng was not saying anything. Perhaps it was because he didn''t feel like he had the right to defend himself.


    Su Guiren pressed as he saw Song Ren''s face, judging by her appearance, "Oh, you didn''t know?"


    Song Ren''s face had a hint of horror. Not because of Su Feng''s status, but because of how they treated him. She was appalled beyond belief.


    "Madam Su is not his mother. He is the son of a whore, and I should be the rightful heir to Sun Group."


    The chatter around the table was loud enough that most of the other''s could not hear.


    Song Ren looked at him, shocked and afraid. "Who are you?" she asked him with a demanding tone.


    Su Guiren slyly smiled, similar to a serpent. "I am his half-brother," he said.


    At that, Su Yuying rose from her seat and left abruptly. Su Feng''s face was emotionless, his eyes distant.


    But how could this be possible? If Su Guiren was as old as them and legitimate, then he should have inherited the company.


    Song Ren tightened her face, not trying to ruin the night. She spoke, "There was a time, in history, where the term ''Bastard'' did not exist. Paternal DNA and responsibilities have gone unnoticed for centuries. Many kings had dozens of wives and mistresses they bared. None were bastards. The concept arose from infidelity and adultery, but it did not define those children for who they are. I sometimes like to associate the term ''Bastard'' as synonymous to someone who is a pompous prick. Don''t you agree? And what name is synonymous to pompous prick? Hm, I would say it''s Su Guiren."


    At that, Song Ren rose and bowed, "If you''ll excuse me, Mr. Su Guiren, I have finished my meal." Song Ren then took Su Feng by the hand and dragged him out of the dining hall. Su Guiren was momentarily shocked, but he smiled, oh he liked the girl, indeed.

 Chapter 50：Meeting The Sus (4)

    Song Ren held Su Feng''s hand as they left the dining hall. Su Feng appeared to be dazed and speechless. Song Ren felt her throat tighten.


    "Where in this house can we go and get some privacy?" she asked him, trying not to choke from the lump in her throat.


    "Downstairs is where my old room is," he responded quietly. Song Ren nodded, grasping his hand with hers, and he told her where to go.


    Behind the marvellous, grand staircase, there was a door. Song Ren opened the ordinary door and flicked the lights on. She walked him down the stairs. It was a massive space, but there were small windows and only simple furniture and shelves of books ¡ª his bed laid in the middle with a television screen on the wall.


    Su Feng''s room was typical for a bachelor pad, but it did not scream wealth in comparison to her brother''s bedrooms during high school.


    It was late. Song Ren found the remote and turned on the television, turning off the bedroom lights. She placed on the local news, and it was a replay of her addressing the public.


    "You were so brilliant," he said with a voice full of anguish. Song Ren''s heart paced rapidly.


    "When you faced the reporters," he continued, "and just now with my half-brother. You were so brilliant." Su Feng paused, his face disheartened.


    Song Ren waited for him to continue. Her eyes glazed with a softness that she rarely showed to others, even her family. She turned off the television to hear his piece.


    "I think that I am not worthy of you," he said.


    Song Ren furrowed her eyebrows, "Why do you believe that?" she asked unkindly. She wanted him to reveal what he was thinking, what he was feeling.


    "I am the son of a mistress. My mother was seeing my father behind his wife¡ªMadam Su''s¡ªback. I lived with my mother for years, and we lived peacefully. It was not until I was eight and Yuying was born that we were found out. They called my mother a whore. My father loved her, but because she was not what the Su Family wanted, they forced her to marry a woman of their choice. Therefore, I am a few months older than Su Guiren."


    Song Ren stumbled. She approached him, but he stepped away from her.


    "My father still saw my mother through his marriage with another woman. He visited me only when he wanted to see my mother. He left here and there, but when she died of childbirth, that''s how we were found out. My father took us in, and the word spread. I then met Su Guiren, a boy my age. He hated me right away," Su Feng said as he sat on the edge of his bed.


    Su Feng ran a hand through his golden hair. "I wasn''t supposed to inherit the company, but the Elders thought that I should, as they considered me the eldest. For eight generations, every firstborn son inherited. Then on purpose, I did terrible in school, I skipped classes, and I made a lot of trouble for my father. He also hated seeing me; I reminded him of her. But my father hates Yuying more, for she is the doppelganger, a stark mirror of my mother."


    Song Ren gasped slightly after hearing those words. Su Yuying was such a soft and innocent girl.


    Su Feng continued, "Then in Senior High School, I was suddenly motivated to do well. I wanted the company; I wanted to establish myself. My father gave me the inheritance after I told him what I wanted."


    Song Ren stepped closer. She had a hunch of what he was about to say next, but she had to know, had to ask. "What did you want?" she whispered.


    Su Feng smiled grimly. "You," he breathed.


    As a joke, she always told him to fuck off, as she desperately wanted to cross him off her heart. And so he left her alone. But some part of her wondered, would she see him again in a fashion where they could be friends? But never did she imagine that he wanted her, longed for her. She truly believed that he was obligated to take her hand in marriage. It was their duty and destiny.


    Song Ren felt so much sorrow. She could not help the welling tears in her eyes. Su Feng hung his head low with his hands covering his face. Song Ren stepped closer to him, then paused. She dared herself to keep going.


    It took but ten steps to stand in front of him. Slowly, Song Ren climbed onto the bed, passing him, laying by the pillows against the headboard. She called out to him, "Feng."


    Su Feng turned around to see her lying down. She left space and invited him to come over with a gesture of her hand. He climbed from the edge, getting closer. He laid next to her.


    Song Ren smiled at him with a sad expression. She propped her head on an elbow, and her other hand reach out to him. Su Feng gazed at her gently, and he followed her lead. Su Feng reached out as Song Ren grasped his fingers and intertwined them with hers. They both stared at their locked hands, their hearts sad yet warm.


    After a few moments, both their breathing deepened, their heart beasts fastened. Song Ren shifted closer while their fingers remained entwined. She could see how Su Feng gazed at her with scalding heat. Breaking their locked hands, Su Feng reached out to caress the strands of her black hair from her face. He ran his fingers through playfully. "You''re so beautiful," he whispered.


    Song Ren''s breath hitched. She then reached out to grasp his face; she then hastily leaned onto him and kissed him hard on the lips. Su Feng met her with an equal passion. He sat up, propping himself up with one elbow while using his other hand to grip her face and kissing her.


    The air around the room heated, their bodies merged as they both wrestled around the bed, fighting for dominance. Su Feng surrendered, allowing her to do as she pleased with him.


    Song Ren kissed him furiously and teased him by leaving pecks on his chin and jawline, and on the Adam''s apple of his throat. Song Ren was on top of him. Su Feng gritted his teeth in anticipation, admiring her. He damned the family that partied upstairs. It felt as if it were only the two of them alone in this household.

 Chapter 51：I Like You

    Song Ren laid on top of him as she clashed her lips against Su Feng''s hungrily. Her kisses were long and lingering. Su Feng could not help but smile against her mouth.


    Opening his eyes, he met Song Ren''s deep, sincere, gleaming golden-brown ones. With the thin rays of moonlight peering through, her gentle expressions revealed what she felt, what she was thinking, what she wanted. But Su Feng had to make sure that he had the permission to go forward.


    Their kissing went from hunger to soft and slow pecks, as they took their sweet time to learn about each other''s mouths. Song Ren ground her body against his, and he appeared to be flushed and pained as she tortured him with her small movements.


    Su Feng sat up abruptly, without leaving Song Ren''s lips. She straddled his waist and hooked her arms around his neck. Su Feng responded by pushing her closer against his body, tightening the gaps between them until there was no longer any space. Song Ren gasped against his mouth, trying to regain her breath. She ran her fingers through his golden hair as he kissed her neck. She could not help but feel intoxicated by his touch and appreciative gaze.


    Song Ren paused her movements, placing her head against his. They both stared at each other, not quite believing the reality. Song Ren smiled, and Su Feng chuckled. He then caressed one of her cheeks with his thumb, granting soothing strokes.


    "I like you," he breathed as he looked at her.


    Song Ren''s eyes widened, her lips parted in a daze. Her clothes dishevelled, revealing her bare shoulders. Su Feng captured her lips again. Slowly, Song Ren unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his slightly tanned muscle. She pulled his shirt back as they continued to stare and kiss, testing each other''s patience.


    "I must tell you," she breathed, as Su Feng returned the favour by unzipping the back of her dress.


    "What is it?" he asked her, as he pulled her dress over her head, revealing her white bralette and undergarments.


    "I''ve never been with a man," she said helplessly, feeling shy. She turned her face away while biting down her lip. Su Feng suddenly grasped one of her hand''s, kissing each one of her knuckles.


    "We will take our time; we don''t have to go all the way today," he assured her warmly.


    Song Ren smiled at him with admiration and then leaned in to kiss him again. She tightened her grip around his neck as he pulled her in.


    Su Feng unclasped the clips from the back of her bra, unlatching them, revealing her breasts. Her necklace gleamed above her bare chest. Song Ren covered them instinctively.


    Su Feng chuckled at her embarrassment and kissed her forehead.


    "We can stop here for today," he said, "and try again when you''re ready."


    Song Ren looked at him, "You''re not angry?" she asked worryingly.


    Su Feng looked at her. "No. How could I?"


    Song Ren loosed her arms as Su Feng embraced her from the waist.


    "Ren, I will wait for you, however long it takes." Su Feng looked at her with sheer determination. "We have all the time in the world," he said.


    I like you too, Song Ren thought, but she was afraid to admit it. Afraid that once she said it, it would be real. And she was not ready yet. For six years, they had fought in every game with their complicated feelings. Back then they each dated other people trying to forget each other, and now that she had finally grasped his heart, she couldn''t believe it was real. She is afraid that someone will take him for her.


    Song Ren did not care that she was practically naked; she kissed Su Feng as they laid down together, side by side. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist, while the other leg entangled with his. She closed the gaps again while one of her arms rested over his side. They both were exhausted from the trip. Slowly, their breathing deepened, and their presence gave each other comfort.


    "I like you too," she admitted through a whisper. Su Feng heard every word, and it felt as if his heart was going to burst. Su Feng held her in a deep embrace, as they drifted into a much-needed sleep. Their erratic hearts calmed in sync with the other.

 Chapter 52：Hes Family

    Song Ren and Su Feng woke up in each other''s embrace. Song Ren''s eyes flutter opened to see Su Feng staring at her. She instantly flushed. Song Ren tried to escape from his embrace, but he did not let go, clinging to her like a sloth.


    "Feng, we don''t know what time it is, and we have to get ready to see your family again," she said to him.


    Su Feng did not stir. "I want to sleep longer," he said with a deep, exhausted tone of the morning.


    "Fine," she responded.


    "With you," he admitted.


    Song Ren narrowed her eyes. She rose from his embrace, looking for her clothes until she realized something. "Feng!" she said as she tapped her shoulder.


    Su Feng rubbed his eyes, "What is it?" he asked.


    "I left my suitcase upstairs," she said.


    "So?"


    "So?" Song Ren repeated with emphasis, "If your family is awake, they will see me wearing the same clothes as yesterday."


    Su Feng smiled wickedly. "Let them think what they want," he said.


    Song Ren grabbed one of the pillows and gently hit him with it.


    "All right," he began, "they''re most likely in the kitchen or drawing-room. I doubt anyone will see you run upstairs."


    Su Feng rose from the bed and approached his dresser. In the morning, with the sunlight, she got a better view of his bare chest. She blushed at the memory of running her fingers through them the night before.


    Su Feng began to remove his pants and underwear, and she instinctively looked away. Quickly, she picked up her flowy gown and placed it on.


    Su Feng was changing into new clothes as Song Ren passed him, about to leave the room. Su Feng grabbed her wrist gently. She halted and turned around.


    "You didn''t zip the back of the dress," he said. Su Feng zipped her dress back up and kissed the nape of her neck, where the necklace remained. Song Ren gripped the back of her neck as she craned her head and flushed at him. Su Feng smirked at her.


    "You can go now," he said.


    Song Ren ascended the stairs. She felt nervous returning to her room dressed in the same clothing as the night before.


    The grand staircase was right in front of Su Feng''s old room. Song Ren tried to walk against the walls in attempting to ascend the marvellous stairs. She heard voices coming from every direction, the kitchen, the drawing-room, the breakfast hall. She was looking at every direction and just when she was heading the staircase, she bumped into someone.


    "Ouff," she said. Song Ren glanced up, "Sorry¡ª" It was Su Guiren.


    Su Guiren wore new fresh clothing, his hair fell over his eyes, granting her a stunning smile. But his face appeared to be twisted. He glanced at her from head to toes, making her feel uncomfortable. She instinctively covered herself before passing by him.


    "I''ll see you at breakfast," he said as he walked away with his hands in his pockets.


    Song Ren continued to ascend the stairs. The halls were empty; therefore, she was able to run into her room.


    Song Ren quickly undressed, heading into the bathroom to refresh herself. She washed her face thoroughly and applied on new light makeup.


    She then approached her carry-on to take out an ivory pencil dress. She kept the necklace on, and as she glanced herself in the mirror, she felt warm as she touched it.


    After she finished dressing, Song Ren left the room and descended the stairs. Su Feng was waiting for her at the bottom, newly dressed and prepared as well.


    They both entered the breakfast hall, where many family members were chatting. Su Yuying ran up to them and greeted both of them.


    "Are you doing well?" Song Ren asked.


    "Very well," Su Yuying said with a bright smile. Song Ren thought, how can a father hate such an innocent and beautiful child?


    They all ate breakfast, and Song Ren felt agitated by Su Guiren''s incessant, creepy stare.


    After they ate their meals, Su Yuying said, "Today we are all going to the riverside lake to boat and swim," she said enthusiastically.


    Song Ren smiled back softly, "Sounds like fun," she said.


    Some of Su Feng''s cousins drove them to the lake. It was beautiful. The lake had many cascades of waterfalls, and trees that overlapped beyond the horizon. The sun was bright at the moment, and she felt overdressed.


    Su Yuying dragged her into a nearby store, and they spent an hour trying on clothes until Song Ren settled for a white sundress with a sunflower pattern. Su Yuying wore a cropped shirt with shorts, wearing her hair in braids.


    As they returned, Song Ren found Su Feng by the lakeside preparing lunch with his cousins.


    A woman approached them from the side, "Hello, I saw you yesterday, and I want to introduce myself, I am Su Xiaoli."


    "Hello," Song Ren said with a smile, "pleasure to meet you."


    "Would you like to chat with us?" she asked. Song Ren''s lips parted open. She rarely had any friends, and surprisingly, the Su Family were inviting. Was it only his half-brother and parent''s that Su Feng had trouble with getting along?


    Song Ren glanced at Su Feng, who shot her a reassuring smile and he raised his arm to allow her to go to them. Song Ren then followed Su Xiaoli and Su Yuying to the other women who sat on foldable chairs.


    Su Xiaoli introduced her to each of them. They all granted her sweet smiles and greetings. Some of them were the wives of Su Feng''s cousins, and other''s were directly related to him. When Song Ren glanced around, she caught Su Guiren amongst the men preparing the boat. Su Xiaoli caught her stare and said, "Don''t worry about him. We all adore Su Feng; he''s family."


    After that, Song Ren felt a bit more relaxed.


    "So, Ren, you''re the president of Song Pharmaceuticals?" asked Su Xiaoli.


    "Mhm," she responded.


    "How''s that like?" they asked eagerly.


    "Stressful," she began, "But I love it." She continued, "I like the pressure of deadlines and experimenting products, and launching them. It''s a great feeling."


    The women smiled at her. "That''s so great," Su Xiaoli said, "Thank you for sharing."


    For the rest of the afternoon, Song Ren got to know more about the Su Family. She realized that although most of them were rich; they all had good character and intentions.


    Su Feng fooled around with his cousins around the lake, and Song Ren genuinely had a good time. She watched him as he had a good time, and she realized he was family, especially to her.

 Chapter 53：President Song Ren Believes Legal Case Is Not Important.

    The Wake Complex:


    Qian Meigui spent the last few days and nights at Song Sheng''s apartment. She had called Jinyi many times throughout different periods of the day to ask how she and Song Jun were doing. Jinyi typically responded with, ''We''re okay,'' and ''Take your time.'' Qian Meigui figured that they would be fine as adults; though, she can''t help but worry.


    Qian Meigui adopted a routine between her and Song Sheng. She had already adapted to the living space between them.


    The apartment crowded with piles of documents and case studies, and suddenly it felt like two years ago when they played detective in concern with her birth parents. Her memories contained moments like this, and then Qian Meigui still questions why did Song Sheng join the Entertainment Industry? He claims it was for a change in career, but there seemed to be more to it.


    Still, Qian Meigui shrugged off the questions. She felt like things were running smoothly with him again, and she did not want to ruin it.


    Qian Meigui prepared dinner by wearing a black apron, cooking several dishes for the two of them. Song Sheng informed her that he would be late because some of the scenes took place during the late afternoon.


    After cooking and placing the food on plates, Song Sheng arrived home. He could smell the aroma of the meals; he could hear the sound of light music and the shuffling of Qian Meigui''s footsteps, as he recognized the pattern.


    He set his briefcase down, loosening his tie, and removing his long coat. Qian Meigui had her hair bound in a ponytail, wearing a subtle smile, humming to herself according to the tune of the light music. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration to preparing the dishes for him, and he chuckled at how dedicated she looked.


    Qian Meigui heard him enter and she smiled. "You''re home!" she said. But Qian Meigui flushed without him noticing, as she realized she called his apartment, home.


    "Mhm," he said, "I brought something for you."


    Qian Meigui glanced up from the dishes, surprised. What did he bring her?


    Song Sheng dropped a box of pastries, and her eyes began to sparkle. Qian Meigui cursed him. How could he be doing this to her heart? But she shook the feelings.


    "Thank you," she said with a soft smile.


    "There''s one more thing," he said, but his face was grave. It could be nothing good.


    "What is it?" she asked with her eyes widened in fear.


    He opened his briefcase, slamming a news article in front of her face. The title said, "President Song Ren Believes Legal Case Is Not Important." She quickly skimmed through the pages and found that the Jian''s have placed statements claiming that Song Ren was not present for the legal proceedings, and initially wanted to compensate until she accused the plaintiff of lying.


    There were also more articles about Song Ren only showing her face to cover up the fact that she does not want to take responsibility for what happened to their son. Furthermore, there were pictures of Song Ren kissing a mystery man with the cap after addressing the public, and leaving the day after her announcement.


    Qian Meigui curled her fingers around the edges of the article. She could not believe that the media was trying to stir against the family and company. The media never cared about the truth; they only wanted to spin lies and debate.


    At last, Qian Meigui glanced up at Song Sheng, her face cold and unwilling to yield. Song Sheng appeared to be looking at her with a slight smile.


    "Why don''t you look angry?" she asked.


    Song Sheng leaned over. "Because I have confidence in you. In us," he began, "I have already spoken with Song Entertainment. They are shutting the news. Even if Song Ren is not close to them, she is still part of the family."


    Qian Meigui nodded, "All right then. But do we tell her?"


    "What do you think?" he asked, "If we tell her, she will come straight home."


    Qian Meigui thought for a moment, "She''s on vacation with Su Feng. Perhaps they should announce their engagement," she said.


    "That''s Song Ren''s choice. But I''m not sure she''s ready," he said.


    "Why?" she asked.


    "You haven''t figured it out? Because there are people after her. They will be out for Sun Group as well. You should know by now; Song Ren is protecting him."


    Qian Meigui appeared to be stunned. "Is that why they haven''t announced it?"


    "Mhm," he said.


    "Song Ren is probably trying to lure those people out. The only people that know about their engagement are the two immediate families, the Su''s and the Song''s."


    "So do you believe that some on the inside is trying to stir this?"


    "Perhaps, but we don''t know for sure," he said.


    Qian Meigui placed her hand under her chin. "We must be missing something," she claimed.


    "Let''s connect the dots after we eat, shall we?"


    Qian Meigui nodded. They both ate some rice with sweet and sour pork.


    After dinner, they sat on the sofa with documents spread across the table. "What do you think people are after Song Corporation?" Qian Meigui asked.


    "There could be many. It could be revenge; it could be about our father, it could be about Sun Group as well."


    "Hmm," Qian Meigui thought out loud, "Once Song Ren returns, we have to tell her."


    "Of course."


    "First things first, we must solve the case with the Jian''s. I think I found something." Qian Meigui handed something over to Song Sheng. His eyes widened slightly at what she showed him. He gave her a gentle, knowing smile. Qian Meigui felt entranced and momentarily stunned. Her heart skipped a beat, but she ignored it.


    "When Song Ren returns, we will shut this down."


    "Xiao Mei, you make me proud to know you."

 Chapter 54：Nice To See You Again

    Qian Meigui heard a faint shuffle in her room and the feeling of someone tapping her shoulder persistently. She furrowed her brows, flicking away the hand. Then she suddenly felt the sensation of being tickled. She quickly overcame with a sudden laughing fit, "No!" she said while trying to contain it.


    Qian Meigui opened her eyes, grabbing onto the person while trying to regain her breath. Song Sheng appeared in her vision with a gentle expression; she almost instantly gasped at how handsome he looked. It was early morning, but he wore a pine-green turtleneck sweater, with black pants. His black hair was neatly combed over to one side with the strands slightly falling over, but it looked good.


    One of his hands were planted on the bed next to her body as he leaned over. In the morning, his eyes reflected the amber hues from the natural glow of sunlight. This time, Qian Meigui did not glance away; she remained rooted in her place, trying not to reveal a blush.


    "What are you doing?" she asked with a slight dry voice of the morning.


    Seeming to notice, Song Sheng handed her a glass of water from the nightstand. Qian Meigui took it suspiciously. "How did you know I was thirsty?"


    It''s true. Qian Meigui was thirsty. But for Song Sheng to pick up her habits? Qian Meigui pouted, looking away while drinking down the water.


    Knowing him for years, she did not care that her hair was unkempt or that she did not wear any makeup. She naturally wore her oversized shirt and small shorts to bed. In front of him, she could always be herself.


    "What''s wrong?" she attempted to ask him why he invaded her room, despite it being the guest room of his apartment.


    "I have a shoot today so that I will be coming home late again."


    Qian Meigui was surprised that he reported to her, "What kind of shoot?"


    Song Sheng looked at her, "modelling," he said.


    "Oh," she began, "that makes sense."


    "What makes sense?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened, "Nothing. Forget I said anything." She masked her face with a composed expression.


    "Mhm, okay," he paused. "There''s one more thing," he blurted out. Qian Meigui turned to face him curiously.


    "Song Ren is returning soon, and I''ve done a lot of thinking."


    Qian Meigui leaned toward him, her ears peering at what he had to say next.


    Song Sheng then leaned in closer to her as , "I need you to think Xiao Mei, who does Song Ren trust most in this world?"


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened, suspecting, not able to comprehend or accept the answer she''s known all along. She faced him, knowing.


    Song Sheng nodded. Qian Meigui looked at him. "Impossible," she blew out an exasperated breath, "But how?" she asked, "why?"


    "We''ll figure it out," he began, "as well as their motives."


    "All right," Qian Meigui nodded with determination.


    Feeling motivated, Qian Meigui scooted out from the bed sheets. Song Sheng rose, ruffling her bed hair and said, "I''ll see you later."


    "Mhm. I''ll see you at night," she said as she placed on her slippers.


    --


    Qian Meigui went to the office, and the atmosphere felt relaxed as the employees knew that Song Ren wasn''t in. Yet, when she walked in, most of them stiffened as they still respected Qian Meigui as a member of the Song family.


    The employees hastily returned to work, and Yang Minzhe approached her while breaking out with sweat. "Thank goodness you''re here. I can''t get them to do anything on my own."


    Qian Meigui chuckled, "Minzhe, I wonder how Ren entrusts you to do anything."


    "I don''t know myself," he said, "perhaps faith."


    Qian Meigui gave him a harlequin smile, "Indeed," she said before she walked away.


    Yang Minzhe raised a brow, but he shrugged off her odd behaviour and walked away.


    As Qian Meigui made her way to the legal department, she noticed a familiar figure. She approached closer, not believing who it was. "Zhong Liu?" she questioned,


    Zhong Liu was hovering around the hall as he turned around, his eyes glazed with an icy frostiness before it warmed with shock. "Xiao Mei?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui smiled and shook his hand. "It''s nice to see you again," she said. Zhong Liu was a close friend of Song Ren, but he befriended Qian Meigui too after he noticed that she did not have many friends back when they were in the same school. "You''ve changed so much," he said with a sincere smile and tone.


    Zhong Liu could not believe it. The quiet girl who used to wear her hair in braids and an oversized backpack was someone who appeared to be bold now. She wore a mahogany pencil shirt with a matching blazer and white blouse. Her long wavy hair spilled over her shoulders, and she appeared to be more womanly.


    "What are you doing here?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts.


    "I came to see you. I heard you are your sister''s legal representative."


    "Mhm," she said.


    "Well, I am a legal representative for the Jian''s, but when I took the case for my law firm, I didn''t know it was against Song Corporation. So I''m hoping now that we can discuss over the case to settle some things before we proceed. The last thing I want to do is to hurt an old friend."


    "Sounds good," she said. Qian Meigui leads him into the legal department to meet with him. They spent hours discussing. Out of all Song Ren''s friends¡ªand she had many¡ªZhong Lui was the only one that acknowledged her. Su Feng had occasionally greeted her, but he never got close with her because of their family rivalry.


    Zhong Lui made sure Qian Meigui was taken care of at school, and though he was intelligent and popular, he treated her like everyone else.

 Chapter 55：Rivals

    The Next Day:


    Song Ren drove back home this time with Su Feng in the passenger seat. After spending the weekend with the Su family, she parted ways with them, exchanging numbers with some of his female cousins and Su Yuying begged to visit her back home.


    She glanced to her side, where Su Feng was resting his head against the window. He crossed his arms against his chest. She turned her head to focus on the road when she felt something warm against her right hand. She realized that Su Feng had enveloped her hand with his, holding tight. When she turned to face him, his eyes were still closed, and his head remained against the glass window.


    When they arrived at her home, Su Feng helped Song Ren bring her stuff inside, while he ket mum to himself. As they walked in, they stumbled into a chaotic looking home. It looked like an earthquake had occurred in the city while they left town, as the structure of the household was intact, but everything inside was a mess. But it was not an earthquake; it was Song Jinyi and Song Jun.


    Song Jinyi was eating out of a jar of Nutella while she stumbled upon Song Ren with a face full of wrath and fury. She dropped her spoon, quickly scurrying away. But as she ran, she bumped into Song Jun as he left the living room and they both collided, crashing their heads and collapsing on the floor.


    "Sis, you''re back," said Song Jun anxiously as he rubbed his head, from the marble floor.


    "Hm, I came a day early," she said. As her parent''s left the country, and her brother left the nest. Song Ren had been responsible for the twins, but she trusted them. But she couldn''t be entirely mad. Song Ren understood the rebellious mind of teenagers. "Where is Song Mei?" she asked.


    Song Jinyi shrugged, "Mei has been here in days, but she calls every day. Says she''s been working with Song Sheng diligently that she always ends up crashing at his place."


    Song Jun continued, "Besides, as Jinyi said, why are you here early Ren?"


    Song Ren smiled with some underlying anger. "Because of the tabloids. I think Xiao Mei thought I wouldn''t find out, but I keep tabs on everything. Yang Minzhe reported to me directly. Allegedly, I am a heartless president who preys on lower-class citizens."


    "I came as soon as I heard," she said.


    Su Feng stepped in. "I''m going home," he said as he swiftly planted a kiss on Song Ren''s head. Song Jinyi giggled to Song Jun, but they scurried away when they noticed Song Ren, giving them a deadly glare.


    Song Ren turned to face him, "When can I see you next?" she asked him.


    Su Feng moved closer, grazing her ear with his warm breath. "The day after tomorrow?" he asked her. Song Ren''s breath hitched, and she slowly nodded. Su Feng granted her a smile, a light peck against her lips and left the house.


    Song Ren placed her things back in her room and drove her car, but instead of the company, she went towards a different direction.


    --


    Su Feng drove his car towards his home. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to his personal computer. He read headlines and articles about Song Ren, and he felt annoyed by what they are trying to stir.


    Su Feng dug into his private company files and hacked into his father''s system. As he searched through the data, he found nothing.


    For hours, he kept looking. Then without permission, he hacked into Song Corporation. Su Feng studied computer science and engineering, in addition to his other specialties. He began to find some correlations between the data of Sun Group and Song Corporation. As he connected some information, his heart beat rapidly, his eyes darted from left to right on the screen quickly, his hands were slick with sweat, and he reached for the trash can next to him feeling sick.


    "Sun Group is responsible," he breathed.


    --


    Song Ren went to the building following Qian Meigui''s directions and her car''s navigation system. She''s never been to this apartment, but she''s heard of the complex. Song Sheng had left his elevator opened for her to go up.


    Her siblings greeted her upon arrival; the people she trusts with every fibre of her being: Song Sheng, her twin from another lifetime, and Qian Meigui, her best friend.


    Song Ren glanced around the apartment filled with papers, journals, documents, and even an idea board, scattered like an office. Song Jinyi was right; they kept busy.


    "Did you figure it out?" Qian Meigui asked.


    "Mhm," Song Ren said gravely. She took a seat on the fancy couch, loosening a deep breath. "My fianc¨¦''s company is responsible. But unbeknown to Su Feng."


    "How did you suspect?" Qian Meigui asked.


    "I had my suspicions since Su Feng asked me to marry him," she began, "it was highly encouraged by his father since we were children. When I went to his house, I learned that he was an illegitimate son. And then it hit me. Sun Group is highly competitive; they would never surrender their power to Song Corporation, nor would they combine resources," she paused.


    "Nonetheless, Song Corporation has been doing exceedingly well over the last few years. So when Su Feng told his father that he wanted me. His father made him a successor. But why? Now I know. Mr. Su would instead give me to his illegitimate son than his legitimate son, Su Guiren because I''m still not good enough for him. But I''m glad; I would rather be single for the rest of my life if Su Guiren were my only choice in marriage.


    "If I were to marry Su Feng, and Mr. Su revokes his inheritance, then Song Corporation would be forced to submit to Sun Group and Su Guiren. In the end, it''s the power they wanted."


    Qian Meigui''s face was hard and grave, but Song Ren smiled.


    "Why are you smiling?" she asked.


    "Because," she began, "I will make sure they don''t win. But regardless of the outcome, Su Feng is mine," she stated calmly.


    Qian Meigui shivered, not because Song Ren was frightening, but because she felt her blood sing the same way Song Ren felt, the thirst for revenge. It surprised Qian Meigui. She admired Song Ren''s commitment towards her company, and towards the man she wanted. Some part of her felt jealous. Not for the Su Feng, but for their intimacy, for being allowed to express their desire for one another so freely. Without facing too many devastating consequences.


    She turned to her side, and Song Sheng was already looking at her. They exchanged faces as if they held secrets as if they were the only ones who could read each other. After spending so much time with him, she learned his body language, and she did not want to forget.

 Chapter 56：Case Dismissed (1)

    That night, Qian Meigui returned to Song mansion with Ren. On the way, they were both quiet until Song Ren commented, "You''ve been hanging out with Sheng for an awfully long time."


    Looking out the window, Qian Meigui answered, "Mhm, yes."


    Song Ren chuckled, "I''m sorry then. I know you would rather do something else than spend time with him."


    Qian Meigui smiled grimly and shook her head, "not at all."


    That night Qian Meigui went back to her bedroom, and everything was in the same place as she left it. The only thing that felt different was that the room was cold, and Song Sheng was not across the hall. No sounds of him coming home late in the evening, no immersed conversations, or him waiting for her to wake up, informing her of a long day ahead.


    She sighed deeply as she fell on the bed, wondering what she could do. After a moment, Qian Meigui rose and turned on her desk lamp. She began to work hard until she felt sleepy; that was what kept her mind occupied.


    The following morning, Qian Meigui went to work with Song Ren. Headed straight to the Public Relations Department, she noticed girls gathering around one of the cubicles gossiping loudly.


    Puzzled, Qian Meigui approached them as they should have been working on their jobs. The girls were smiling at each other, and one of them noticed her, "Ah, Song Mei, look at this."


    Her colleague handed her a magazine where Song Sheng was on the front cover. The girls laughed together and turned to her, "Song Mei, your brother is way too handsome. May we ask if he''s single?" Qian Meigui felt stumped. On the front cover, they could only see his face from his shoulders up. He wore business attire; his hair combed to one side, his freckles appeared brightly, and his golden eyes shone. His jawline was tight and sharp. He looked at the camera with a reserved expression, but in a way that was charming, compelling, and entrancing for anyone to behold.


    Qian Meigui gulped and smiled at them with a gentle expression. She wasn''t one to lie, so she said, "Mhm, he''s single."


    The women grinned lustrously, and one of them said with a wink, "Put in a good word for us, Xiao Mei."


    Qian Meigui nodded, "Mhm," before walking away with the catalogue in hand. As she went to her office, she flipped through the pages as Song Sheng modelled for various clothing. One of the pages was also advertising his film, and the actress held on to him, leaning over his shoulder, holding his hand as he sat on a chair. He held his head against her affectionately. She squeezed the edges of the catalogue before placing it in one of her desk drawers. She sat on her office desk, feeling dejected.


    In the early afternoon, after lunch, Qian Meigui went to the courthouse. Soon after, Song Sheng, Song Ren, Wen Zhaohui, Yang Minzhe and more representatives of the company came in and shortly after them was the Zhong Liu, the Jian''s and their family.


    They all sat on separate ends of the courthouse, awaiting the judges and jury.


    The judge sat in the middle of the courthouse, and Qian Meigui felt nervous. Suddenly, she felt a reassuring touch from Song Sheng who placed a hand on her back, but she ignored it.


    At last, the Judge said, "We are here today because of the Plaintiff, Mrs. Jian, accusing the defendant Song Corporation of providing misleading, harmful, medicine that resulted in bodily harm. The plaintiff wants to sue Song Corporation for 200 million Yuan to settle as a plea," she paused as she turned a page of documents the judge held, "Now, Mr. Zhong Liu, can you now present the case on behalf of the Jian''s?" she asked.


    Zhong Liu nodded, "Certainly." He headed towards the stand and asked, "I will present the case, forthrightly."


    Song Ren''s face was hard, but tactful, and prepared. She eyed her old friend, Zhong Liu. She knew what would come next.


    Zhong Liu''s friendly face from earlier disappeared, abandoning the old friend, replaced with a professional.


    He began, "The plaintiff claims that Song Corporation provided a drug that caused their son to obtain the effects of a severe allergic reaction, without any warning labels of the said ingredient. Now, the family suffered a hefty medical fee and sought compensation to cover the costs of any future medical expenses as well as harming the boy." Zhong Liu approached the judge with evidence of the labels, medicine, and pictures of the boy in the hospital. Qian Meigui''s jaw clenched, and she shifted in her seat unsteadily, suddenly not feeling confident in herself.


    Zhong Liu returned to his seat with the plaintiff''s family as the judge observed the evidence. Afterward, the judge asked Wen Zhaohui to present Song Corporation''s case. Wen Zhaohui presented documents that stated the labels during the manufacturing process.


    Because it did not look like they had much evidence to support Song Corporation, Mrs. Jian appeared to be smug about the whole thing. Qian Meigui heaved a breath and rose from her seat, dismissing Wen Zhaohui. He gave her a grim nod before she stood in front of the court. All eyes were on her.

 Chapter 57：Case Dismissed (2)

    All eyes were on her.


    Qian Meigui kept her expression composed, but on the inside, she trembled. She passed the judge some documents about past hospital records of the plaintiff''s son. "Your honour, I obtained these on the permission of the police as we acquired a warrant on behalf of our case."


    Mrs. Jian stood up, her face red with anger, "That is against the law! Breaching patient confidentiality!"


    Qian Meigui looked at her, unwavering, "Mrs. Jian, you sit here accusing a large corporation about such serious matters. It''s against the law to keep them from the relevancy of court."


    Mrs. Jian was fuming, but Qian Meigui was not amused. Instead, her face was grave.


    "According to hospital records, the plaintiff''s son had a small dosage, but his bloodwork shows that the allergic reaction appeared to be inflicted by a needle from another one of his medicinal dosages. I believe this may be a case of Factitious disorder imposed by another or Munchausen Syndrome By Proxy. Your honour, if you look through various medical records, Mrs. Jian''s son has been sickly for years, but none of the symptoms he faces appear to be progressive. Therefore, it is safe to assume and prove that Mrs. Jian is abusing her child and wanted the opportunity to obtain compensation because the ingredients were similar."


    "In other words, Mrs. Jian gave her son these dosages slowly until he got sick. Other than her inflictions, this boy should be healthy. There is also evidence that proves that she has been obtaining money by charity donations. But to sue a large corporation can allow her to obtain millions and defame us at the same time," Qian Meigui finished.


    Mrs. Jian''s face drained of colour, and she looked terrible. There was some relief in the boy''s eyes. The woman rose to try to leave when the police arrived to take her. "It was Sun Group!" she yelled, "They made me do it!"


    Qian Meigui turned and said, "Sun Group didn''t force you to be a terrible mother. That was all you." Mr. Jian, the boy''s father, appeared to be dumbfounded by the accusation. Not aware of what his wife had done.


    Without her knowing, the crowd watched Qian Meigui with awe. Song Ren wore an appreciative smile, Zhong Liu was stunned, and Song Sheng stared at her with a complicated look of pride and admiration.


    The judge spent the next few hours reviewing the case. When she returned, she dismissed the case, and Song Corporation was innocent.


    Qian Meigui felt as if her shoulders dropped in relief. She turned, and Song Ren gave her a bear hug. "You did it!" she said. Qian Meigui granted her sister a genuine smile. If it weren''t for Song Ren, she wouldn''t have made it this far. Now, all she had to do were get her credentials.


    As they all left the courthouse, Zhong Liu stopped her at the entrance. "Xiao Mei," he said with a deep magnetic tone. Qian Meigui faced him. "You did well," he began, "It surprised me." She then grinned at him widely. He blushed a bit, scratching the back of his head, preventing her from noticing.


    "I''ve studied law, but I need to get my full credentials to practice it. Today, I just assisted Wen Zhaohui, and he let me," Qian Meigui responded.


    Zhong Liu stared at her with his depthless black eyes. He had black hair and just like those days in high school; he was still handsome and thoughtful. Qian Meigui was about to bid him farewell, when he asked, "Xiao Mei, can I take you for some coffee some time? We can talk more about law, and I can provide you with some connections."


    Without much thought, she said, "Mhm, I would like that." Zhong Lui pulled out his phone to exchange numbers when she heard a deep voice say, "Mei, we should be getting home."


    "Mhm, give me a moment," Qian Meigui said calmly to him. They finished exchanging numbers. And Qian Meigui left the courthouse with Song Sheng. As they walked side by side quietly, she realized something. "Oh, I was supposed to leave with Song Ren back home."


    Song Sheng gave her an agitated look. "It''s all right," he began tonelessly, "Ren left with Su Feng. So I will take you home."


    "But I don''t want to trouble you," she said.


    "It''s no trouble at all," he slightly gritted out.


    Again, the drive home was silent. The mood between them was also quiet and tense. And Qian Meigui could not figure it out. When they arrived, she left the car abruptly, closing the door shut without uttering another word. Song Sheng waited for her to get into the house. He then opened the window of his car, lighting a cigarette, inhaling a deep drag. He was the reason why they can''t move forward, yet why did his heart feel so torn when he saw her agree to go on a date with another man so nonchalantly?

 Chapter 58：I Love You

    Su Feng drove Song Ren to a drive-in mountain top. She felt puzzled by why he took her there instead of going home. She wanted to question him, but she kept her thoughts to herself.


    Song Ren followed his lead by exiting the car, walking up to the rails with the overview of the city slowly behind him, watching his tall silhouette blend into the colours of the setting sun. She shivered against the ice-cold wind but ignored the night chill. She settled her eyes on the man before her.


    When she caught up with Su Feng, his face was long and grave, not like many of the other expressions she witnessed before. Typically, he wore smug expressions, and his smiles were often blinding, but pleasing to the eyes. Song Ren wondered if she would ever compliment Su Feng if they are together under the public eye. Su Feng often had an upbeat and happy personality, whereas she was always reserved and aloof. But who knew that all this time he was suffering on the inside?


    Song Ren looked over at the city, waiting for him to say something. But she realized that the view was beautiful, lively. She looked over at Su Feng who stared, too, fascinated by sight. She heard him exhale deeply before saying, "You know I use to hate the city."


    Song Ren glanced up at him, watching him, waiting. He continued, "I begged my father to allow me to live in this city, mainly for escape, but because you were here too. I did not even know you, but Song Ren, your names were what rang in my mind. I was a troubled child, but I wanted to prove to him that I could be the best," he paused to look at her gently.


    "Then, I came here. I hated this city because I hated crowds, hated people. But you were here, and when I got to know you, I did not want to leave. During one of our school trips, we came here." He pointed towards their vacant surroundings. The night loomed over them like shadows, but the city only shone brighter. "I remember seeing you stand right here in this very spot. Your hair swayed gently. Your face was tightly knitted but when I called your name, you turned to me and smiled."


    "So I worked hard," he continued, "Remember Ren; you''re the reason why I am here; you''re the reason why I worked so hard all this time."


    Song Ren watched him eye-wide, her expression to near-tears. Su Feng''s grey long coat swayed against the wind. His arm reached out to brush the fallen tears from her cheek. He kept his palm on her face as Song Ren subconsciously leaned into his touch.


    "You already knew?" he said with a slightly hoarse voice.


    Song Ren nodded against his caress. His gentle expression saddened with grief.


    "I''m sorry," he choked. "I didn''t know my family was plotting against you."


    Song Ren smiled as her tears poured from her eyes. "You couldn''t have known. They are your family, and they used you." Song Ren''s expressed then changed to something like vengeful and determined with her tear-stained eyes. "But they''re not all bad. We can fight against those who want you gone."


    Su Feng''s expression was crestfallen. He shook his head, "No. It''s my fight," he began, "I have to go home and settle these matters. I don''t want to involve you," he said.


    Song Ren grasped one of his hands tightly. "You already involved me when you asked me to marry you, and when you invited me to your home," she responded firmly.


    "I never asked you to marry me," he said coldly. Song Ren stepped away from him, stunned by his words. What? But? Thoughts began to warped around her mind endlessly, almost making her sick. What is he saying?


    Su Feng watched as horror flashed across her eyes. He felt terrible. But Su Feng needed to do this; needed to push her away so that he could not hold her back from being who she needed to be. It''s inevitable now that Su Feng will lose everything, and be nothing for her.


    "Ren, I think we should break up." Su Feng could taste the bile in his throat from saying those words, but he had to give her the message. He glanced at Song Ren, who gave him a cold-hard stare in return. Her face was tight with her eyebrows knitted. Su Feng took her hand in his again and kissed the back of it. "Thank you, Ren. I''m sorry. May we see each other again after this is all over."


    Song Ren felt a lump in her throat. As Su Feng walked back to the car, Song Ren clenched her fists, gathering her skirt between her fingers, trying to absorb what he told her. What was this? Song Ren shook her head, biting back the welling in her eyes. Years ago, Su Feng tormented her, and she wished that he disappeared. Then he came back, toying with her feelings. And he was going to walk out again?


    Song Ren started, catching up to his pace. She grabbed his wrist, turning around Su Feng, too, had welled in his eyes. He looked at her heavy-heartily. Song Ren felt like her heart was going to burst. "I love you," she managed to say through her choked up throat. Su Feng felt dazed as she held onto him. Between them, the wind caressed their clothing. The only things that they heard were the sighing trees and the distant sound of cars driving past below. But in between their surrounding sounds, it took Su Feng moments to register those words.


    Abruptly, Su Feng picked her up and threw her over his shoulder without uttering a word. Song Ren gasped. "What are you doing?!" she asked him.


    "I''m taking you to my home," Su Feng casually said as he carried her to his car. "It looks like you''re stuck with me since you love me so."


    "...!!" Song Ren was speechless. Su Feng placed her gently on the passenger seat, strapping the seat belt over, smiling smugly. Song Ren clenched her teeth together, blushing. What the hell did I say? She thought. And they both drove off to a warm night.

 Chapter 59：Engagement Ring

    The furniture, portraits, and decorations were simple yet elegant. It was apparent Su Feng lived alone, but in such a large home, it made her curious.


    Song Ren looked around the room, eyeing every detail, and her heart settled. Around Su Feng, he always made her feel nervous or calm. It had been like that for years, watching him from a distance, wanting him, but not having him. Denying her feelings as if it were easy to avoid. He was handsome and intelligent, and everything many girls wanted. Back in sports festivals, girls and friends surrounded him like ants on a hill; and Song Ren would be standing near a bench alone as she witnessed his glory. But even though she pined after him, she never once showed or revealed her feelings. Song Ren didn''t want to give him the satisfaction of winning. Now, she truly lost, because she confessed to him first, but in the end, she''s winning too.


    Su Feng took her coat, and she rubbed her arms from the slight chill. Seeing her reaction, Su Feng turned up the heater, and the room gradually warmed.


    After moments of silence, Song Ren delved the courage to ask firmly, "Why did you bring me here?" With a side-eye glance, she saw his beautiful lips curl into a smile. His charming face enveloped her sight, his stare was playful, but it turned into hunger, thirst, eagerness, and everything in between. His stare incessantly provoked her to feel warm. Her core pooling as he stepped forward. Her heart beat hastened erratically.


    He was so beautiful. Every glorious inch of him was beautiful. He swiftly approached Song Ren, grasping her face in between his hands, tucking strands behind her ears, searching for the light that shone in her eyes. "Come with me," he said gently. Her breath hitched, and she tried to calm her breathing, but it was no use. She nodded slightly, permitting him to lead her to wherever they had to go. If it''s Su Feng, she will follow him to the edge of the earth, and she hated how much control he had over her. But in the back of her mind, she was inexplicably happy. She loved him truly. And she did not realize it until she said those words out loud.


    Su Feng had grasped her hand tightly, locking their fingers together. Su Feng leads her up the stairs to his bedroom. It was massive yet simplistic. The bed was king sized, and she gasped. "There''s lots of room in here," he casually said. But Song Ren''s cheeks burned like an iron rod of a fireplace.


    Song Ren breathed out deeply, but he leads her near the bed. Slowly, she sat on it, her chest thundering like a storm. Then all of a sudden, he reached over to his nightstand. He picked up a black box, opening it until it sprang wide, revealing a diamond ring. Song Ren was at a loss for words, parting her lips, trying to comprehend the air between them.


    The pear-shaped diamond ring was symmetrical, perfectly aligning the centre with the round edges, both sides identical. The band was golden, and it reminded her of a teardrop. "A teardrop ring," she breathed, her eyes wide in amazement. "The teardrop ring resembles resiliency," he began, "It compliments a bold woman who knows what she wants and how to achieve that."


    Song Ren''s eyes stared unbelievably into his ice-blue eyes, that appeared to be gentle like the calm waves of a river. His cheeks were red from his nerves, and he carefully asked the question as one of his knees were rested flat against the floor, "Will you marry me, Ren?" he popped the question nervously. Song Ren paused. He waited until he asked again, "Will you do me the honour of being my wife?" She paused again, blinking profusely. But after a while, she nodded harshly, still dazed without even having the word to answer. Song Ren wondered how he knew her so well. She preferred private engagements over public engagements, and it was not over the top, it was simple, quick, and between the two of them so intimately.


    Su Feng slipped the ring on her finger, perfectly fitting. Dazed, she raised her hand, the diamond glittering with colours from the room lighting. Song Ren stared at it, quite unbelieving. She glanced back down at Su Feng, who looked at her with admiration and appreciation. At that moment, Song Ren felt like she should return the favour.


    She asked him with her sweet smokey tone, "Will you now take responsibility for me now?" Su Feng gulped, his throat bobbing, his breathing deepening, "I have been left dry for some time," he said, "Waiting for you." And like that, Su Feng pounced on her. He kissed her enticing soft lips, quenching the thirst he desired for so long.


    Song Ren was the woman he wanted, above all the other females from his past; she was the only thing that occupied his mind when he both hated and loathed her. But he loved her now. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tightening the gap between them as he fell over her. She looked at him seductively, and his chest rose, pounding as much as his friend throbbed below. Su Feng looked at her, her gorgeous black hair curtaining her figure. He returned to her lips, and she bit him, testing his patience. Su Feng had dealt with her teasing enough, and he unleashed himself upon her.

 Chapter 60：Warm Body: 18+

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    Su Feng looked at Song Ren, her gorgeous black hair curtaining her figure. He returned to her lips, and she bit him, testing his patience. Su Feng had dealt with her teasing enough, and he unleashed himself upon her.


    It was inevitable. Being with Song Ren was inevitable. Su Feng would have waited until they were married; he would have waited even beyond that. Su Feng would wait until however long, as long as he got to be with Song Ren. Surprisingly tonight, she provoked him. Tonight, she initiated it.


    He was hell-bent on going home, barging into the main house, spewing foul things at his father and half-brother for what they did, stealing Su Yuying in the dead of night to leave the city. He would have gone and abandon everything, and maybe he wouldn''t have seen Song Ren again. Su Feng felt like he was nothing, and if he stayed, what could he do?


    Song Ren was kissing his neck and chin religiously when she noticed his hesitation. Song Ren paused slightly. She held his face in between her hands, smiling at him gently with glimmering eyes. "What is it?" she whispered, though no one was around. Appreciating her concern, Su Feng reached down, pecking her lips. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, hugging him, assuring him comfort. Even he felt nervous.


    As they hugged, Song Ren felt the pattern of her heartbeat fasten like Su Feng''s thundering chest. They both felt it, the nerves, their desire for one another, their longing and anxieties. But they felt calm and sweet. They hugged for so long; it felt as if they were about to merge. But their clothes were in the way.


    Su Feng rose to dim the lighting. Song Ren propped up her body with her elbows, "Why don''t you turn off all the lights?" she asked.


    Su Feng smirked, swiping his thumb against his swollen-bit lips. "I want to see every inch of you, with the lights on," he said earnestly. Song Ren gnashed her teeth in response, biting down the flush from her face. She felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. How could he casually say that?


    The brightness dimmed to the lowest setting above the darkness. The light was faint, but it allowed both Song Ren and Su Feng to see each other''s expressions, each other''s figure. Su Feng took the lead, and she let him. He positioned her to straddle him so that they could kiss for a long time.


    It began slowly. Song Ren and Su Feng kissed with tiny breaths in between, exchanging moisture and air. Gradually, their kissing grew eagerly, passionately, fervent. Song Ren pulled him closer, pressing him against her body. She grew breathless, nearly winded, as Su Feng snaked his hands around her body, searching for the zipper while they kissed.


    He unzipped her dress as he kissed her until Song Ren ran out of breath. She pulled away, gasping like a loose fish on dry land. Su Feng eagerly found another part of her body to kiss her collarbones.


    Quickly, Su Feng flipped her underneath him, removing the dress from her body. She wore an ivory laced bra and matching underwear. He rose, standing over her, appreciating every inch of her body with his unwavering gaze. God, he loved her.


    Su Feng returned to her lips, she reached up to touch the belt buckle of his pants, but he shook his head. Though he was hard, Su Feng wanted to express his appreciation for her first.


    He reached down to swiftly unbuckled the clasp of her bra. He kissed her lips before snaking kisses down from her head, to her ears, and throat. His hands also roamed freely, but he glanced up at her to check how she was. There was no discomfort on her face. "May I?" he asked, for reassurance. She nodded harshly, permitting him, begging him.


    Su Feng kissed her body as his hands roamed until they found her supple breasts. He squeezed and played with one of them, as he sucked the other greedily. Song Ren gasped and trembled under his touch. She did not tremble from nerves, but due to anticipation.


    Su Feng licked one of them, as he flicked and pressed the other. Song Ren bit down on her lips, preventing a moan from escaping. Su Feng''s kisses trailed down her body until he reached her core.


    Su Feng slipped her white-laced underwear from her legs, leaving the diamond ring on her finger as the only thing she wore. He pressed his fingers against her hips, and she shivered with desire.


    Su Feng''s fingers continued to trail until he touched her heat. He smiled, smugly at her reaction. Song Ren''s breathing fasted. He slowly rubbed her bud, testing her body. She shook as if she was struggling to move, but she was trying to hold herself down. Su Feng rubbed more until he slipped a finger inside. Song Ren stopped moving, and Su Feng waited until she adjusted herself on his finger. Seeing as her body welcomed him, he slipped in another.


    His movements began to hurry as he thrust his fingers in her. He then kneeled, spreading her other leg away, allowing him to taste her. She held onto his golden hair as he slid his tongue and thrust at the same time.


    She moaned loudly, one hand grabbing the sheets above her head, the other on his head of hair. She bowed her head as the climax reigned through her body. She breathed loudly, trying to regain her breath. "Hm, that was fast," Su Feng said as he stood up, licking and smacking his lips together as if he tasted delicate fruit.


    Song Ren pouted, but she reached up to unbutton his shirt hastily. Su Feng let her and watched as she unwrapped him like a gift. Song Ren stopped her movements in admiration of his broad chest. She roamed her fingers on his abdomen gently. Song Ren then dropped her hands at the centre of his belt, unbuckling his pants. She unleashed him from the boxers that kept him bound. His length sprang free, throbbing in front of her eyes. He was in pain; she knew it.


    Because Su Feng was standing while she was sitting, Song Ren grasped his hard member between her hands. She then guided his member into her full mouth. She tasted him as he grunted slightly.


    When her movements quickened, pumping and sucking him, he kept himself from groaning. He bowed his head as she throated him deeper, his hips bucked. Su Feng couldn''t wait any longer. He pulled himself from her mouth, regrettably.


    She fell back on the bed gently, her long black hair cascading over her breasts and hips. She was a sight that Su Feng hoped never to forget, even when he''s old, and his memory had escaped his mind.


    Su Feng grasped her legs gently as he held his member, teasing her wet core. He gradually entered her, allowing Song Ren to adjust to him slightly. "You will feel a bit of pain at first," he said breathlessly. Song Ren nodded. Inch by inch, he delved deeper and moved slightly.


    It pained her, Su Feng noticed. Her eyebrows knitted, but he gradually moved in and somewhat out of her. Though it hurt him to move slow, he waited until Song Ren began to feel pleasure.


    Her face began to soften, which permitted him to move faster. As he held her legs in his hand, he entered her all the way, moving back and forth until they tightened the gaps until they merged.


    He moved faster and faster. He kissed Song Ren fiercely as their bodies collided with each other, and they exchanged breaths and moans. They wrestled, and it did not take long for him to spill himself inside of her. Song Ren knew they finished when he groaned loudly. At sight, she climaxed, too, again.


    Su Feng remained inside her until their breathing calm. Their bodies were slick with sweat and each other''s fluids. Slowly, Su Feng removed himself from her body, even though the movement would have enticed him to ravish her again, he did not want to overexert her body.


    Su Feng went to the bathroom; he returned with two cloths soaked in water. He caught Song Ren, staring up at the ring. She laid on the bed with her face flushed from the afterglow. Her hair was a mess, and her mascara ran slightly. She smiled at him with a wide grin. His lips parted, and he hardened again.


    After another round of exhausting exercise, Song Ren breathed out deeply, snuggling into his embrace on the bed. He helped clean her up, despite not being able to keep his eyes opened. He kissed her head, entwining their fingers together, pressing their warm bodies together. As she closed her eyes, he said to her, "I love you too, Ren."

 Chapter 61：Qian Meigui Was Happy For Her

    In the middle of the night, Song Ren unconsciously stirred against him, awakening his desire once more. Su Feng woke her up for another round until they fell asleep again.


    In the morning, Song Ren rubbed her eyes as the sunlight peered through the curtains. She glanced up at the figure that rested, one of his arms pillowing her head. His long eyelashes fluttered, his golden-hair tousled to one side. She smiled, cupping his cheek in her hand. He did not stir as he slept, out cold. Song Ren chuckled as she shuffled out of the bedsheets.


    As Song Ren stood, her legs wobbled, her knees buckled. She touched her waist instinctively, from the aching pains. Song Ren then turned to face the sleeping figure, glaring and cursing Su Feng quietly from what he had done to her. She slipped into the bathroom, flicking on the shower. Amid the hot steaming heat, Song Ren did not notice Su Feng slip into the bathroom, stark naked. When she turned around, he startled her as he stood opposite of the glass. She made the outlines of his body, but she could not see his full contour.


    Song Ren waited a bit, before she reluctantly agreed, "All right."


    Su Feng opened the glass door, casually sliding in. As soon as he saw her, he stumped for words. Though they did it three times last night, in the shower now, in broad daylight, he could see her better. The water cascaded down her back, sleeking her hair; her cheeks flushed from the steam, and she looked like some fallen deity. He swiftly approached her, planting a deep kiss. Song Ren met him with equal passion, allowing him to express his feelings. She heard him last night when he told her; he loved her.


    Song Ren stopped him from going any further. From her view, his body was glorious. She blushed, realizing that they had gone all the way. He kissed her forehead before he reached for a shampoo bottle that had a subtle masculine fragrance. Su Feng opened it and began to place it on her head. Song Ren was puzzled, but then he massaged the shampoo into her hair cheerfully. As he washed her hair, he moved onto her body. She felt warm by his gestures. Song Ren returned the favour, and they both chuckled when they drenched in foam from both the soap and shampoo.


    After rinsing, Su Feng provided her with some of his clothing. She wore a long blue collared shirt over her underwear that wrapped around her body. Su Feng went into the kitchen preparing the meals. Song Ren sat on the couch, switching on the television, occasionally glancing at him, feeling utter bliss. She glanced at her ring finger, practically beaming. She took out her phone, taking pictures and sent them to Qian Meigui.


    Song Ren then rose from the couch, approaching Su Feng from behind, surprising him with a warm embrace and a bright smile.


    --


    Qian Meigui was in the middle of registering for her final school year when she received a message from Song Ren with (7) attachments. Curiously, she opened the message and gasped at how the photos were of her hand wearing a glimmering pear-shaped ring ¡ª the images taken from various angles of her hand. The room appeared to be unfamiliar and judging from Su Feng at the background of one of them, Qian Meigui figured out what happened.


    Qian Meigui was beaming, she felt like exclaiming out loud, but because she was in a public space, she made no noise. But on the inside, she was happy for Song Ren. She felt like rushing to her now, speaking about the arrangements. But she had to finish her errands. She sent back a message of congratulations. She wanted to tell Song Ren that she had passed her entrance exam for law school, but she felt like it was pointless since Song Ren believed in her anyway.


    After she sent the message, she went back to filling her documents. Amid filling them, she thought about Song Ren. Qian Meigui knew she must be feeling blissfully happy for being with someone she was in love with. But Qian Meigui wondered how it felt to be with someone they loved, where the feelings are mutual. She couldn''t relate. Regardless, Qian Meigui was happy for her.


    Qian Meigui finished, and she went up to the secretary of the new school she''s attending. After she handed them in, she drove back home. On her way, she passed a billboard promoting Song Sheng''s movie. As she drove further, she drove past his apartment complex. His handsome face appeared everywhere she went, and she was feeling exhausted about it.


    When she arrived home, Qian Meigui greeted Song Jinyi and Song Jun. They both wore cheerful smiles, hearing about Song Ren''s news. They then held her hands, and their moods seemed to brighten up her spirits until she walked into the living space and realized Song Sheng had come over to visit.


    "What are you doing here?" Qian Meigui asked him coldly.


    Song Sheng knitted his eyebrows, "I came here to visit you guys, waiting for Ren."


    "Ah," she responded calmly. "Ren may come for dinner; maybe she won''t come home at all."


    "I''ll wait then," Song Sheng retorted.


    "Suit yourself." Qian Meigui sighed, leaving before he asked, "Where are you going?" Qian Meigui paused before turning to him. "Outside," she said. "Then I''m coming with you," he casually responded. Qian Meigui glanced at him curiously with furrowed eyebrows. Eventually, she gave up, rolled her eyes, and allowed him to follow her.


    As they went to the yard, a warm breeze swept through them, ruffling Qian Meigui''s pale pink dress. She sat by a large weeping willow tree, the sky bright blue, but the clouds covered the blazing sun. Spring was nearly over. She pulled a textbook from her bag and began to read.


    From her peripheral vision, Qian Meigui saw Song Sheng sit next to her, peering over her shoulder. She glared at him slightly before shifting away. Song Sheng also shifted, sitting next to her again.


    Qian Meigui slammed her textbook. "Can I help you?" she asked with an irritated tone.


    "Why are you mad at me?" he asked. His hair fell over his beautiful lashes as he looked into her deep brown eyes, searching for an answer.


    "I''m not mad," she tried to say as toneless as she could muster. Song Sheng crossed his arms, "yes you are. What have I done to piss you off?"


    Qian Meigui was about to say something, but she was at a loss for words. What could she say? That she saw him in a catalogue with his costar? That sounded ridiculous! Just as Song Sheng was about to persist, Qian Meigui received a phone call from Zhong Liu. The name appeared brightly on her screen. She rose to take the call when Song Sheng left abruptly. Qian Meigui looked at him, sighing as he left, and answered the call.

 Chapter 62：Fallen Angel

    Song Sheng saw the name of Zhong Liu appear on Qian Meigui''s phone screen when she rose quickly to answer the call. Irritated, Song Sheng left the yard abruptly, entering the house, finding something else to keep himself occupied. He remembered that he came here for Song Ren.


    Qian Meigui watched Song Sheng enter the house as she answered the call. "Hello?"


    "Hello Mei," Zhong Liu said, charmingly over the phone. "How are you at the moment?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui looked up at the cloudy sky where a flock of birds flew. Her heart felt heavy, but she wasn''t sure how to tell anyone how she felt at the moment. "I am doing well, just studying," she told a half-truth. "How are you?" Qian Meigui questioned him.


    "I am fine, thank you," he began to say sincerely, "I''m sorry to interrupt; I wanted to speak to you about the recent case."


    Qian Meigui walked around the yard, kicking at some of the grass. She breathed out deeply, "Mhm, go ahead."


    "The police arrested Mrs. Jian, but she left on bail this morning."


    Qian Meigui thought momentarily. The court charged the Jian''s for fraud and lying on police records. Qian Meigui ensured that Mr. Jian took his son and left the city with enough money to be comfortable, and Song Corporation dropped the charges against Mrs. Jian for defamation. But still, the bail money should have been a hefty sum for Mrs. Jian never to leave prison.


    "Isn''t the bail money one million yuan?" she asked curiously.


    "Yes," Zhong Liu answered. After a moment, he asked, knowing the answer. "Who else would have that much money to bail her out?"


    Qian Meigui tightened the grip on her phone, "Sun Group," she gritted out. "It was compensation? Wasn''t it?" she asked him.


    "It was," Zhong Liu answered.


    Qian Meigui loosed a deep breath. She was not sure what Sun Group is up to, but she figured that Song Ren is handling it. After a moment of silence, Zhong Liu said, "I''m not sure what the dispute is between Song Corporation and Sun Group, but as a professional, I will keep it confidential."


    "Thank you, Zhong Liu," Qian Meigui spoke genuinely.


    "I care about you and your sister," he said.


    "I appreciate it."


    There was a slight pause over the phone. "Is that everything?" Qian Meigui asked, wanting to go back into the house.


    "I was wondering," he began, "Would you like to meet tomorrow? I want to catch up and know what you, Song Mei, has been up to since you''ve changed so much."


    "Mhm. Okay, I''ll see you tomorrow then."


    Zhong Liu tone changed, sounding more vibrant. "Send me your address; I will pick you up tomorrow."


    Qian Meigui hung up the call and sent him a pin of her address. After she sent the message, she walked inside the house.


    --


    Song Sheng was helping Song Jinyi prepare desserts for Song Ren when Qian Meigui returned to the kitchen. He glanced at her slightly, viewing her emotionless face. Her face had grown more reserved lately, and he felt like asking her what''s wrong, demanding answers. But his glance did not linger on her face for too long. He turned away, continuing to stir the curry.


    Qian Meigui sat at the stool of kitchen island, and soon after, she ate a bowl of fruit while making minimal conversation with Song Sheng and the twins. Song Jinyi then mentioned out the blue, directed towards Qian Meigui, "I heard you and Ren worked with Zhong Liu. How is he? It''s been awhile."


    Qian Meigui peaked a glance towards Song Sheng who''d seemed to not care about their discussion. She faced Jinyi and said, "Mhm. I spoke to him just now."


    Song Jinyi raised a brow and smirked. "Is he still handsome?" she asked blatantly.


    Qian Meigui thought for a moment and wasn''t sure how to answer. She smiled at Jinyi and said, "I don''t think Zhong Liu could ever be ugly." Song Jinyi then smiled back, graciously, "Ah, my dear Mei Mei. You need to court him before another woman grabs hold of him."


    At those words, Song Sheng had suddenly spilled some batter on the dessert trays. Song Jinyi lectured him, "Sheng, what''s gotten into you?" Song Jinyi grabbed hold of the cloth and began to clean after him. After they finished, Song Jinyi changed the subject and asked questions for Song Sheng. Song Sheng informed Jinyi about his upcoming movie, telling stories about his time on set. Qian Meigui overheard him speak about his co-star, prompting her to rise from her seat to head to the living space.


    For most of the afternoon, Qian Meigui studied until she fell asleep on the couch. When she woke from her nap, the sun was setting in an array of colours, blending oranges, yellows, and periwinkle hues. The balcony doors wide open as the curtains swayed with the wind, and she made out a figure who stood leaning against the door frame at the threshold, the curtains flying around him. He stared at the sunset, deep in thought, as he took at a drag from his cigarette. He folded the sleeves of his white-collared shirt to his elbow; one of his hands were in his pockets. Qian Meigui wasn''t sure if she was awake or still sleeping, because, at the sight of him, he looked like a fallen Angel. Qian Meigui hoped he wouldn''t turn, because she couldn''t peel her eyes away.


    Her heart thundered; she was afraid he''d hear it. But something compelled her to stand, to approach him. She took small steps, watching his graceful posture. When she reached the threshold, she passed him, heading towards the rails that weren''t too far from him. She held onto the balcony, inhaling the fresh air deeply, looking out towards the sunset. She heard the sighing trees in the distance and savoured the sight.


    After a moment, she turned to face him, her eyes gently raising to meet his deep, bottomless, gold-flecked eyes. He blew out the smoke as their eyes met. She shivered slightly, pretending it was the wind when she covered her arms.


    "For a smoke," he replied. Qian Meigui felt stupid. Of course, that''s why he was here.


    "I see," she composed herself quickly, "Anything on your mind?"


    Song Sheng took another drag as he approached the railing next to her, resting his elbows over. He shook his head, "Nothing in particular."


    "Ah," Qian Meigui responded, not knowing what else to say. "Did you hear about Song Ren''s news?" she said, trying to make conversation.


    "Mhm. That''s why I''m here. I want to congratulate her."


    Qian Meigui looked toward him, "Do you still feel sorry for leaving the company to her?" she asked. "Something like that," he said.


    "Well, don''t be," Qian Meigui demanded.


    Song Sheng looked at her. But she was still feeling unsettled by how breathtakingly handsome he was. But she did not show it.


    "How is the process with school?" Song Sheng asked. Qian Meigui stilled. No one had asked her about school yet, even when she took her entrance exam a few weeks ago and only got the results today.


    "I made it into Law school," she casually said. Qian Meigui didn''t predict that her words would stun him. Song Sheng held the bud of his cigarette that nearly burned him. His lips parted, but within a second, he extinguished his cigarette bud, swiftly picked her up and twirled her around, saying, "That''s good news!"


    Qian Meigui was shocked that Song Sheng held her tightly. He placed her down gently, and she stared up at his face, entranced, lost, and everything in between the gaps. She felt a whirlwind of emotions. She smiled. Song Sheng was the first to know, and he congratulated her.


    Song Sheng looked down at her, tucking a strand behind her ear out of habit. "I knew you could do it," he said gently. He was so close that Qian Meigui shuttered. He looked at her so smoothly that it was almost like he wanted her too. Qian Meigui stepped closer to him, daring a step. She felt his lingering breath near her face, and he did not take a step back. Song Sheng was already holding her waist, but she felt him tighten his grip. She wanted him; she wanted him now. As she stepped closer, Song Sheng raised his hand near her hair and ruffled it.


    Qian Meigui moved out of his embrace, staring over at the now-deep purple sky. They both heard someone come into the living space. "Ren is home!" Song Jinyi said.

 Chapter 63：She Did Not Know How To Dress, Dance or Flirt

    Qian Meigui moved out of his embrace, staring over at the now-deep purple sky. They both heard someone come into the living space. "Ren is home!" Song Jinyi said.


    Song Sheng and Qian Meigui awkwardly gave her a nod of their heads. Qian Meigui was the first to leave and follow after Jinyi. Song Sheng watched as they disappeared, and he ran a hand through his dark locks, wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do.


    When he held Qian Meigui high in his arms, he felt excited. He was happy for what she had accomplished on her own, and he could not help it. Once he grasped her, it was an excuse to hold her, to breathe in her scent, to feel her body, but he let his feelings sway. He almost gave into pouncing on her when she gazed into his eyes with her deep, brown doe eyes. Her long wavy brown hair cascaded down her to the mid back, framing her face perfectly. Song Sheng liked her hair most; it was his favourite thing about her, and he dreamt of the times when he could hold her without being afraid.


    He was here for Song Ren, he had to remind himself. But Song Sheng realized he was here for Qian Meigui more. He missed having her around his apartment complex, even the bell boys had asked about her. He glared at them but also assured that she would return soon, for a visit.


    Song Sheng loosed a deep breath before going back inside. He found Qian Meigui and Song Jinyi smiling at Song Ren near the entrance of the house. Su Feng was standing behind her, watching her with unreserved affection. Song Sheng let the girls talk to each other, excitement filling the room, Song Ren''s engagement ring glimmering against the crystal lighting of the house. He wondered if he would be able to be with a woman that he could love so openly.


    He recalled his conversation with his father before he left the country. Qian Meigui was in danger of trying to find out who were the criminals responsible for her parent''s deaths. And what made him most anxious, was the fact that she was now practicing law, it made her far steps ahead. But he was also happy for her.


    Most of the time, Song Sheng could not tell what she''s thinking, but what he knew was that she was smart and impulsive. That''s what made her so unique. Song Sheng always knew that Qian Meigui wanted to be like Song Ren growing up, but he was glad that now, she was starting to become more confident in herself.


    He smiled slightly at the sight of them. He slowly approached the five of them; Song Jun was playing with his game device nearby.


    Qian Meigui did not spare him a glance, but he figured that by the way he treated her, it was inevitable. He knew it; he was a damn bastard. But now, he was determined to make it up to her.


    Song Sheng went up to give Su Feng a handshake that turned into a half hug, where they both patted each other''s backs. Song Sheng smiled at him and said, "Welcome to the family."


    Su Feng shook his hand again and said, "Thank you, Sheng." Song Ren glanced at both of them warmly. If it weren''t for her big brother, she wouldn''t have felt this blissful happiness. Song Ren held onto Su Feng''s hand while stepping closer to Song Sheng. "Thank you, brother," she said genuinely. Song Sheng knew what she was referring to, so he smiled at her with complete gentleness.


    Su Feng bid them all good-bye, and the four of them left him to have a moment with his fianc¨¦e in the foyer. After a few minutes, Song Ren rejoined them in the living space where they waited.


    The twins sat on the floor in front of the low coffee table. Song Sheng sat on a single armchair, where Qian Meigui sat on a long couch alone when Song Ren joined next to her.


    Song Jinyi and Song Jun were fighting over something as they murmured to each other. Eventually, Song Jinyi blurted out, "Congratulations Ren!" with a half-smile.


    "You look so fake," Song Jun responded. Song Jinyi pinched her twin''s stomach, where it tickled. Song Ren smiled amusingly, but even a part of her face was grave. The room was cheerful yet very tense from everyone''s mood.


    "What do you mean by that Song Jun?" asked Song Ren. Song Jun looked at his eldest sister, reluctantly. His jet-black hair had grown to his neck, unruly, yet he was still a handsome boy. Song Ren narrowed her eyes, waiting for an answer. Song Jun gulped, "We know what''s going on with Sun Group, they are trying to sabotage the company, and we have the right to know."


    Song Ren looked at them with her gaze hard. But her expression slowly softened. "I know," she began. "You both are adults and will eventually inherit jobs," she paused. "Why did you think I have not kicked you both out of the room yet?" She questioned.


    Song Jun was a typical, quiet, reserved boy who enjoyed the company of video games and books. So at the moment, Qian Meigui was surprised to see how Song Jun revealed a gentle expression because of what Song Ren said.


    Song Ren continued, "Sun Group is after us. They have been an established company for a long time, and they will keep thriving for power in the medical industry. They tried to use Su Feng to get Song Corporation, but they don''t realize we are smarter than we appear. I need help from the four of you, to find something against Su Guiren or the chairman or anyone from that company because Su Feng should be the head of the company, not because of me, but because he cares about people over wealth."


    Everyone gazed at her, already convinced. Simalteonously, they all nodded at her. Song Ren glanced at each of them, satisfied. "We have been invited to Long Group''s banquet. Every sophisticated and well-respected doctors, scientists, lawyers, and elites will be there. We will go too. You must all dress in your best and most expensive clothing, and together we will find something."


    "Great that''s settled then. The banquet is this Thursday. Come with your best ideas," Song Ren said as she slowly rose from her seat, heading towards the staircase. Song Sheng kept quiet almost entirely, but Qian Meigui did not care.


    She was more than happy to help Song Ren, but what she cared about most, was that she did not know how to dress, dance, or flirt!

 Chapter 64：Surprise Party (1)

    Song Sheng had already left the house without much of a word, and the only thing Qian Meigui could think of now was to study for school, work, and help Song Ren.


    She knew that creating a busy schedule would keep her mind free from intrusive thoughts of him. Therefore, Qian Meigui went to her room, writing notes over her calendar and planned out her days accordingly.


    --


    The next morning, Qian Meigui dressed for her first day of classes. She quickly ate breakfast, prepared her notes while trying to shake off the nerves of having to attend a new school year. She graduated from Business Communications, but this time, she was trying to obtain her law degree.


    Her University campus was more traditional, with articulate old and polished, towering buildings. The atmosphere already made her feel welcomed as she walked around the quad.


    She only took morning classes; therefore, Qian Meigui could go home early and still have the rest of the day to work or study. Song Ren had given her a flexible position at the company so that she can come in and out of the office whenever they would request for her contributions.


    As Qian Meigui attended her classes, she learned about tort law, extortion, fraud, and ethics. She managed to absorb most information, but her head felt dizzy from the lectures.


    After class, she went straight back home, and she quickly changed into a knee-length marigold dress with flared sleeves. She applied on some light makeup and fixed her hair. As she was about to put on her shoes, she heard the doorbell ring.


    She hastily walked down the stairs, opening the door with a generous smile. Zhong Liu wore a deep blue cashmere sweater over a white collared shirt and black pants. His dark hair was neatly combed up. He met her with a warm smile, and he politely greeted her.


    But Zhong Liu had to keep his lips from gaping, as Qian Meigui was indeed a sight to behold, and he felt guilty for not realizing sooner, even in their high school years.


    He befriended her because she was Song Ren''s sister, and he wanted her to feel like she had someone to speak to since she did not have many friends. Now, she had grown into a woman with a full figure. She was smart and independent, and everything he never realized she was before.


    Qian Meigui closed the front door of the entrance behind her, holding her purse and a light jacket. She greeted him, and Zhong Liu guided her to his car.


    Zhong Liu took Qian Meigui to an ice cream parlour. There were various flavours and different samples that she''s never heard of before. She settled for a hazelnut flavoured ice cream, and she ate it inside the shop with Zhong Liu, exchanging casual conversation about their days. Qian Meigui told him about attending law school, so he offered dinner to celebrate.


    Soon after, he took her to a family-based restaurant. Qian Meigui ordered some fish and rice and chicken soup, while Zhong Liu ordered various dishes of meat. They both began to consume their meals, but Qian Meigui reserved herself from devouring her meal.


    "How were your classes today?" Zhong Liu asked as he chewed on some short ribs.


    Qian Meigui deboned her fish, answering, "They went well. Today I learned more about applying ethical practices in the workplace and how corporations can improve on ecological sustainability."


    Zhong Liu''s eyebrow raised as he looked at her with an affectionate grin. Qian Meigui was eating when she noticed his expression change. It puzzled her. "What''s wrong?" she asked.


    Zhong Liu chuckled, "Nothing," he began. Cluelessly, Qian Meigui looked at him like a lost puppy, and Zhong Liu''s heart skipped a beat. She was more beautiful than he realized, and he damned himself. Qian Meigui continued to innocently eat her fish when she heard Zhong Liu say, "You''re just different now."


    "Really? How so?" Qian Meigui asked him as she looked up, genuinely curious.


    Zhong Liu cleared his throat, he seemed to be nervous, and Qian Meigui could not figure out why. He continued, "Well, you''re bold now. Not shy like you used to. You''re more confident, and you apply yourself directly." Qian Meigui stopped her chewing, looking at him. "You''re also more beautiful," he finished.


    Qian Meigui''s mouth gaped, and she flushed immediately, turning as red as a radish. What? He thought she was beautiful? Qian Meigui was stunned beyond comprehension. She always believed she was dull, and Zhong Liu was the most handsome man in their year. Even Song Ren fancied him at one point.


    Qian Meigui continued to chew her food as the only response she had. She needed more time to understand what he was saying. She nodded as a response while eating and asked him, "Why are you being so nice to me?"


    Zhong Liu scratched his temple nervously. "Because we are on a date, and I think you should know" At that, It took a few moments for Qian Meigui to register those words. A date??????? She didn''t know this was a date. Qian Meigui felt stupid, why else would a grown man take her out for dinner?


    She felt like hitting her head, trying to knock some sense into her slow brain. After a few moments, Qian Meigui said to him, "Zhong Liu, I''ve always admired you since we were younger. You were good at everything, and you were even up to par with Su Feng and Song Ren in academics. I''m just a woman that doesn''t have many friends or much of a life since we''ve met. I''ve always been that way. Why me?"


    Zhong Liu smiled. "Can''t you tell?" he began. "Mei, you need to be more confident in yourself. You are amusing, enterprising, and brilliant," he paused his gentle face flushing.


    "You know, you always put others ahead of yourself. I''ve known you for years. You respected your father''s wishes, you ended up working for your sister, and you are close to your brothers without question. I think there are qualities you don''t see, and that''s what makes you so great, Song Mei. See that in yourself."


    Qian Meigui was speechless. She clutched her fingers under the table and wondered, perhaps it was time to move on from Song Sheng, even if he was constant in her life.


    Everywhere she went, Song Sheng was there. But now she had to live with the fact that he was someone she could never reach, even if it pained her. She felt like crying so her heavy heart could release itself, but she held herself back.


    "Zhong Liu," she said with her eyes weary with emotion. Zhong Liu slowly looked up at her.


    "Thank you," she said with a smile that glowed like starlight. Zhong Liu was stunned by her beauty. He wondered, how could she not see that in herself? Just as Qian Meigui was going to say something, her phone rang. It was Yang Minzhe.


    She attempted to ignore the intrusive call, but Yang Minzhe persisted endlessly.


    "You should take the call," Zhong Liu said. Qian Meigui clasped her hands together, bowing and apologizing. "It will take a moment," she responded.


    Qian Meigui turned her head, answering the call. "What?" She greeted irritatingly.


    "Song Mei?" Yang Minzhe said. There seemed to be loud music in the background.


    "What do you want?" she asked.


    "Where are you?" he said.


    Qian Meigui glanced at Zhong Liu, who was smiling at her. "I am on a...." Qian Meigui was not sure how to finish her sentence. "I''m on a date," she finished quickly and quietly.


    "Oh shit," he began. "Mei, we are celebrating you today. It''s supposed to be a surprise since you won the case for us and for getting into law school. Everyone is here; you must come. And oh, bring your date too."


    Qian Meigui sighed through the phone. "Fine," she said, ending the call abruptly. A minute later, she received the address Yang Minzhe sent her.


    Qian Meigui smiled at Zhong Liu. "I''m sorry it was my cousin Yang Minzhe."


    Curiously, Zhong Liu asked, "Is there anything wrong?"


    Qian Meigui shook her head. "No; my family threw me a surprise party, apparently. But it''s not much of a surprise."


    Qian Meigui looked at him, trying to muster her confidence. "Would you like to come with me?" she asked. Zhong Liu''s lips parted, shocked that she would even invite him. He was happy beyond belief. Without trying to sound eager, he calmly said, "All right. Let''s go." Qian Meigui was surprised he agreed, and they both left the restaurant.


    Zhong Liu drove Qian Meigui to the venue where they waited. It was an expensive restaurant and bar where wealthy people attended celebrations for privacy. When she walked in, she found them by asking the usher for the room under Yang Minzhe''s name.


    "I''m sorry miss. There is no reservation under Yang Minzhe. Is there another name you would like to try?" Qian Meigui was puzzled and could not think of another name. "Song Ren?" she asked. The usher shook her head. Puzzled and defeated, she decided to call Yang Minzhe.


    When Qian Meigui called, he immediately answered. "I''m here, and I can''t get in."


    "Oh, I''ll come to get you then," he responded. Within five minutes, Yang Minzhe came, slightly drunk already. "Mei!" he called out. He shook Zhong Liu''s hand, introducing himself, and shortly after Yang Minzhe guided them to the private room.


    Qian Meigui walked into a grand room with Zhong Liu by her side. The light dimmed, decorations were pulled up, and everyone was standing, waiting for her. Everyone came, Su Feng, friends from her office, Song Ren, the twins, and most regrettably, Song Sheng.

 Chapter 65 - Surprise Party (2)

    Qian Meigui walked into a grand room with Zhong Liu by her side. The light dimmed, decorations were pulled up, and everyone was standing, waiting for her. Everyone came, Su Feng, friends from her office, Song Ren, the twins, and most regrettably, Song Sheng.


    Song Jinyi approached them first, holding a glass of wine. Her bobbed-hair swayed as she walked, her face flushed, and her golden-brown eyes peaked at Zhong Liu beside Qian Meigui. Song Jinyi raised a brow and gave her a knowing smile. Qian Meigui glared at her to not say anything embarrassing, knowing Jinyi very well. "Hello," she said to Zhong Liu. Zhong Liu gave her a polite curd nod and with a smooth tone said, "Hello Jinyi. Nice to see you again."


    Song Jinyi walked away as she found something else that piqued her interest, without saying much of a word. Right after, Song Ren and Su Feng approached them. Su Feng was holding Song Ren by her waist and together they were affectionately walking towards them. Qian Meigui only hoped that nothing would come between the happiness of these two. It would be cruel if their relationship were torn.


    Song Ren went to grab Qian Meigui hands, smiling as gentle as she could muster. Song Ren was not the one to show emotions; her reservation made her challenging and unpredictable. But that''s what also made her so unique, and though Su Feng was the polar opposite, he suited her most.


    "You didn''t tell me that you got into school or that you were attending classes," Song Ren said to her wearily. Qian Meigui smile subtly, "You were so busy; I didn''t want to bother you."


    Song Ren''s lips parted in dismay. "Xiao Mei," she began genuinely, "You''ll never be a bother to me. We''re sisters, remember?" Qian Meigui nodded, "Sisters," she echoed Song Ren''s words, smiling grimly.


    Song Ren turned to face Zhong Liu, "No hard feelings from the recent case, my friend?" she said to him. Zhong Liu smirked at her, "No hard feelings. On the contrary, it was Mei who beat me on the case, and she hasn''t made it clear if we made peace from our recent battle." Qian Meigui nudged him playfully as she smiled at him. Zhong Liu gazed at her so deeply that it nearly pierced through her. Song Ren cleared her throat and said, "Have fun you two." She then grabbed Su Feng by the hand, dragging him to find somewhere to sit. Su Feng waved at them politely as he walked away with Song Ren.


    Zhong Liu made a gesture to walk ahead of him as they entered the room even further. Song Sheng approached them slowly, and Qian Meigui tried not to waver any emotion, keeping her head held up high. Shong Sheng appeared to be calm without a flicker of resentment or jealousy, it felt like a straight-up blade through Qian Meigui''s chest, but she maintained her composure.


    Song Sheng wore all black. He wore a black buttoned-up collared shirt, black jeans, and a leather jacket. Qian Meigui cursed him in her head. Song Sheng always looked best in black, it complimented his personality and his hair, bringing out the gold in his eyes. Though all the Song children had gold-flecked eyes, Song Sheng''s eyes always shone the brightest out of the four. His eyes resembled the crackling embers of a bonfire or the eyes of wild wolves from distant mountains. It was challenging to look at him, but she took a deep silent breath and waited for what he was going to say.


    Song Sheng shook Zhong Liu''s hand with a reserved expression, but Zhong Liu looked happy, he was smiling like a child. "Hello, Dr. Song," he said. Song Sheng placed his hands in his pockets, sizing him up, "I''m no longer a doctor. I quit science and medicine," he casually said.


    Zhong Liu looked shocked momentarily, but he quickly said, "May I ask what you do now?" Song Sheng nodded, "I have an executive position with Song Entertainment."


    Zhong Liu nodded, "Ah," he said. Qian Meigui felt like the air was getting awkward. To relieve the tension, she said, "Let''s go sit down with the others." Zhong Liu nodded in agreement. Song Sheng gave her a side-eye glance, acknowledging her words. Although it was just a glance, his eyes were deep and penetrating; she tried not to shiver. Qian Meigui looked away, grabbing Zhong Liu by his hand, guiding him to the table.


    Song Sheng watched Qian Meigui take Zhong Liu by the hand; though he should be happy for her, he wasn''t.


    They began to eat light snacks since dinner had passed, and bottles of wine rotated around the table. Song Sheng kept quiet nearly the entire time, while Qian Meigui was speaking to Song Ren intensely. Su Feng held Song Ren by the waist while Zhong Liu didn''t touch Qian Meigui at all, but he still sat very close. She was grateful, though, since they only went on one date, and she couldn''t fathom being close to him when they haven''t established anything yet.


    As the night went on, Yang Minzhe came from the side after flirting with some of the office girls. He hiccuped as he mumbled and everyone laughed at him, especially Song Jinyi who was just as drunk as him.


    He poured two glasses of bourbon and said to Song Sheng, "Sheng, let''s compete on drinking" Song Sheng raised an eyebrow.


    "Aren''t you already drunk?" Song Ren asked Yang Minzhe. Yang Minzhe shook his head, determined, "I can never pass an opportunity to drink against Sheng. It''s always been a tradition between us men."


    Song Ren rolled her eyes. As Yang Minzhe poured the glasses, he said, "Su Feng, join us since you are going to be a part of the family."


    "Family?" Su Feng questioned. Song Ren smiled at him, "Yang Minzhe is my cousin. He is a distant relative from my mother''s side." Su Feng''s mouth gaped. Everything makes sense now! He recalled that Song Ren''s mother was Yang Rei.


    Su Feng rose from his seat to join Yang Minzhe and Song Sheng. Then Yang Minzhe asked Zhong Liu to join as well. Zhong Liu was hesitant, wanting to reject the offer, but he felt like he should try to get close to Qian Meigui''s family because maybe one day, their relationship will advance.


    Yang Minzhe poured more glasses of amber-looking alcohol, Qian Meigui was not sure which brand it was. The men played a round of shots, and soon, Song Ren participated. "You men are boys, not gentlemen," she said as she downed a round of whiskey. Su Feng looked at her with admiration, as if he would ravish her later when there is a winner of the game. Song Ren blushed in response, and Qian Meigui had to peel her gaze away from their lovey-dovey moment.


    After a while, Yang Minzhe was the first person to be out cold from the amounts of alcohol they consumed. Soon after it was Su Feng, and Song Ren patted his back for trying his best. Right after, it was Zhong Liu, leaving Song Ren and Song Sheng head to head.


    After a total of twenty rounds, Song Ren gave up, leaving Song Sheng as the winner. The four were all so drunk that they were practically sleeping on the tables with their faces flushed. Qian Meigui arranged each of them to have a designated drive them home. Since Zhong Liu drove her to the venue, so she planned to drive him with his car back to his home.


    As they rested on the tables, Qian Meigui searched for the bathroom, which was a bit distant from their private room. She released herself, cleaned up a bit, and exited. When she left the restroom, she did not expect to see Song Sheng leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Qian Meigui was about to walk past him, ignoring his presence, when he grabbed her elbow gently. Qian Meigui turned to face him, her eyebrows knitted, her face annoyed. Song Sheng''s face was slightly flushed, his eyes appeared to be wary, and he gazed at her gently.


    Qian Meigui was going to ask what he wanted, but he began to say, "Why did you bring him here?" Surprised, Qian Meigui''s lips parted slightly, but she shut out his slight concern. "He''s my date," she casually said. Song Sheng''s eyes widened, but it quickly narrowed. "Is he at least good to you?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui scoffed, "You''re drunk, Sheng. Don''t ask about him; it would only me think that you are jealous." And at that, their eyes met. His golden-brown eyes narrowed, his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. Qian Meigu was tired of this chasing game. She won''t chase him this time.


    Song Sheng snickered coldly, letting go of her, "Why did it have to be him?"


    Qian Meigui felt agitated. "Why do you even care?" she asked coldly. "But then, of course, Zhong Liu is good to me," her voice lowered, "he is better than anyone else could have been."


    Within the next moment, Song Sheng grabbed her hand, pinning her against the wall. His forearm rested against above her head; his knee caressed the side of her leg. She stared into his scorching, deep gaze, his eyes appreciating her dangerously. Qian Meigui stared back at him defiantly, her eyebrows knitted. "Let me go, Sheng," she said with a frosty tone.


    Song Sheng then used his other hand to trace the line of her jaw and stopped at her chin. He held it up high, so their eyes could meet. "Do you want to return to him?" he asked with a smokey tone. "Yes," she retorted quickly.


    Song Sheng moved from her chin, to trace the lines of her lips playfully. His thumb was smooth against her lips; she tried not to show any reaction. His eyes dangerously danced at the sight of her lips, enticing him. Song Sheng moved closer, gently caressing her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her, but he was surprised to see that a tear slipped from her face. Her lips began to quiver, and his heart ached at sight. He didn''t mean to hurt her; his jealousy bested him.


    Song Sheng let go of her, stepping away. Qian Meigui pushed him aside, walking past him, wiping the hot tears from her face.


    Song Sheng rooted at his spot in a daze. He really messed up now.


    Qian Meigui was tired. She was tired of Song Sheng misleading her. He was drunk, and he only wanted to play with her. He didn''t like her, not as much as she loved him. She swiftly went back to the room. Qian Meigui found the sleepy Zhong Liu. She picked him up using her shoulder. He hung his arm around her shoulders, dragging his feet against the floor.


    Just as they were about to leave the building, the usher from earlier stopped them. "Miss! Miss!" Qian Meigui paused with Zhong Liu, who held his head low. "Here''s the receipt for the room." Qian Meigui took the piece of paper and thanked the woman.


    She placed the receipt in her pocket, continuing to walk with Zhong Liu to his car. She fastened his seatbelt when he got in and personally, and she drove him. She helped him get into his apartment. He crashed into his bed immediately, and she took a taxi back home with a heavy heart. She took the receipt from her pocket, glancing at it, and she stilled.


    All the expenses were paid for by Song Sheng. He made special requests for her, selecting her favourite foods, drinks, and games, and he invited the people she knew best. She scrunched the paper in her hand, clutching at it against her heart. Why is that he always surprising her? Why does he keep doing these nice things? What does he want?


    Qian Meigui went home and slept restlessly.


    - -


    Song Sheng was driven home by someone Qian Meigui arranged. He went to his balcony window, lighting a cigarette. He dialled his best friend Rong Ming who was annoyed for calling him late again.


    "How do you pursue a woman?" Song Sheng asked his buddy as a greeting.

 Chapter 66 - All Eyes Will Be On You

    Song Sheng had grown accustomed to long days, to being alone. When he left the country, he knew that he was dangerously conscious of Qian Meigui''s beauty and perfect qualities. Who wouldn''t be?


    He had to escape, so he thoughtlessly left the country, leaving his entire family behind. He knew it hurt them¡ªall of them, but he also knew that it''d left a gaping hole within his relationship between Qian Meigui.


    He remembered the day he left. She sat on the couch, looking out the balcony doors, with her arms clutched around her legs, dazed. He picked up his suitcase, glancing at her one more time, exiting the door without much of a goodbye. He didn''t want to say goodbye. Otherwise, he couldn''t bear to leave.


    It was forbidden. The feelings they began to spark were forbidden. In the eyes of everyone around them, they were Song Sheng and Song Mei. But even when they first met, he couldn''t think of her as a sister. But he treated her kindly as such.


    He wanted her to feel included. But over the years, they became best friends. She clung to him, and he couldn''t shake her off.


    Then when she began her first year of university, he began to realize that she had grown into a woman.


    Even when they use to sleep together for comfort, his heart began to pound fiercely during some nights, and he felt like he couldn''t breathe. Just being around her felt suffocating - in the right way, because he wanted her to suffocate him.


    With her presence, with her warm nature, she stood by his side during nights he felt like giving up in school during stressful moments. She would grant him a smile, reassure him that he would do well, then she would patiently wait for him to finish so they could do something after. Some of the time, Song Ren or the twins would join, but between the two of them, they rather enjoyed each other''s company.


    Qian Meigui understood him best, and perhaps it was because she had to grow up quickly after what happened to her biological parents. She was rather mature and silent for her age, but she opened up to him, and slowly she opened up to the others.


    Song Ren was the hardest person to warm up to, but they became the sisters they were meant to be. That''s why it was difficult for Song Sheng to cave into his feelings.


    There was a time, he wanted to confess, but she had told him that she was glad he was her brother. So he stopped because he wasn''t sure about Qian Meigui''s feelings. He still doesn''t know. But he''ll try to find out without hurting her.


    But now, with Zhong Liu in the way, it will be hard to convince her that they should be together after he assured her that they would never take the next step.


    Song Sheng dialled Rong Ming''s phone number. His friend groggily answered the phone. "How do you pursue a woman?" Song Sheng asked by way of greeting him.


    Rong Ming sighed over the phone, "Confess to her. Tell her how you feel, that''s the only way." Rong Ming spoke from experience. He glanced at his wife, who was sleeping peacefully next to him.


    "Sheng," he continued. "Whoever this woman is, she will want you. I have no doubt. But women want action; they want words. No materials, not until after."


    Song Sheng blew out the white smoke into the night. He nodded, though Rong Ming could not see him. "Mhm, thank you, Ming," said he. Rong Ming chuckled, "That''s the first time you thanked me in a while, you bastard. Now, stop bothering me and pursue her."


    "Mhm," Song Sheng said, hanging up the call.


    That night, he slept restlessly.


    The next morning, Song Sheng had an interview to attend to with his movie co-star Yu Qingge. Throughout the process of filming, she maintained her professionalism, never overstepping personal boundaries.


    He hated women that were overbearing or persistent. This interview was to promote their upcoming film, and they both answered the questions smoothly.


    "Can I ask you a personal question?" the interviewer asked him.


    "Mhm," Song Sheng nodded.


    "Many viewers are anticipating the film, A Dream of Roses since Yu Qingge is an A-list actress, but Mr. Song, this is your debut film. The chemistry seems fitting between the two of you, as seen on an advanced screening clip. Are you by any chance courting anyone?"


    Song Sheng thought for a moment before he shook his head. "No," he began, "But there is a woman that I am interested in," he said deeply. The interviewer seemed intrigued. Yu Qingge''s eyes slightly widened, but she knew who he was talking about, it was that woman who stopped by his office from the other time.


    "Do we know who she is?" the woman asked. Song Sheng shook his head, "At the moment; even she doesn''t know how I feel about her."


    The interviewer smiled. "Well, best of luck to you then." At that, the interview ended. Song Sheng went to his office, working on his projects, and trying to dig into information regarding the Long Banquet that was soon approaching.


    --


    Qian Meigui woke up late since she couldn''t rest properly. Luckily she didn''t have class that morning. Thoughts warped around her mind endlessly, skipping between Song Sheng and Zhong Liu. Her heart was heavy. She loosed a breathe, shuffling out a bed. Her phone buzzed from her nightstand. She took the call; it was Zhong Liu.


    "Mei?" he called out.


    "Mhm?" she responded.


    "I''m sorry," he said gravely. Qian Meigui was puzzled, "What do you mean?" she asked, concerned.


    "I shouldn''t have drunk a lot; I appeared uncool. I''m so sorry." Qian Meigui chuckled a bit, "there''s no need to feel sorry. I should be sorry for my family pushing you."


    Zhong Liu laughed as well. "No, your family was great," he said.


    Silence loomed over the call, but it felt warm and gentle. "Xiao Mei?" he called out to her.


    "Mhm?" she responded again.


    "I had a good time last night," he said.


    Qian Meigui sighed, "Me too."


    She told him a half-truth. She did enjoy herself, up until the part Song Sheng pinned her up against the wall to toy with her feelings.


    "Can we go out again?" he asked nervously.


    Qian Meigui thought for a moment. Her heart was tired, exhausted. She wasn''t sure if she should even date Zhong Liu. But, she knew he would be suitable for her.


    Perhaps, they could fall in love over time. And the relationship between her and Song Sheng could be platonic, not afraid of secrets, not afraid of anything.


    "Yes," she breathed over the phone. Zhong Liu was overjoyed. They both said good-bye without giving each other any details. He didn''t ask her out on a date; he asked her if they could see each other again because relationsh.i.p.s take time, a promise of a next time. She placed on some light makeup, looking at the mirror. Her heart will get rid of Song Sheng from now on.


    --


    Qian Meigui decided to spend most of the day with Song Jinyi. They both went to a boutique nearby, selecting dresses for the Long Banquet. Though Song Ren was bold when it came to dressing, Song Jinyi was daring, risky. She chose a dress for Qian Meigui. At first, Qian Meigui refused to try it on, but Jinyi forced her.


    After trying it on, Qian Meigui felt like she couldn''t recognize herself. She knew it was her, but she looked as if she was reborn; she looked as if she emerged from the shell that kept her bound.


    "All eyes will be on you," Song Jinyi said with a knowing smile. "No one will resist your charm." Qian Meigui looked at her younger sister, nervously. She then glanced at her mirror once more, her eyes narrowed. She took a deep breath, and for once in a long time, Qian Meigui felt confident.

 Chapter 67 - Long Banquet

    Four days later:


    Qian Meigui arrived home from classes when she decided to scroll through her Weibo. She laid on the bed, searching through hot topics when she stumbled upon the trend for the main male lead of the film A Dream of Roses. There were pictures of Song Sheng from his photoshoot with users commenting that he was a handsome, rising star.


    She put down her phone, knowing that Song Sheng would get the attention. Why wouldn''t he? After a moment, Qian Meigui picked up her phone again, curiously peaking more. Even though their relationship was complicated, she wanted to support him.


    She kept scrolling when she came across a video of an interview. It was Song Sheng answering questions with his female co-star Yu Qingge. Song Sheng appeared to be somewhat reserved and blunt as he responded to each question.


    But at the last question, the interviewer had asked him a personal question. At first, Song Sheng denied the question, but slowly his expression softened, his eyes smiled, his grin widened, and he said that he had a woman he was interested in courting.


    Quickly, Qian Meigui looked through the comments from underneath. Some netizens suspected he was talking about Yu Qingge, but others denied it because of their lack of chemistry throughout the interview. Then the mystery girl became a hashtag to find out who she is. Qian Meigui''s heart began to pound relentlessly.


    She shut her phone off, holding it against her thundering chest. She took deep breaths to calm herself down. Could it be true? She questioned. She thought of him when they threw her a surprise party. He attempted to kiss her, but when she began to cry, he appeared to be pained. No. No. No. She denied any possibility.


    But she was also surprised to see such a gentle expression coming from him in front of a camera. She decided to ignore it and prepare for the banquet.


    When Song Ren saw the dress in Qian Meigui''s hand, she grinned widely, dragging her by the hand into her bedroom, claiming to know how to complete her look. They both got ready with Song Jinyi, just as always when attending a special event. However, they also had to keep their eyes sharp, and their minds opened.


    This banquet is the grandest of the year because it was the Long''s who is hosting it. Long Group is one of the wealthiest families in China, and their wealth is ten times the amount of Sun Group, Song Corporation, and Song Entertainment combined. No doubt, the venue would be grand, abundant in food, and all exclusive people would attend.


    "How are we getting there?" Song Jinyi asked Song Ren. "I''m driving," she responded. "I told the men to meet us there." Song Jinyi nodded, and they all continued to dress their best.


    When they finished, Song Ren drove them to the most exclusive party of the year, and a long night awaited them.


    --


    As daughters of the elite, a woman must know how to dress, dance, and flirt. Despite, Qian Meigui living with the Song family for eleven years, she was still relatively inexperienced in all those categories. But Song Ren and Song Jinyi excelled, they were born for their statuses, and they never took it for granted.


    Once they arrived, they entered the venue with their invitations. As soon as they walked in, all three of them were stumped.


    The venue was even grander than the ones they''ve attended before. The main hall was as big as their mansion without any walls in between, just a vast space. A grand spiral staircase stood in end of the hall, with the fountain in the middle. There were tables all over the room that were meant to stand nearby, not sit. There was a dance hall just before the fountain and spiral staircase. Song Jinyi''s jaw dropped; it appeared as if they were in a movie scene. It seemed that finding out anything in this banquet would seem impossible with the number of people attending. There wasn''t even a V.I.P section. It would have been an insult to have one with all the exclusive people who were present.


    The theme of the banquet was a masked ball. Because everyone was practically an elite, the Long''s thought it would be more fun to hide everyone, so they can enjoy themselves to the fullest without anyone peering. The only people that did not wear masks were the Long''s. Therefore, it was easy to identify them.


    The three girls decided to approach the Long''s and greet them respectfully. They first met the CEO of Long Group, along with his brothers, and family members. They greeted the eldest son, Long Huojin, last. When the three approached him, they stilled.


    Qian Meigui heard Song Jinyi''s breath hitch, and both Song Ren and Qian Meigui gasped slightly at the sight of him. Long Huojin was perhaps the most handsome man they''ve ever seen. He had a head of jet-black hair and cerulean blue eyes, a mix between glaciers and sapphire. His face was gentle, and he looked relatively young. He appeared to be older than them, but not older than Song Sheng. He was tall, composed, and the tautness of his face was sharp. He looked like a prince, though, he was instead a normal gentleman.


    Song Ren had to remind herself that she was engaged, Song Jinyi looked away flushed, and Qian Meigui composed herself, greeting him politely. Despite his handsome features, Long Huojin was courteous and amiable. He welcomed each of them respectfully, but their chats did not last. More people entered, greeting the Long''s and they moved on.


    Song Ren guided them to the hall of games, where guests gambled and played poker. Song Ren found the boys. Song Ren wore a royal blue, long sleeve; lace front split dress. Song Jinyi wore an orchid short sleeve dress, while Qian Meigui wore an ombre crimson, off-shoulder, long v-neck gown that fades into a deep vibrant wine colour.


    Su Feng appeared to have his breath taken away by the sight of Song Ren. He wore a matching deep blue suit to compliment his fianc¨¦e. Song Jun did not react, but Song Sheng was rooted. His lips parted, gaping. But he quickly composed himself and was thankful he wore a mask. He couldn''t look like one of them stunned him. He wore all black, a suit and collared shirt, and shoes. His mask only covered have his face, still revealing his sharp features and golden eyes.


    To Shong Sheng, it was obvious Qian Meigui straightened her hair, different from her loose waves, but it made it look longer. Her off-shoulder gown had a deep v-neck, revealing a bit of cleavage. And to top it off, she wore a ruby red lipstick that made her look more grown than usual. Song Sheng had to compose himself and pretend that they were here to focus on the Su''s.


    "We''re going to split into pairs," Song Ren said. And at that, she locked elbows with Su Feng, finding somewhere else to be. Soon after, Song Jinyi and Song Jun also locked elbows, seemingly about to execute a scheme, and the four of them left Song Sheng and Qian Meigui alone.


    Qian Meigui tried to keep herself composed, holding her head up high, pretending that being alone with Song Sheng wouldn''t affect her. When she glanced at him, he was already looking at her, deeply, emotionally, and affectionately. She ignored it and began to walk ahead, but Song Sheng soon caught up to her.

 Chapter 68 - Warm Embrace

    Qian Meigui walked ahead into the dining hall when she realized Song Sheng followed her, stepping to her side. She let him, but she did not bother to say anything, allowing silence to fill the space.


    As they continued to walk side by side, both of them glanced at the guests through their masks, their eyes sharp and focused. They couldn''t find any of the Su''s, so Qian Meigui continued to walk toward the main hall.


    Upon entering the main hall, she stumbled upon a woman who looked uncomfortable when a group of girls appeared to be harassing her. She glanced at Song Sheng who did not seem to notice, as he was consumed by finding the Su''s. Qian Meigui then took the initiative to stop them.


    By the time, Song Sheng glanced toward his side, Qian Meigui disappeared. Puzzled, he looked all around him, but people were passing by from every direction. Concerned, he went to look for her.


    Qian Meigui approached the women, where the young woman stood in front of the girls. She had a palm print on her face, tears stinging her eyes, but her eyebrows knitted, ready to take on the women who bullied her. She had her fists clenched, and her mask was chucked to the side on the floor, torn.


    The women surrounded her, calling her foul names that should not be said. Annoyed, Qian Meigui spoke deeply, "Step away from her, now."


    The women turned around with their faces twisted, like serpents through their masks. Qian Meigui scoffed. Those girls used the masks as an opportunity to bully this woman; they calculated this attack for this sole purpose. She knew.


    "Who the f.u.c.k do you think you are?" asked one of them.


    Qian Meigui kept her posture; she stood tall, unwavering, pulling out one of her identification cards from her dress pocket. She flashed it to them, "I am Song Mei, the legal representative of Song Corporation and underling of Wen Law firm. Step away from her, or I''ll report you and sue you."


    Fear flashed across their faces simultaneously, but each of them snickered. Slowly, they walked away, hissing at the girl they left behind. Qian Meigui felt agitated.


    After they left, Qian Meigui approached the young woman. She looked around her age, perhaps a bit older than her. She was also stunningly beautiful.


    The woman had wavy red hair and dark brown eyes, and a gentle face. But she recognized her immediately from tabloids. She was of the Xue family, a wealthy, but mainly military family.


    "Are you okay?" Qian Meigui asked.


    The woman appeared to be dazed, "I''m fine," she said coldly. But after a moment, she continued softly, "I''m sorry. I shouldn''t be rude. Thank you for helping me" This woman appeared to have walls up like a fortress, and she reminded Qian Meigui of someone she knew well.


    "Why were they bullying you?" Qian Meigui could not help but ask. Xue Guangli looked at her sincerely, with her eyes still stinging. "They say I am an insult to their prince."


    Qian Meigui was puzzled. "What prince?" she asked. Xue Guangli looked at her with frostiness that swept over her eyes. "Long Huojin. He''s someone I don''t particularly get along with, and his fans hate me because our families are close."


    Qian Meigui listened intensively, nodding and understanding.


    "Does Long Houjin know you''re here?" she asked. Xue Guangli shook her head. "I''m not sure since we all wear masks."


    "Ah," Qian Meigui said. Did you come here with anyone?" she continued to pry, wanting to know that she will return home safely.


    "I came here with my boyfriend," she began, "but he''s drunk and too busy playing poker with his boys." Her voice quivered slightly. Qian Meigui was annoyed. What man would leave his woman behind to get picked on like this?


    "I''m sorry for causing you trouble," Xue Guangli said as she was about to leave. Qian Meigui bit her lip before she said, "Wait!"


    The girl paused.


    "Here, take my mask, I don''t want anyone finding you," said Qian Meigui. She was positive that the prince''s fans would look for her again.


    "Are you sure?" Xue Guangli asked. Qian Meigui nodded, "Take it." She then approached her, passing over her scarlet mask.


    Xue Guangli placed on the mask, walking away quickly as she vanished between the sea of people.


    Qian Meigui sighed. She then walked back, realizing that she had lost Song Sheng. Qian Meigui looked around, trying to find him. Within the crowd, she managed to make out his tall figure; he appeared to have also been looking for her.


    She was about to call out his name when she suddenly tripped over someone''s foot, falling to the ground. Qian Meigui rose, wiping the dust from her dress, her knees ached. As she started, someone behind her said, "Qian Meigui?" Qian Meigui stilled. She had not heard that name out loud in years.


    Slowly, Qian Meigui turned around. She did not know the man behind the mask at all. She then shook her head, "You got the wrong person," she said. The man''s lips parted, "Ah. I am sorry. You''re right; she''s supposed to be dead."


    Qian Meigui began to tremble. Dark memories started to flood her mind. The man approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Do you happen to know the Qian''s?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui was shaking so hard; she didn''t know what to do when suddenly Song Sheng had grabbed the man''s wrist. "Don''t touch her," he said darkly.


    His beautiful face was hard and prepared to take him on. Song Sheng sized the man up as he towered him with his height.


    The man held his palms high as if he surrendered. He smiled, walking away with his arms crossed behind his back and trotted away. Song Sheng watched him leave, as Qian Meigui stood next to him, lost and distant.


    Song Sheng grasped her hand, locking their fingers together as he guided her through the crowd gently. Qian Meigui was still dazed, following him. They walked through the dance hall when the lights suddenly dimmed to darkness.


    They paused glancing up when crystal lighting appeared, but the room was very much, still dark. The fountain was lit up, and so were candles on each of the tables.


    Song Sheng felt Qian Meigui shaking, and he desperately wanted to get her out of the venue. He overheard the conversation she had with that man, and he was stunned that someone would recognize her after all these years. He kept walking when he heard her soft voice call out, "Sheng."


    Song Sheng paused abruptly, turning around. She appeared to be distraught, and his heart ached. The party music softened into a piece of mellow-paced music, and couples began to press into each other like magnets. Song Sheng tried to search for the light in her eyes, but it was hollow and sorrowful as if it was snuffed out, not like the typical cheerful Mei.


    As couples began to dance, he enveloped her with his warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her body. He took the opportunity to hug her tightly, "I know," he whispered in her ear. Qian Meigui stilled in his arms. Her eyes widened in shock from his soothing voice.


    "It''s okay," he assured her. Tears slipped from her eyes; her lips quivered into a slight sob. She was so afraid. But Song Sheng held her and stroked her hair gently, repeating ''It''s okay,'' and ''I''m here.''


    Song Sheng already understood how she felt without uttering much of a word. So her tears fell relentlessly, and she grabbed onto him, crying in his chest, as he continued to soothe her. It was so dark that no one seemed to notice. The music engrossed the couples, and they both stood still embracing each other in the middle of the crowd of partners that swayed away against the night.

 Chapter 69 - He Stayed (1)

    After holding each other for what felt like a lifetime, Qian Meigui began to feel better. With the rhythm of the mellow music, she didn''t realize that she was slow dancing with Song Sheng. They took small steps, holding onto each other desperately.


    For an odd reason, despite her mood, the dancing helped. It felt as if her nerves were shaken off, and she was distracted by something else entirely. Her focus was more on how they moved than her of anxieties.


    As they danced, fingers locked, other hands around each other''s waist, Song Sheng, gazed at her intensely, gently wiping away the moisture from her cheeks using his thumb. Qian Meigui clutched at his embrace tightly, afraid to let him go. He was her safeguard, regardless of their distance, irrespective of what they''ve put each other through. She could not deny the fact that she felt better most when he comforted her. Song Sheng kept whispering calming words in her ear like, ''You have me,'' and ''I am yours.''


    It sounded like a confession. Qian Meigui glanced up at him, his expression heavy with emotion, all reservation disappeared replaced with tenderness. She felt as if she couldn''t breathe. Qian Meigui pouted and flushed, burying her head in his chest. Song Sheng chuckled, holding her head against him.


    He then lifted her chin so that their eyes could meet. Even in the dark, his golden-brown eyes shone. "Are you all right?" he asked softly. Qian Meigui nodded, dazed. He gave her a sad dimpled grin, one that she had not seen in a while. It made her mesmerized.


    Qian Meigui slowly let go of him, realizing that the couples around them were dancing so intimately, and since they all wore masks, she could not tell who they were. Song Sheng removed his mask, revealing his full handsome face. His eyes were depthless, and his dark hair spilled over his eyebrows.


    Realizing how close he was, she realized that his clothing outlined every hard muscle of his body. And ever since she became aware of how beautiful he was, she always felt like tracing the lines of his face, wondering if they were as sharp as they appeared. Or would it be soft because of the smooth edges of his face?


    Qian Meigui shut the thoughts down her mind. She let go of him, but he still gripped her torso, slightly above her waist. "Do you feel better?" he asked her. Qian


    Meigui nodded again. After she confirmed how she felt, Song Sheng slowly let go of her. He accepted it; Song Sheng realized that he would have to show her that he would be there for her. He couldn''t regain her trust again in a single night.


    They stood in front of each other, stealing glances, and not knowing what to do. Qian Meigui felt better; she felt like more herself than she had in days, weeks. But she would not admit that to him.


    On several occasions, she made it clear that she wanted him, and yet he kept pushing her away. Then when they spent time together in the apartment, they rotated roles of a typical married couple, and yet they have never gone beyond a drunken passionate kiss. It was clear to her.


    Qian Meigui stood her ground; she would not be swayed by him so quickly again. Song Sheng strapped his mask over his face. He then reached out to lend a hand. Qian Meigui glanced at him, hesitating. She then reached out to grab him, allowing him to guide her out of the venue. She had to leave; he knew it.


    On their way, Song Sheng removed his jacket, placing it over her bare shoulders. The gesture made her flush, but she avoided looking at him. Song Sheng called for a taxi, taking Qian Meigui home.


    He called Song Ren and the others, telling them that she was sick, so he had to take her home. Song Ren informed him about taking care of her well and that it wouldn''t be an issue.


    When they arrived at Song Mansion, it was pitch black, and they weren''t sure what time everyone else would get home. Qian Meigui shot him a grim smile, before giving him back his jacket. She then turned on one of the lights, dimming it to the lowest setting.


    Without saying goodbye, she went to her room. She changed into a pair of satin ivory pants and shirt, revealing her collarbones. She then placed a matching long robe over it. She washed her face, removing her makeup, placing undereye cream to refresh her skin.


    Just as she was about the go under the covers, she heard some noise coming from down the lower level. Puzzled, she left her room, descending the stairs slowly. The lights were on, and she peeked at the figure in the kitchen. He buttoned his sleeves to elbows. He was brewing tea and coffee, preparing snacks. It stunned her. Why was Song Sheng still here?


    When she entered the kitchen, her arms crossed, and her eyebrows rose from curiosity. Song Sheng glanced at her, maintaining a reserved expression. He looked at her as if she should not feel puzzled. He proceeded to prepare food despite the late hour.


    Qian Meigui took a seat by the kitchen island, watching him. He poured a cup of tea and gave it to her black, just the way she liked it. He poured himself some coffee, and he glanced at her as he drank. Their eyes met.


    Song Sheng''s gaze did not waver, but Qian Meigui did not want to look away either, so she stared back firmly, determined to win. Surprisingly, he looked away flushed. Qian Meigui''s lips curled into a smile.


    Song Sheng approached her. He towered her as she remained seated. He then ruffled her hair and nudged her to follow him.


    They both headed to the living space. Song Sheng brought a tray of snacks. Without saying much of a word, he flipped on the television and urged her to sit on the couch. Song Sheng then placed some bread and cookies on a plate and passed it to her.


    He then went to the cabinets and pulled out a blanket. He wrapped it around her body, and Qian Meigui looked at him in a daze. She clutched at the blanket, unbelieving, her lips parted.


    He took a seat himself, a place farther than her on the same sofa. He then flipped on some of her favourite channels, and they watched it together.

 Chapter 70 - He Stayed (2)

    Qian Meigui could not concentrate much on watching her favourite shows, not with Song Sheng sitting calmly right next to her on the other end of the couch. Qian Meigui kept stealing glances at him, as she also attempted to calm her erratic heartbeats. She cursed herself for acknowledging him, but she quickly composed herself by watching her shows as if she felt nothing.


    Amid the falling action of her drama, Song Sheng rose and left the living room. Qian Meigui tried to see where he went, but the wall of the living space blocked the entryway, kitchen and dining hall. After a few moments, she heard him return, and she shot her curious attention back to the television screen, suddenly finding the drama interesting again.


    Song Sheng turned off the outside lighting, approaching her. He then stood in front of her, holding out a bowl of soup towards her, and she lifted her hands to take it. She stared at the soup. Was that what he was cooking earlier?


    "What is this?" she asked. It was boiling due to the steam. "Chicken soup," he responded. Qian Meigui was in shock, trying to recollect his words. "Why did you make me soup?" she asked.


    Song Sheng returned to his seat on the couch. He glanced at her with a deep side-eyed glance, his gold-flecked eyes glinting with amus.e.m.e.nt. He loosed a breath before saying, "From my experience and years of knowing you. Soup cheers you up."


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened, her jaw nearly dropped. She looked at him with surprise and bewilderment. Song Sheng remembered? He returned to looking at the screen, face masked with reservation. Qian Meigui felt warm by his gesture; she slightly curled her lips as she blew her hot soup. She then began to consume it.


    Song Sheng slightly peaked at her. She looked so peaceful as she blissfully ate her soup while looking at the screen. She was, indeed, a sight in her ivory nightwear. Song Sheng preferred her naturally wavy hair, but the way it cascaded over the curve of her ear, framing her shoulders, stopping at the dip of her back; he felt like reaching out to her. But he didn''t dare.


    Qian Meigui was watching her program when she stilled, realizing that a heated stare directed towards her. Her heart picked up, racing. She was not sure what to do, so she decided to place the bowl on the low table in front of her. She then abruptly turned as she said, "Sheng."


    Song Sheng was resting his head on his knuckles, propped by his elbow when she called out to him. "Yes?" he answered, his tone sincere.


    "Erm...How is your movie coming along?" she asked him.


    "Good. I nearly finished all my scenes."


    "Oh," she began. "You seem to have a lot of fans," she assumed.


    Song Sheng chuckled, shaking his head, denying it. Qian Meigui smiled. "It''s true. You can easily go online and see that you''re all they talk about."


    Song Sheng glanced at her with depthless eyes. He crossed his arms, and leaned back into the couch, "Does that mean you''ve searched for me?" he asked playfully and deeply.


    Qian Meigui puffed her cheeks. "It''s not that difficult to find out," she said. Surprisingly, Song Sheng barked a laugh. He looked at her with eyes like crescent moons and gleaming teeth. He then reached out to pull one of her puffed cheeks. Qian Meigui knitted her eyebrows, but she couldn''t pretend to be angry any longer, so she laughed with him.


    "Hmm," Song Sheng began when they started to calm. "How could I forget you, though?" he questioned. Qian Meigui froze. She felt like her heart couldn''t take it anymore. She clenched her teeth, looking away from him. She grabbed a pillow to throw at him playfully, but just as she was about to hit him, he caught her wrist.


    "Mei," Song Sheng called out with a low and smokey voice. She turned to face him. "Are you tired?" he asked her. She thought for a moment. It was almost 2 A.M. She dropped the pillow, nodding, exhaustion hitting her. After receiving an answer, he waved his hand toward him, encouraging her to move closer. Qian Meigui flushed. What''s with him lately?


    She shuffled over to him slowly until she was sitting next to him. But she was not sure what he wanted. He then pulled out something from his pocket. It was a pink peony flower that looked like the ones that surrounded the fountain from the banquet.


    He presented it in front of her face. "Why do you have that?" she asked, her eyebrows knitted. He then placed it on the curve of one of her ears. "I thought that it would look good on you," he admitted. Qian Meigui glanced at him, entranced. He gazed at her intensely; his eyes were lingering on her lips; his expression mixed with longing and desire.


    Qian Meigui appeared to be lost. He then reached out, gently grabbing her head, and laid her on his lap. Qian Meigui''s hair spilled over his thighs. He began to stroke her hair gently. "Sleep," he said to her. She glanced up at him as Song Sheng ran his fingers from her forehead to the strands of her hair, massaging her head gently, avoiding the flower in her ear.


    Qian Meigui''s eyes grew heavy, and slowly, she fell into a deep sleep.


    Song Sheng realized she was sleeping when her eyelashes began to flutter, and her breathing deepened. They stayed like that for an hour, as he continued to soothe her. Just when he was about to rise from their position, she turned and clutched at his waist as if trying to reassure some sense of security.


    It had always been like this. When Qian Meigui had nightmares or dark thoughts about her past, he still had to stay with her until she slept; otherwise, she would be restless. Song Sheng knew the risks when he left the country for two years; he knew that he left her alone. But he had to escape what begun to blossom between them.


    But now, he realized that no matter how much time or distance, Qian Meigui was engraved deep in his heart, and he couldn''t let go.


    Song Sheng lifted her gently, taking her into his arms. He princess-carried her into her bedroom. He placed her under the covers, gently settling her down. Song Sheng leaned over, tucking her in bed. He then sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her.


    After a few moments, Song Sheng lifted one of her cold hands to his mouth, gently kissing her knuckles. He was now determined to win her over.


    Song Sheng then strode away, leaving the room.

 Chapter 71 - She Wouldnt Wish That Upon Anyone Else

    The sounds of people arriving home startled Qian Meigui awake. She rose her head, looking around to see the inside of her bedroom. She recalled what happened the night before. Song Sheng held her, danced with her, made her some food, and waited until she fell asleep. Qian Meigui clutched at her chest, at the complicated feelings in her heart.


    She then jumped out of her bed, quickly leaving her room, descending the stairs. It was around sunrise, when Song Jinyi, Song Jun, and Song Ren arrived home looking terrible. Song Jinyi wore streamers around her neck with funky glasses while Song Jun''s clothes had holes in them.


    "What happened?" Qian Meigui asked with concern.


    Song Jinyi looked at her tired and dazed, but with a smile, she answered, "We have to go again next year. Mei, you missed out on the fun."


    Qian Meigui was a bit upset, but she couldn''t help but chuckle. Song Ren stepped closer from the side. Her dress and makeup were still intact. "Are you all right?" she asked her, knowing that Song Sheng had to take Qian Meigui home early.


    "Mhm," Qian Meigui responded with a subtle smile. "I felt unwell, so Sheng took me home. I''m sorry I wasn''t much help."


    "What do you mean?" Song Jinyi interrupted, appalled. "Long Houjin let us have the most exclusive access at the party. Did you know that was a secret?" Song Jinyi almost went off topic. "But anyway, he says that you helped someone important to him, but he wouldn''t say who that person was."


    Xue Guangli.


    Qian Meigui recalled helping her. Just what is between her and Long Huojin? She shook the thoughts away; it wasn''t her business.


    "Yes! And we got access to the security department. Although, Jinyi and I snuck in there on our own," Song Jun continued with excitement.


    The twin''s eyes glinted with mischief, but it slowly went away from exhaustion. Jinyi yawned and stretched, and the twins ascended the stairs slowly going to their separate rooms.


    Song Ren did not appear to be the least bit tired, which did not surprise her.


    "Where''s Su Feng?" Qian Meigui asked her.


    Song Ren''s face appeared to be grave, "He went home."


    Qian Meigui felt like she could pick up a sense of worry. "What''s wrong?" she asked.


    Song Ren sighed. "The Su'' never showed up," she said.


    "Su Feng and I tried looking for them, but it was difficult with the masks. Song Jinyi and Sun Jun snuck into the security room pretending to be members of the Long family, but they couldn''t find anything."


    Qian Meigui felt annoyed that the night had gone to waste for them.


    Song Ren continued, "However, Su Feng and I overheard a conversation about Su Guiren''s policies in the hospitals he manages." Song Ren''s expression turned wary, an emotion she has not seen in a while.


    "But it''s no use. No matter what I find out or do to ruin Sun Group; it will ruin Su Feng too," she said as she clenched her fists together. Qian Meigui felt aggrieved. She knew how important Su Feng was to Song Ren.


    "I''m afraid," Song Ren admitted, tears slipping from her eyes. Qian Meigui''s eyes widened, she approached Song Ren carefully, offering a hug, with her arms wide open. Song Ren glanced at her before reaching out to hug Qian Meigui. She rested her head on her shoulder, letting the tears fall. Song Ren sobbed silently, and it was rare for her to express her feelings in front of people. Qian Meigui knew it was hard for her to reveal herself so vulnerable.


    "If our father finds out that Sun Group is planning to demote Su Feng, he won''t approve our engagement," Song Ren said with a choked-up tone.


    Qian Meigui stilled. "He wouldn''t?" she questioned her. Song Ren lifted her head, her mascara running slightly. "Father will do anything for Song Corporation," Song Ren responded darkly.


    Qian Meigui looked at her puzzled, conflicted. She recalled that they never publicly announced their engagement. They only told their families, and now, they were waiting for everything to be sorted out. She knew how much Song Ren and Su Feng loved each other. She even picked it up since they were younger. Whenever the two bickered or argued, one of them would steal an affectionate glance but never admit to anything because of their pride.


    Forbidden love is a hardship that Qian Meigui did not want anyone else to endure. It was a feeling that was both frightening and sorrowful. She wouldn''t wish that upon anyone else. Qian Meigui then faced her with determination and strength. "I won''t let that happen," she began, "We will figure it out, together."


    Song Ren was taken aback. But she quickly smiled, "I knew it," she said. Qian Meigui glanced at her, "knew what?" she asked.


    Song Ren took a deep breathe, "That you would grow to be stronger than me," she said. Qian Meigui smirked at her, "after all these years of wanting to be like you; I''ve become a better version of myself. Thank you, Ren."


    Song Ren held her arms together from feeling cold, "No need to thank me for something you''ve done all on your own." And just like that, she walked away, ascending the stairs without another word. Qian Meigui smiled to herself. Song Ren would always be cool.


    Qian Meigui decided to eat breakfast before going to school. Although she had a few hours of rest, she felt more awake and motivated to attend classes.


    Qian Meigui quickly ate, changed, preparing her books and went to class. This time, she paid close attention to the lectures and lessons, not missing any points. After class, she went to study at the learning centre on campus. While she was reviewing, she received a phone call. She picked it up. It was Zhong Liu. She breathed out deeply and answered it.

 Chapter 72 - Breaking Up Before It Began

    Qian Meigui picked up the phone call. "Hello?" she answered.


    "Mei. How are you doing?" Zhong Liu asked her gently.


    Qian Meigui loosed a deep breath. "Mhm. I''m doing well," she said. "How are you?"


    "I''m at work, but I wanted to take the time to check in on you."


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted. If she were to compare men, Zhong Liu was someone she wanted to give a chance to give her everything to him. But Song Sheng was someone that was in the back of her mind, that was persistent, that enveloped her thoughts even when she tried to fight it.


    "Thank you," she began gently. "Can I see you later?" she asked.


    Zhong Liu was surprised, but he responded coolly, "I get off at work around 5 p.m., I can pick you up from your home afterwards?" he asked.


    "Mhm. See you then," Qian Meigui responded.


    Qian Meigui continued to study and complete assignments. It was the afternoon when she arrived home. At the time, Song Ren and the others had woken up from their rendezvous last night.


    The twins seemed to be cheerful, but Song Ren was closed off, but they all knew why.


    Qian Meigui patted her on the shoulder before going up the stairs, changing. She then waited until he picked her up. To kill time, Qian Meigui searched through her Weibo.


    Again, Song Sheng was a topic netizens discussed. He was the eldest Son of the Song family; a former scientist; an executive of Song Entertainment; an up-and-coming star. He was everything that not many could not accomplish, and yet he managed it. But like her, some of his fans wondered why he left Song Pharmaceuticals. Even she did not have the full answer.


    Qian Meigui decided to walk to the large balcony that overlooked the front yard, at the other private houses beyond. The sky was still bright, soon to mark the orange hues of the setting sun. She held her arms together, remembering the time she spent with Song Sheng.


    In the past, whenever she would stay up late with him while he was studying or working on assignments, he would find to spend time to do things with her afterwards. They would go to the cinema late at night, without telling the others, sneaking out of the house. They would go to restaurants and eat until they were full. Qian Meigui smiled as she reminisced the past. A cold breeze flew by her, swaying her hair.


    From a distance, she saw Zhong Liu''s car pull up on the long driveway. Qian Meigui left, walking towards the pavement, meeting him halfway. Zhong Liu smiled and let her into the passenger seat. "Where do you want to go?" he asked. "Somewhere nearby," she said.


    They went to a nearby family restaurant, sitting at a small table, ordering food. They both made minimal conversations about their day. Afterwards, they decided to take a stroll around the neighbourhood.


    She then caught sight of a river with the city beyond. Zhong Liu held kept his hands in his pockets. The wind caressed their hair and clothing, trees sighing in the distance. Qian Meigui''s felt heavy and complicated in her heart. She turned to face Zhong Liu with a sad smile, as the wind blew between the strands of her hair, like dancing shadows.


    "Zhong Liu," she called out. Zhong Liu turned to face her. "Thank you," she began genuinely. "For being such a good friend to me all these years."


    Zhong Liu stepped forward, nodding his head, waiting for her to finish. "I don''t deserve your friendship or support for pursuing my career. But I should tell you something because you need to know," she said.


    Before Zhong Liu could respond, Qian Meigui blurted out, "I''m in love with someone else."


    Qian Meigui felt like a weight had been lifted. She thought it, she imagined it, Qian Meigui wanted to say out loud that she loves Song Sheng; that she would wait for him, no matter the time or distance.


    "It''s not fair to you if we continue this thing between us when I love someone else," she finished.


    Zhong Liu nodded, understanding. "You love him that fiercely?" he asked her.


    "Yes," she breathed. "As much as it pains me too. He''s an idiot who doesn''t understand the cues of women, but he''s also there for me. Always. And perhaps he''s afraid of what would come between us if we''re together, but I''m willing to take the risk for him. But only for him."


    Zhong Liu did not understand much of what she was saying, but he believed her. "I understand," he said as he took a step forward.


    Qian Meigui had a troubled expression.


    He sighed before saying, "I hope he treats you well," he started, "But if he ever crosses the line, let me know," he warned. Qian Meigui chuckled, despite her gloomy mood.


    "Thank you, Zhong Liu," she said.


    Zhong Liu smiled at her. "Can we still be friends?" he asked. Qian Meigui''s lips parted. She felt like she didn''t deserve his friendship. "Yes," she finally said to him with a sad smile.


    Qian Meigui then walked passed him, crossing her arms together. Without saying good-bye, she began to walk home. They never went anywhere far, so she continued to make her way.


    Qian Meigui let the wind bite her skin from the chill. But she felt awakened. The night was dark, but she glanced up at the moon, hoping that it would be worth waiting for him. But she wouldn''t make it easy for him either.


    As she continued to walk home, she received a phone call. Puzzled, she reached out her phone and answered quickly. "Hello?" she asked.


    "Mei," a deep voice called out. It was the same voice that always compelled her to freeze, to remain rooted on the spot, no matter where she was.


    "Sheng," she said.


    "Are you better now?" he asked her.


    "Mhm. Better now," Qian Meigui said, smiling gently to herself.


    "Good."


    "Is there anything else?" she asked him.


    Silence.


    After a few moments, he said, "No. I just wanted to hear your voice," Song Sheng said deeply. Qian Meigui froze. She was at a loss for words.


    "Sheng!" she exclaimed over the phone. Qian Meigui flushed, and she was glad he didn''t see it. Song Sheng chuckled, "When can I see you next?" he asked her.


    "You''re the one that always busy," she pouted.


    "Mhm," Song Sheng began, "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui stilled, "Yes," she breathed. Qian Meigui hung up the call, breathing out some fresh air, walking along the sidewalks that lead her home.

 Chapter 73 - Archive

    The next morning, Qian Meigui woke up with her heart feeling light. It was the weekend, so she had the next two days off after an exhaustive week of attending classes and completing assignments.


    Still, she had to study regardless of not having school or classes. To kill time, she opened one of her textbooks and began to read.


    After reading for hours, she took a break by going to the kitchen, making herself some lunch. She had no idea where Song Ren or the twins were or had been doing.


    As a.d.u.l.ts, they rarely communicate with each other about where they went or how they plan their days. Since the house seemed quiet, Qian Meigui figured she was alone.


    Qian Meigui ate some eggs with peppers, mushrooms, and spring onions. She also had some rice and beef in a bowl. As she was still eating, she heard someone enter the house.


    She peaked at the entrance by leaning back from her chair, wondering who it was. She thought it would be one of the twins, but it was Song Sheng. Surprised, she nearly fell from her chair. They have not established yet when they would meet today.


    Song Sheng wore a white collared shirt buttoned to his elbows and a pair of black pants. He also wore black aviators, covering his eyes, preventing it from showing through them. He approached her with his hands in his pockets. Qian Meigui looked away without trying to make it evident that she found him to be attractive.


    When he reached the kitchen, he ruffled her hair playfully as a way of greeting. He held onto the back of her chair as he took her chopsticks and began to eat her rice and beef in front of her. Qian Meigui''s mouth widened in shock, and Song Sheng smirked at her slyly, pinching her nose.


    Qian Meigui knew that Song Sheng wasn''t hungry; he was teasing her.


    Song Sheng took a seat next to her, waiting for her to finish. He then propped his chin with an elbow over the kitchen countertop, staring at her. Although his facial expression appeared to be gentle, she couldn''t read his eyes through his aviators. When it comes to Song Sheng, she could tell by how he felt through his eyes, rather than his facial expressions.


    After she finished eating, Qian Meigui wiped her mouth and approached the sink to wash her dishes. "Where are we going?" she asked him over the running water.


    "I''m taking you somewhere," he said, without being specific.


    "Where?" she asked.


    Song Sheng faced her, but she could not tell what he was thinking. "I want to show you first," he said.


    Qian Meigui nodded, trying to hold back the curl from her lips. "Fine," she said firmly.


    After she cleaned up, Qian Meigui went to her room; she changed into a light blue dress with white stripes. She placed her purse over her shoulder.


    Song Sheng was leaning against the doorframe at the threshold of the entrance with his arms crossed, waiting for her. When she approached him, he smiled and let her walked ahead. As she passed him, he stepped next to her, touching her back, guiding her to his car.


    Once they reached the car, Song Sheng casually opened the passenger door for her. Qian Meigui hoped in and fastened her seatbelt.


    As they drove, they both caught up on each other''s day, and Qian Meigui wasn''t sure where he was taking her, but she patiently waited to see.


    Once they arrived, Song Sheng parked the car. They then walked side by side towards a massive gate that protected the building behind. Qian Meigui was stunned.


    It was one of the few public archives, containing historical records back from imperial times. It was a place that she thought she would never get to visit. Qian Meigui glanced at Song Sheng who appeared composed about it.


    Song Sheng then led her into the building; there were not many people at the archive, so they began to tour on their own. They couldn''t take photos, so they appreciated the walk between looking at protected doc.u.ments and manuscripts, speaking to each other about their significance.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng took her to a large bookstore that she had never been before, with levels of different sections of fiction, he took Qian Meigui to the highest level where there were seats by the windowsills.


    They both grabbed a book they felt like they would enjoy reading. Song Sheng removed his glasses by placing it on the collar of the shirt. Song Sheng and Qian Meigui decided to share a windowsill, where they would sit together. But because Song Sheng''s had long legs, he tangled his legs with hers, while keeping the book in front of his face; she couldn''t see his expression.


    Occasionally, she would lower her book, stealing glances. At that, Song Sheng also lowered his book, but he was engrossed in the content of the book. His eyebrows knitted in concentration, his eyelashes fluttered gently. Qian Meigui chuckled to herself at how serious he looked.


    She then glanced over at the window where the people walked passed far below. The sun hit them brightly as it began to set. Qian Meigui lifted her knees from Song Sheng''s legs into a crouching position, resting her head, as she looked at the view of the sunset. She rested her hands right above her feet, but she noticed that Song Sheng was no longer paying attention to his book.


    When she glanced up at him, their eyes met. The sun''s hues matched the colour of his eyes; and like every time, she sees him, she was breathless. At first, she appeared to be stunned, but she looked away, returning her attention to the view. However, she felt her hands rise, and she looked back at him dazed. But Song Sheng was looking at their hands as he entwined their fingers together. He appeared calm as if holding hands was natural to them, but her heart raced, feeling as if it would stop at any moment.


    Qian Meigui was afraid, but she held onto his hand, daring herself to give it a try. Without looking at each other, they continued to play with their hands. Song Sheng then gripped her hand tightly, running his thumb over her palm. Qian Meigui''s heart then calmed; she felt like this felt right, that what''s between them felt natural. Exciting.


    Instead of retreating his hand, Song Sheng rose with their hands still entwined. She glanced up at him, and he smiled at her, signalling them to leave. As they walked back through the book store again, he didn''t let go. She watched him lead her out with their hands still clasped together. Qian Meigui''s lips curled, wondering how they could proceed after these moments.


    Song Sheng led her back to the car. It was quiet on the way home, but the air felt peaceful.


    Once they arrived home, Song Sheng opened the passenger door for her. He then looked around to see if the coast was clear, entwining their figures again. As they walked toward the front door, something puzzled them. Song Sheng and Qian Meigui both saw a familiar car, prompting them to enter the house abruptly.


    When they arrived, they let go of each other''s hand, as they stumbled upon some loud arguing. Qian Meigui never heard Song Ren yell so loudly. They both went into the living room, where their father looked toward them with an agitated expression.


    "Good. You two are finally home," said Song Rui.

 Chapter 74 - Confession

    Both Qian Meigui and Song Sheng were surprised to see Song Rui home. Alarmed, Qian Meigui approached Song Ren, wondering what was going on. She then noticed Yang Rei, their mother, sitting at the armchair, watching the entire dispute.


    Song Ren''s eyebrows knitted tightly as if she was waging war against her own father. Song Ren was the epitome of her father, the same appearance, a similar temperament, and yet, they were different. Although Song Ren inherited most of her appearance from her father, Song Rui''s eyes did not shine; it was almost as if he''d seen too much that it snuffed out over the years. Qian Meigui only hoped that none of his children would ever burn out like him.


    "What''s going on?" Qian Meigui asked. Song Rui appeared to be surprised by her bold question, but she did not waver. Qian Meigui was no longer that shy girl from the last time she had seen them; she was fearless, defiant, and strategic now.


    Song Ren remained silent, watching her father like a hawk. "Why is Sheng here?" Song Ren asked her, still looking at her father.


    Qian Meigui was not sure how to respond.


    "She was helping me with file some legal doc.u.ments for me," Song Sheng responded for her.


    Song Ren glanced at Qian Meigui, believing them. Qian Meigui looked at Song Sheng gratefully.


    "Our father doesn''t want me to marry Su Feng," she said to Qian Meigui with a chilling tone. Qian Meigui nearly shivered.


    "You can''t marry someone that will lose everything, and provide nothing for you," Song Rui responded. He held his hands above his h.i.p.s, holding back his anger, trying to reason with his daughter.


    "I will do what I want," Song Ren retorted.


    "I thought I raised you to be smarter. But you''ve become a disappointment like Sheng," he said.


    A tear slipped from her eyes, "But I love him..." she said quietly, almost a breath of a whisper. It stunned him.


    Song Rui''s eyes widened in slight shock, but it quickly went away. His face was firm, final. "Break off the engagement," he said bluntly, as he started to walk away. "You''re not marrying that boy," he finished.


    As he walked away, Song Ren yelled, "No one else would be good enough for me! I will refuse any other proposals," she said.


    Her father paused and turned around, with a wicked smile, he responded, "I beg to differ." And at that, Song Rui walked up to the staircase.


    Soon after, Yang Rei rose and began to walk towards the staircase as well, heading towards the master bedroom.


    "Mother," Song Ren called out. Yang Rei turned to face her eldest girl.


    "Will you not do anything?" she asked her. Yang Rei flashed her a complicated expression of guilt and wariness, but she turned her heel and continued to ascend the stairs, ignoring the question.


    Song Ren nearly dropped to her knees, but Qian Meigui caught her by the elbow, trying to steady her. She appeared to be defeated, and Qian Meigui had never seen her so low. She was fuming with anger. Qian Meigui glanced at Song Sheng, who also appeared to be angry.


    Song Sheng had his arms crossed. He then approached the two of them.


    "Ren," he called out deeply. "What does father know?" he asked.


    Song Ren looked at him with a reserved expression. "He knows that Su Feng is illegitimate. What''s worst, he knows that Su Guiren will soon overturn Su Feng," she said.


    Qian Meigui stilled. She knew that Su Guiren was after the position of Sun Group, but to know that Su Feng was illegitimate was something she did not know. She looked at Song Sheng who equally had a complicated expression. What also puzzled her was how did Song Rui find out?


    "I didn''t tell you guys because I felt like it''s no one''s business. But it made it to the tabloids this evening," Song Ren confirmed.


    Qian Meigui nodded, understanding her. Song Ren moved out of Qian Meigui''s hold and began to walk towards the entrance.


    "Where are you going?" Qian Meigui asked her.


    Song Ren continued walking as she said, "I am going to see Su Feng. F.u.c.k what father has to say about it. I''m not coming back until he leaves," she stated as she opened the door, slamming it behind her. Qian Meigui flinched.


    After Song Ren left, Qian Meigui was afraid to look at Song Sheng. Although they spent half the day together, after what they''ve witnessed, Song Sheng may have doubts about the two of them again.


    She took a deep breath, slowly turning her head, peaking a glance at him. But Song Sheng was already looking at her. She glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. The coast was clear.


    Qian Meigui turned to face him, her arms crossed. With a grim smile, she called out to him, "Sheng."


    "Mhm?" Song Sheng mumbled.


    "Can we talk?" she said to him. Song Sheng gazed at her, "All right," he responded.


    Qian Meigui began to walk towards their backyard where it was more private. It was night, but the pool was lit up by lights in the water. The pool could not be seen by any windows as there was a large canopy that descended from the roof to large poles by the pool.


    Qian Meigui approached the pool, sitting at the edge, dipping her feet in the water. Song Sheng joined her. He removed his shoes, folding his pants to his knees, plunging his feet into the water.


    They both looked out towards the pool, where towering pine trees bordered the house from their neighbours. The sound of crickets looking for mates loomed in the distance.


    "What''s on your mind?" Song Sheng asked her earnestly.


    Qian Meigui loosed a breath, still looking outwards and not at him. "I think that we should establish some things between us," she told him bravely.


    Song Sheng looked towards her, listening.


    "I can sense that there is something more than what we want to admit. Because if we do so, then it would be true," she continued.


    Song Sheng looked at her, sincerely.


    "You have seen what your father is trying to do to Song Ren and Su Feng," Qian Meigui chuckled darkly. "I can see now why you pushed me away for so long. Imagine what will happen to us when anyone finds out if we proceed any further, let alone your father," Qian Meigui finished. "It''s over," she said, as she glanced up at the moon-lit sky, sighing against the light breeze, feeling heavy. It''s over, she thought.


    Song Sheng kept looking at her. But within a moment, he reached out, grabbing her chin. He turned her to face him. His gaze lingering, deep with affection. "I love you," he said to her gently.


    What?


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened. The wind parted between them, her hair flying. She did not expect to receive a confession so suddenly. She thought that they would finally end things right here, right now. Since his return, they went into circles about their feelings, wondering but not knowing.


    "Love...As in you love me as a sister?" she asked him, her lips parted in shock. Song Sheng chuckled with a gleaming smile.


    "No," he began deeply, grabbing her fingers, leading them towards his lips. He kissed her knuckles, "I love you as a woman," he finished.


    Qian Meigui''s mouth gaped, but her expression changed; she nearly stumbled from her rooted spot.


    "But what about our family?" she asked him, wanting assurance.


    "We will face the consequences together," he told her confidently.


    A tear slipped from her eye, but Qian Meigui did not make a sad expression. She was still shocked, rooted at her spot.


    "Are you sure?" she asked him.


    Song Sheng leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, closing his eyes. "More than anything," he breathed. Qian Meigui could not wrap her mind around the shock. But she then also closed her eyes, savouring the moment. They both stayed like that for quite some time as if they were trying to capture this moment, afraid that once they moved, it would disappear.


    After some time, they both rose. Although Song Sheng confessed to her, she felt like a teenager. Her heart raced, and she felt uneasy, but he kept smiling at her slyly. Qian Meigui walked him towards the entrance of the house. He had to return to his apartment, and reluctantly, she had to send him off.


    It was dark, but the moonlight peered at them. Qian Meigui turned around to look at their surroundings out of habit before facing him, but Song Sheng leaned in, kissing her on the lips. Qian Meigui was thrown off guard, her eyes widening, but slowly, she responded to his kiss with equal passion. She held the front door as he kissed her; he grasped her face as he deepened it.


    After losing air, Song Sheng let go, both of them breathing heavily, panting. He gazed at her lips, as if it something he desperately wanted, needed, like fresh air or water or any other type of nourishment. But they couldn''t do anything more that night, not when his parent''s returned home.


    "Goodnight," she said to him


    Song Sheng grinned at her, "I''ll see you soon," he breathed.


    Qian Meigui watched Song Sheng leave. She closed the door, her chest pounding furiously. She could not believe what just happened, but she went to sleeping with a smile on her face, but she was still sad for Song Ren.

 Chapter 75 - To Fight For Love

    Su Feng heard a thundering knock during the early night when he checked the cameras, noticing Song Ren waiting for him at the front of his house. He quickly ran to the door, springing it wide open. Song Ren appeared to be in a gloomy mood. It hurt him to see the bold woman he loved look so weary.


    "What''s wrong?" he asked her, worried.


    Song Ren approached him hastily, embracing him hard around his neck. Su Feng met her embrace, catching her in his arms. "My father is home, and he knows," she said to him in a half-sob. Su Feng was slightly shocked, but he knew it was inevitable. The information was going around quickly, and Song Rui would be one of the few people who would find out first.


    Su Feng then let Song Ren into his home. As soon as she went in, she grabbed his face, kissing him fiercely. It was hurried, hungry, and fearful, afraid that they would part at any moment.


    Su Feng let her, guiding her to his bedroom without letting go of each other. It hurt them both. They were afraid; they felt helpless, and the only assurance they could find was the unification of their bodies.


    They made love to provide each other with that sense of comfort in knowing they had each other and will fight for it.


    Su Feng glanced at the sleeping figure in his arms, with an overwhelming sense of sadness. Song Ren was the woman he fought against, and now that he had her, fate decided otherwise.


    Su Feng bundled her up with his warm body, trying to forget about their problems, at least for the night.


    --


    Qian Meigui woke up to the sound of her phone. She stretched her arms, reaching out. She glanced at the screen with a few missed calls. She called back Su Feng immediately.


    "Song Mei?" he called out.


    "Mhm, Su Feng, why are you are calling?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes, yawning.


    "Could you help me?" Su Feng asked her. Qian Meigui shuffled out of bed immediately. "What do you need?" she responded, answering as a way of agreeing.


    "I need you to look over something for me. I''ll send you the files right now." Su Feng explained to her everything he was planning. He only informed her not to tell Song Ren and that he needed her legal advice to proceed forward. They both spoke for nearly an hour before Su Feng hung up the call.


    Qian Meigui decided to go down the stairs when she noticed at the kitchen table, sat Song Rui, Yang Rei, and the twins silently eating lunch. Song Rui tried to speak with the twins, but they weren''t responsive as they knew what he was trying to do with Song Ren. Qian Meigui decided to join them since they noticed her presence; there was no way of escaping now.


    When Qian Meigui sat down, the twins had finished their meal and silently left. Qian Meigui grabbed a plate and began to place her food on it, when she heard Song Rui say, "I heard you''ve returned to school."


    Qian Meigui''s hand froze mid-air, giving him a ''How did you know?'' look.


    "I keep watch of each of you," he clarified. Qian Meigui continued to set her food when he sized her up. "Law is it?" he continued bluntly.


    Qian Meigui swallowed hard, but she faced him head-on. "Yes," she said boldly, without trying to quiver.


    "Hmm," he thought out loud. "Just like your father?" he asked her. Qian Meigui nodded.


    "Fine," he began, "I will let you study law, but solely on the condition that you only work for Song Corporation and no one else. Do not poke into other people''s business; it''s not good to anyone if you do so."


    Qian Meigui clenched her fingers around the spoon she held. She understood him, but she would defy him for Su Feng and Song Ren even though he raised her for half of her life.


    In the end, Qian Meigui realized that family are people that support and care about each other, not necessarily bound by blood. If Song Rui had been a more present figure, then perhaps she would have considered him a father. But he chose power and greed over his own family.


    Yang Rei was silent the entire time; although her face appeared to be troubled. Qian Meigui rose from her seat, suddenly losing her appetite. As she began to leave, Song Rui reminded her, "I look out for you, Mei, because I promised your parent''s."


    Qian Meigui paused, turning her heel slightly, facing him. She bowed out of respect, "Thank you," she said with an ungenuine tone before she continued to walk away.


    Qian Meigui left the house, hopping into her convertible, hoping that Song Sheng was at his apartment. She drove and walked into the building, where she was let in by the receptionist. Using her spare key card, Qian Meigui had access to his suite. She walked in, and the entire level was silent; she then decided to wait for him as he may have been at work.


    Qian Meigui began to read and observe the files Su Feng sent her on her phone. Hours passed, and she felt sleepy, so she closed her eyes and rested on his couch.


    The sun appeared to be blinding through Song Sheng''s glass windows. Qian Meigui opened her blurry eyes, stunned, realizing that Song Sheng was sleeping right in front of her face. Based on their position, Qian Meigui was lying sideways, and he did the same, but he wrapped her body between his arms.


    Qian Meigui flushed. She didn''t want to wake him; his warm greeting enticed her. She held onto him tighter, pressing their bodies together, breathing in his scent. Because of their lack of space, Qian Meigui wrapped one of her legs around his waist. She sighed in satisfaction, leaning into him more comfortably until she suddenly heard a low grunt. Qian Meigui stilled.


    She glanced over at Song Sheng, who was already staring at her intensely, motionless. His gaze was deep, hungry, and predatory for her. Within a moment, she felt something hard against her thighs, and she blushed instantly. Song Sheng also appeared to be fl.u.s.tered due to his slightly red cheeks and unfulfilled desires.


    Qian Meigui knew it hurt him, but she wanted to wait. She had to explore their relationship further to understand the consequences they may face. It would be a secret, but would he accept that? Could they genuinely hide their relationship from the world? Song Sheng is nearly famous. When he gets older, and people question his love life, what could he say?


    Qian Meigui frowned, but Song Sheng picked up on her worries and anxieties. He then flipped her underneath him, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. His kisses lingered onto her chin to her jaw, to the edge of her lips.


    He kissed her temple and forehead, assuring her that they were right here, right now, in each other''s embrace. Together, they will face everything to the end in the battle to fight for love.


    Qian Meigui couldn''t take his sweet kisses anymore, wanting something that was more ravishing. She pulled him in for a kiss on the lips, deepening it. They kissed long and hard, exchanging saliva and sounds they''ve never heard before.


    They kissed slowly and deeply, puckering each other''s mouths to taste each other fully. Qian Meigui held onto the wings of his shoulder blades as he laid on top of her while holding her face. After half an hour of kissing, they parted.


    "Stay," he told her. Qian Meigui was afraid because Song Rui wouldn''t know where she had gone. But by the way, Song Sheng sounded gentle, desperate even; she caved in.


    They didn''t do anything that night. But she joined him in bed, embracing each other as they couldn''t let go until they fell asleep.

 Chapter 76 - Under The Stars

    Qian Meigui felt Song Sheng caressing her cheek in the morning. When her eyes opened, she saw him staring into her eyes, gently and intensely, like he was careful yet greedy at the same time. Their faces were so close that their breaths entwined, sharing the same air. His eyes darted all over her face as if he appreciated every pore, cell, and biological makeup that made her who she was.


    Outside appeared to be dawn, just before the sunrise. Qian Meigui smiled, glancing at him. She could see his freckles up close, the yellow hues of his eyes, and the sharp lines of his face. He wore a white t-shirt, and his black hair hung loosely over his eyes. She reached out slowly, daring, to touch his face. Even though he confessed to her, she was still hesitant, not believing the fact that he was indeed hers. Qian Meigui was in Song Sheng''s arms, and yet she felt like she was in a dream that she would wake out of abruptly.


    "What''s on your mind?" he asked her with the deep throatiness of the morning.


    Qian Meigui smiled, "Nothing," she said to him, caressing the roughness of jaw.


    Afterward, she snuggled in his arms once more. Just before they went to bed last night, she had called Jinyi, making up an excuse as to why she never came home. Song Jinyi then said she would tell their father that she wasn''t coming home, just before hanging up.


    They snuggled for an hour without saying much, only appreciating the quiet moment between them. Qian Meigui then rose out of bed to leave, but Song Sheng caught her by her waist. She turned to face him, blushing as she gritted her teeth, shooting him a ''What are you doing face.''


    "Where are you going?" he asked her.


    "I have to go home and go to school after," she said.


    Song Sheng grunted, expressing as if he did not want to separate from her. Qian Meigui''s lips curled. "Will you miss me that much?" she asked, playfully. Song Sheng immediately reddened. He then covered his face with his hand, looking away from her.


    Between his fingers, he peaked at her; his gaze was piercing, fathomless as if he could see right through her. Indeed, she was reluctant to go too, even if they would soon see each other again. Is this the honeymoon phase many spoke about? Qian Meigui wasn''t sure as she never had a boyfriend before.


    Boyfriend?


    Was Song Sheng her boyfriend?


    At the thought, she flushed immediately.


    Song Sheng was lying on the bed, propped up by an elbow, smirking as if he read her thoughts. "Why are you blushing?" he asked her with a knowing smile. Qian Meigui clenched her teeth, crossing her arms, pouting and ignoring the question.


    Qian Meigui then picked up her purse from the floor and began to walk away when Song Sheng asked behind her, "Can I pick you up later?"


    Qian Meigui turned to him, smiling. "Mhm," she said. She left the bedroom and the apartment to make way to her class. She would have given him a good-bye kiss, but she was afraid that it would turn into something else, then it would lead her being late for class. Therefore, she continued to leave the complex as she drove back home.


    Upon arrival, Song Rui wasn''t home. Qian Meigui then dressed and prepared to go to class. She figured that perhaps she could get away with sneaking around, as long as he and Yang Rei kept busy.


    After dropping by the house, she took the transit system to get to school. She went to her regular classes, listened to instructors, taking notes. After half a day, she decided to go to her school''s massive library. She looked over her notes on victimization and criminology when Song Sheng texted her, saying he was on her way to her school.


    Qian Meigui engrossed in completing her study sheets when someone dropped a takeout bag in front of her face, half an hour after messaging him. She glanced up at the tall figure who wore a pair of a black club masters sunglasses and a dark green long coat over his clothes; his hair neatly combed to one side. He then proceeded to take out some desserts, placing them on her desk.


    When she continued to study, he passed some of the desserts to her. Without trying to be disruptive of her revising, he picked up a book and read it alongside her quietly. Qian Meigui felt warm all over. "Can you even read through those sunglasses?" she asked him.


    Holding the book in his hand, he looked towards her. He flashed a white smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Of course I can," he said. Qian Meigui smiled back, continuing to work while eating the snacks he brought.


    An hour passed when Qian Meigui leaned back into her chair, hanging her left arm loosely over the side of her chair, tired. Without glancing away from his book, Song Sheng grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers together. Qian Meigui glanced at him and looked around the space.


    There were many people around them, groups of students collaborating over tables, others studying independently with earbuds in their ears. Most of the library were people speaking in a hush, breathes and whispers filling the space. But she looked towards her side, where the man she longed for was holding her hand under the table, reading a book, wearing sunglasses to mask his face.


    By the way, the media portrayed him, he was becoming more prominent, and people could recognize him if they glimpsed at him well. Although not many did not know who she was, there was still no way of openly showing their affection for each other. It was about their family; it was about people thinking she was Song Mei when she was Qian Meigui. Therefore, their relationship was a secret.


    Feeling upset, Qian Meigui moved her chair closer to him. She then leaned on his shoulder, exhaling deeply. Song Sheng did not move much, but he tightened his grip on her hand, understanding how she felt.


    In the afternoon, the library closed. Qian Meigui decided to give him a tour of their school around the quad, giving him the histories behind particular buildings and statues. He listened to her diligently until they stopped for food at an on-campus restaurant filled with students. They found a spot where they ate, talking about Song Sheng''s day at work. When they finished, they went back to the quad to see the vast field of grass and surrounding gardens. They found a spot to sit on, despite no one being around. They laid down next to each other on the grass, talking.


    "When did you start liking me?" Qian Meigui asked him suddenly.


    Silence.


    Song Sheng removed his glasses since it was nearly nightfall. The sky dyed into an array of deep blues and purples, almost black. "Do you really want to know?" he asked her gently. Qian Meigui propped herself from her elbows, "Yes," she responded eagerly, curiously.


    Song Sheng sighed, feeling defeated. He felt like it was no use hiding it from her now that he confessed to her.


    "You were eighteen years old when I came home from a night out with my campus buddies. You kept calling me persistently, sending messages, asking if I was okay. I thought it was annoying," Song Sheng began with an irritated, yet playful tone. Qian Meigui frowned.


    "But then I came home; it was nearly 5 in the morning. You were sleeping, crouched down by the stairs, waiting for me," Song Sheng paused. "The thing is, my parents weren''t home around much, as you know, and as the oldest, I had to take care of everyone. But no one looked out for me."


    Qian Meigui listened to him attentively. Ever since she joined the family, she recalled that Song Sheng was someone they all relied on, for homework, for meals, for support. That is why he grew up so reserved, devoid of emotion. He never had anyone there for him, but he was there for everyone else.


    "You were there for me, Mei, and I loved you since then, for so long," he admitted with a soft, husky tone.


    Song Sheng confessed what harboured in his heart for years. He felt better when he admitted it, but he began to feel puzzled when Qian Meigui started to cry. He reached out, tugging her in his embrace. Song Sheng then soothed her with calming words until she stopped. With her glazed, doe eyes, she glanced up at him. "Sheng," she called out to him.


    "Hm?" he responded.


    "Know that I love you too, unconditionally, ceaselessly, for who you are," she admitted with a sad, desperate tone.


    Song Sheng was surprised. He confessed to her the other day because he wanted to convey his feelings. Song Sheng did not expect her to return the same affection. He kept his distance, hoping to win her over through time. But perhaps she loved him, too, for so long that it was difficult to hold back. It was only now that they could admit it to each other when hope seemed lost.


    The two then held onto each other, embracing, under the stars.

 Chapter 77 - Close Siblings

    Song Ren was in the middle of a conference call when Yang Minzhe walked in, placing a note on her table and leaving without another word. Her secretary knew that he could not disrupt any corporate meetings unless it were an emergency. Song Ren glanced at the note while speaking to executives from overseas. It said in capital letters: SU GUIREN IS HERE.


    Song Ren crumpled the piece of paper in her hand, as she maintained her composure while exchanging dialogue with the executives, attentively.


    After the meeting was over, Song Ren exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples by her desk. After swivelling around her chair, she reluctantly decided to page Yang Minzhe to let Su Guiren in.


    Su Guiren walked in with the arrogance and haughtiness of him.


    "Hello, Dr. Song," he said to her, mockingly.


    Song Ren smiled grimly, "I''m not a doctor yet," she responded. "Why are you here?"


    "Hm, right. I came to check out Song Corporation," he said as he gazed around the room with his arms crossed behind his back, observing every corner.


    "Why?" Song Ren questioned, annoyed.


    "I think I should buy it," he said to her, with a cunning, wicked smile.


    Song Ren''s curled her fingers into fists. "If you have come here to insult or threaten me, then it''s best if you leave right now before I ruin your life," she responded with an eery calmness, folding her arms together.


    Su Guiren chuckled. He swiftly approached her, his expression changing from playfulness to sudden insincerity. "I have not come to insult you," he began, "on the contrary, I came to make you an offer."


    Song Ren took a step back from him. "Whatever you have to offer, I refuse," she said bluntly.


    "I will let Su Feng stay with the company if you marry me instead. I know you are the type of woman to marry anyone, so long it benefits you," Su Guiren finished.


    Song Ren spat at Su Guiren''s foot. "Now that was indeed an insult," she began. "I used to be that type of woman, but that''s because I was too stubborn to realize the possibility of finding someone compatible for me. So do not offer me something so low to accept," she said with a silverware smile.


    Su Guiren looked as if he was boiling with rage. He then straightened his collar, coolly walking away without another word, slamming the door behind him.


    Song Ren leaned against her desk, exhaling deeply. She was not sure how she going to get out of this situation, not while the Su''s were after Su Feng, and her father would disapprove of their engagement.


    Song Ren glanced at her engagement ring, the teardrop ring glimmering like sparkles, creating a rainbow against the peering sunlight from the window. She clutched her hand near her heart, hoping that she could be with Su Feng.


    --


    Qian Meigui had to meet with Su Feng privately, avoiding Song Ren and Song Rui; therefore, they settled to meet at Song Sheng''s apartment.


    Qian Meigui let Su Feng into the apartment where they went to the dining space to work on the legal proceedings he''s planning against Su Corporation.


    As they are working over the case, Qian Meigui asked him, "Why can''t we tell Ren again?" Su Feng then paused from his work. He picked up a marker, highlighting some parts of what he read. Without glancing up at her, he said, "Ren thinks it''s a risk against me if we go after Sun Group. If I ruin my father and half-brother, I could burn in the end too."


    Qian Meigui listened to him. She then placed a hand to her chin, thinking about the entire situation. Based on what they''ve been looking at, there wasn''t much. But then the idea hit her.


    "Su Feng," she called out. Su Feng paused and looked up at her. "Hm?" he asked.


    "I need you to do another audit for your company''s data and compare it to previous records. There may be some fraudulent activity that is subtle, but enough to prosecute your family when you combine them. But you can only do it if you''re willing."


    Su Feng thought momentarily before nodding, "all right," he said.


    Qian Meigui knew it was hard for him, but Su Feng worked so hard in the medicinal field that it would have been for nothing if his family revoked his position now. Moreover, his relationship with Song Ren will never be approved.


    While they were reading and typing away silently, Song Sheng arrived home from work. He came with takeout food in hand, knowing that he would have guests that night.


    Qian Meigui felt like greeting him enthusiastically, but she had to hold herself back. Even though Su Feng was going to be a part of the family soon, he has yet to know that she isn''t Song Sheng''s blood sister. But even if he were to know about their actual relations, no one could know about their relationship behind closed doors.


    Song Sheng approached the table, shaking Su Feng''s hand. He then came to ruffle Qian Meigui''s hair before sitting on the seat next to her.


    He handed the meals out before peacefully beginning to devour his. Su Feng stood up, excusing himself to use the restroom. When he left, Qian Meigui began to eat when Song Sheng leaned over, close to her ear, "Are you staying over tonight?" he asked in a deep, husky tone. Qian Meigui shivered, trembling with excitement, but she glanced around the room. It was dangerous whenever they were alone, and not the type of danger that would harm anyone, but the type that was heated, thrilling, and l.u.s.tful.


    Qian Meigui turned to face him, but her eyes couldn''t look into his, that was dangerous too. "Not tonight," she breathed. She could feel him watching her with a piercing gaze, but she had to try hard to prevent herself from caving in. "I have to go home tonight," she finished. Song Sheng nodded, understanding. He then dropped his hand underneath the table, brushing her fingers with his, teasing her.


    Su Feng returned from the restroom. He sat down and grabbed hold of his meal. They then all ate together.


    After the meal was over, Song Sheng cleaned up after them. He sat down next to her again and Qian Meigui felt warm. He could have been doing anything else, but instead, he sat with them, helping. Song Sheng used to be the former heir of Song Pharmaceuticals; therefore, it was no surprise that he knew what to look for.


    During the session, Song Sheng would occasionally find something and pass it to her, asking what she thought of his findings. She would then respond to him.


    Su Feng wondered why Song Sheng had volunteered to help. When he glanced up at Song Sheng and Qian Meigui, it surprised him how close they were. Despite his closeness with Su Yuying, it paled in comparison to Song Sheng and his sister. They both spoke to each other with smiles, and they teased playfully; it puzzled him. Song Sheng never behaved like that around Song Ren from what he''d remember. But then perhaps, he was the type to dote on Qian Meigui because she was more delicate and charming. So, Su Feng dismissed any of the curiosity. But as the night went on, he wondered why he felt like he was interrupting something?


    Qian Meigui had to ask Song Sheng to get them some snacks because he was not behaving appropriately. He returned, and afterwards, Song Sheng went to the living room to work on his projects.


    As the night came, Su Feng went home. Soon after, Qian Meigui had to leave too. Song Sheng escorted her to the door. But just as she was about to leave, he pinned her against the door, planting a swift, deep kiss on her lips. It startled her, but she soon opened her mouth, welcoming him. After a few minutes, their lips parted, but he kept his hands on her face, appreciating the sight of her.


    He then bent down, whispering in her ear, "You''re torturing me," he said to her. Qian Meigui''s lips curled. She knew what he meant. "Soon," she whispered against his neck, promising him. Truthfully, she wanted him badly, but she was too stressed and too tired from work.


    He then embraced her, cradling her head against his chest, "Take your time. I will wait for you," he said. Qian Meigui smiled, reaching up to peck him on the lips, before leaving quickly. It surprised Song Sheng that it left him dazed. His lips then curled into a smile.

 Chapter 78 - Happiness

    Weeks passed.


    Song Sheng went to his department, where he held executive meetings with other members of the board. He had been working collaboratively with his grandfather, the chairman. Lately, the chairman had been making him work over hours, more than his cousins, the president''s sons, which is not unusual since he''s Song Rui''s son.


    It kept him away from Qian Meigui, but they kept in contact, sneaking out during the late nights to go on dates; occasionally, she slept over, but she was running out of excuses as to why she can''t make it home. But they called each other every afternoon, whether he was in the middle of work, or whether she was at school or the library; they always made time to talk to each other.


    Song Sheng planned to visit Song Mansion, but it''s difficult since he''s avoiding his father, as they are not in the best of terms since his withdrawal from his company.


    Whenever Qian Meigui would call him, or send him messages with pictures of things she''d seen or bought and videos of her recollecting about her day, it made him happy.


    He remembered when he would have harboured his feelings for her and never confessed at all. For a long time, he thought he instead would have been alone for the rest of his life if it meant that he would keep his feelings for her as a secret. But when she was with Zhong Liu, he couldn''t take it, the pain, the idea that he would have to dance with her on her wedding day as her brother, not as her husband, sending her off to another''s man''s arms.


    But early on, she showed some interest in him, which initially surprised him. She didn''t reject him when they first kissed, but he thought that maybe she was confused because she had never been with another man before. Now, he knew. She loved him too.


    The relationship between them wasn''t wrong, wasn''t immoral; it was that no one knew about her past and his father ensured that he buried Qian Meigui''s name and that she only existed as Song Mei now. But for what purpose? Was there something she knew that others didn''t? It still puzzled him.


    If he had to be considered single in the public eye for the rest of his life, he''d do it, to be with Qian Meigui. But a part of him felt guilty for confessing his feelings for her. Because what if there is a day when she wants to get married and have children? But there was no way of doing it without putting her in harm''s way, without exposing her as Qian Meigui.


    At the thought, he felt troubled.


    Song Sheng arrived at his apartment, opening the door. The lights were already on, a sweet aroma filling the room ¡ª hurried footsteps approaching the door. Qian Meigui was in front of him, flushed, smiling. Her brown hair was tied up, loosely over her shoulder. She wore an apron that had dried food stains. "You''re back," she says with a broad gleaming smile.


    Song Sheng smiled back at her. She then approached him, wrapping her arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. Qian Meigui glanced up at him with her sheepish smile. She attempted to reach up for a kiss but pouted as she wasn''t tall enough to reach his lips. Song Sheng chuckled, picking her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.


    Qian Meigui smiled at him, satisfied, as they were now head to head, face to face. She hanged her arms loosely around his neck, approaching his lips with hers, closing the space between them. Song Sheng began to walk towards the couch with her, as she held onto him, kissing him on the lips, eagerly. The kiss was more than welcoming; it was inviting. But it was also because they hadn''t touched each other much these days, not with Song Rui keeping tabs on her, not without people being suspicious. Some siblings can be close, but not that close.


    Song Sheng leaned over the couch, gently dropping her against the cushions. Her arms and legs still wrapped around him like a sloth, unwilling to let go. This woman was oblivious as to what she was doing to him. But he remained gentle, not pushing her forward.


    She let him lay on her body, kissing him slowly, so torturously slow that Song Sheng wondered how he mustered enough self-control. They stopped, when Song Sheng realized she needed to breathe, he did too, but he could have kept going. Her eyes were glazed; her panting breath caressed his skin. Qian Meigui looked at him with her lips parted, showing her longing and desire, an expression he''d never seen before until he confessed to her.


    "Well, that was welcoming," he said to her breathlessly. She smiled at him, knowingly. Qian Meigui then sat up as he rose. She moved to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around him, "I missed you," she said, resting her face on his shoulder, under the crook of his neck. "It''s only been a few days," he responded. Qian Meigui turned up to face him, her cheeks puffed, her eyebrows knitted, showing that the distance affected her. It affected him too. The couch they sat on was also the place they shared their first kiss, and now it''s been a month since they became an official couple, time flew by when people felt nothing but utter bliss.


    He would do anything for her. They could keep their relationship a secret, as long as she wanted to. If she wished to break up with him later on, then he would be willing to let go, as long as she was happy, even if it hurt him.


    But right now, at this moment, it was just the two of them, in each other''s company.


    The sound of the oven''s timer buzzed. Qian Meigui jumped off his lap, running towards the kitchen, removing the food from the stove.


    Song Sheng watched Qian Meigui prepare the food from the couch, with complete concentration. He wondered how long will their happiness last.

 Chapter 79 - Marriage Meeting (1)

    Song Ren was reviewing the labs within her company building wearing a lab coat and goggles, when Yang Minzhe stepped to her side suddenly, wearing protective gear.


    "What is it?" she asked him in a whisper. She didn''t want to distract the employees with their conversation, so they stepped into a corner. Yang Minzhe appeared to be worried. "Your father. He''s here and wants to see you," he said.


    Song Ren clenched her fingers around her clipboard. She nodded, trying to register what may come. "All right," she began, "but he has to wait for me. The company comes first, and he came without notice." Yang Minzhe hesitated because he was the one who was going to relay the message. He then scurried away from the lab, heading towards the primary office.


    Song Ren proceeded to work, clipboard in hand, though, it was difficult to concentrate.


    After she finished, a few hours passed. She returned to her office, but Song Rui was not waiting there. A CEO would never wait for anyone.


    Song Ren stepped into her office, paging Yang Minzhe to escort her father into the room. Shortly, Song Rui came in with Yang Minzhe, before her secretary excused himself quickly.


    Song Ren gestured her father to take a seat in the chair in front of her desk. But, she didn''t sit in her chair, as she didn''t want to act like she was above him. Song Ren wasn''t. She always respected her father since she was a child, wanting to be like him, but now, things were different; she changed.


    Song Ren leaned back to sit against her desk, folding her arms underneath her chest. She hadn''t seen him a while, and up close, his black hair was beginning to pepper with grey, silver streaks. His face worn, but still tight, despite his age. He had no laugh lines, no wrinkles. His gold-flecked eyes dimmed to a caramel brown.


    Song Ren wasn''t sure what to say. "How was your visit to the company?" she began. Song Rui looked at her, calm and reserved. "It''s steady, some improvements, but I would say the risks you''re taking are rather amateur." Song Ren tried to maintain composure; she knew her father would critique her work; it''s been like that for years.


    "Is there a reason you want to see me?" she asked.


    "You haven''t been home," he began deeply, "Are you still seeing that boy?" he asked.


    Song Ren wasn''t the type to lie. "Yes," she said.


    Her father thought for a moment, "I see," he began. "Then I think it''s time to make new arrangements for the company''s leadership and management."


    "What?" she questioned, her eyes flashed surprised.


    "I don''t think that you longer qualify as president or heir," Song Rui told her with an eery calmness.


    "Then who would take my place?" she retorted, angrily.


    "Jun," he said.


    "He''s only eighteen," Song Ren''s voice rose, "He won''t know what to do. Plus his interests are still diverted. He may not even want a company position anymore."


    "He will learn," Song Rui responded. "Just as you did."


    Song Ren thought for a moment. "What do you want?" she asked.


    "Mhm?" Song Rui questioned, slightly smug. Song Ren rolled her eyes, "Out with it, dad."


    Song Rui looked at her as if he was going to win. "I want you to attend a marriage meeting."


    "What?" Song Ren went rigid.


    "You will attend the marriage meeting in a couple of days, or lose your position," he threatened. Song Ren tightened her hands around the edges of the desk, digging her fingernails into the wood.


    "With who?" she asked.


    "You''ll meet him soon, and he''s better than the Su Feng." He spoke as if he knew it all. Song Ren gritted her teeth. Before she could kick him out, Song Rui rose, straightening his jacket. Without saying good-bye, he left the room.


    Song Ren exhaled deeply.


    --


    "You should go," Su Feng said to Song Ren over dinner. When she arrived at his house, she told him everything about seeing her father, about the marriage meeting. She only told him because she wasn''t planning on going.


    "Why?" she asked him, puzzled.


    "I think you should broaden your options," he said jokingly, but she wasn''t in the mood for humour.


    "No," she said.


    "Ren," he called out to her softly. He wore a sad smile on his face. His golden blonde hair neatly combed to the side of his head; he looked devastatingly handsome. "You should do as your father wishes, at least for now." Song Ren''s lips parted at what he said. She felt defeated.


    "I will sabotage it," she began, "I''ll make sure he doesn''t like me." Su Feng smiled grimly at her, taking her word for it, but he was still sad.


    After dinner, they went to bed together, just going to sleep. Some nights they made love, other''s they just slept peacefully, as much as they can try. Song Rui weighed heavily on their relationship. She only wished her father was more accepting. Song Ren held onto him, with her long black hair framing her as she looked into Su Feng''s eyes. His ice-blue eyes resembled a storm, sullen and grey.


    --


    The next morning, Song Ren went to search for Qian Meigui, by showing up at Song Mansion. She went to find Song Jun and Song Jinyi playing video games. "Where is Mei?" Song Ren asked them. The twins shrugged at the same time; their gazes remained on the television screen.


    Feeling defeated, she went to her room, running into her mother. "Mom," she called out softly. Yang Rei face her. Her hair was still black, no silver yet, and her eyes were a deep rich brown.


    Yang Rei couldn''t meet her eyes; she felt guilty. "Can you help me?" Song Ren asked her mother. "I''m sorry," she began. Song Ren''s shoulders slumped. "I''m sorry that your father is making you go through this," she continued. Yang Rei grabbed hold of her fingertips, looking into her golden-brown eyes. "He''s stubborn. But he''s trying to look out for you, for everyone in our family. Including Mei," she said with a sad smile.


    A tear slipped from Song Ren''s eyes, but her face didn''t twist, it remained defiant. "I love you and father. But I can''t take it. It makes me unhappy that I can be with Su Feng," she said.


    Yang Rei looked down. "Go to the meeting," she said. "Make sure the man you''re meeting does not take any interest in you. Observe him. The best way to break a marriage meeting is to ensure that the other man has no desire to marry you," she advised, her eyes full of warmth.


    "How did you agree to marry dad, when your families arranged it?" she asked. Yang Rei smiled, "I fell in love with him," she said. "Just as you did with Su Feng," she held the tip of Song Ren''s fingers tightly, before letting go and walking away, without saying another word.


    Song Ren''s heavy heart softened. She was determined that whoever this man was, she would convince him not to take her.

 Chapter 80 - Marriage Meeting (2)

    Two days later.


    Song Ren went to the marriage meeting. She was to meet the mysterious man at his home. When she arrived, his house was thrice the size of her family home. It stunned her.


    She took a deep breath as she walked towards the entrance. She told security her name, and they let her in.


    Inside the house, she was lead by the servants to a large room. There was a grandfather clock in the lounge. She looked around the room. Whoever this man was, he wasn''t simple.


    Song Ren was spying around the room when she heard someone approaching. She quickly took a seat, straightening her back. The man walked in. Her jaw nearly dropped.


    It was Long Huojin.


    He wore casual clothing, black pants and a white shirt. His black hair tousled to the side, and his sapphire eyes narrowed to look at her. He looked pissed.


    Song Ren was stunned, not because of his handsome features, but because she wondered how her father managed to arrange this meeting? Judging by his face, he probably didn''t know about the meeting at all.


    Song Ren bowed. He was probably the wealthiest heir in the country, outranking every man she ever knew. Long Houjin did not return the sentiment. His face looked slightly annoyed. His hand''s were in his pockets; he stood tall, his face was beautiful; she had to admit. But he wasn''t her type; he wasn''t Su Feng.


    "Hello," she said to him.


    Long Houjin''s face was hard and tight. "I''m sorry," he began deeply. "I didn''t know that you were coming. Otherwise, I would have told you not to come at all." Song Ren was slightly shocked but happy at the same time. Noticing her shock, he continued. "Sorry. I just don''t want to get married, and certainly not to you," he said bluntly.


    For some reason, Song Ren liked this man, because he reminded her of someone she knew. She smiled, "Not at all. In fact, I''m only here because my father forced me. Otherwise, I would be marrying the man I love by now." Long Huojin''s eyes slightly widened, a smile bloomed into his face. "So you don''t want to marry me?" he asked her for reassurance. "Nope," Song Ren responded back with a slight smile.


    Long Houjin smiled back, genuinely, not sly or mischievous. He then took a seat on the armchair. "Your father forced you?" he asked her. She nodded. "Would you mind telling me why?" he asked, curiously. And Song Ren told him everything. He listened to her diligently, understanding, as she spoke.


    After she finished, Long Houjin said, "I don''t want to marry anyone. And I turn every woman away because they want something from me." He paused to think. After a moment, he continued, "Let''s pretend," he said.


    "What?" she questioned.


    "Let''s pretend we''re engaged. Until we figure things out," Long Houjin proposed. "That way, both our father''s will stop bugging us. When we both want something different."


    Song Ren looked at him puzzled, "And what do you want?" she asked him curiously. Long Huojin paused. He was not meeting her eyes. He seemed to have thought, carefully, before he said, "I just don''t want to marry anyone," he dismissed. She wondered if Long Huojin had someone in mind, someone else, that he did not want to admit.


    "All right," she said. "We''ll pretend for now." She then rose. Long Huojin mimicked her movement. They both shook hands, "Thank you, Mr. Long," she said. Long Huojin smiled, "It was nice to meet you, Song Ren," he said gently. And Song Ren then figured him out.


    Long Huojin seemed to be cold and dismissive, but once you show no ulterior motives, he was kind and gentle. Perhaps being considered a prince by most of his fans, Long Huojin didn''t like the attention. But he was a man that was worth befriending. She was glad they were on the same page.


    Song Ren went called Qian Meigui and asked her to visit Su Feng''s home. When Qian Meigui arrived, she was stunned by the beautiful furnishing of his house. She welcomed her sister in, they both ate and drank, catching up about their days. Qian Meigui mentioned that nothing much has been happening in her life between school and working on the side.


    Song Ren then caught her up on everything about what''s happening between Song Rui and the marriage meeting.


    "Long Huojin doesn''t want to marry me," Song Ren said, happily. Qian Meigui looked at her, but she wasn''t surprised. "Perhaps, you should marry him, instead." Qian Meigui glanced at her, pretending to smile. "He wouldn''t be interested in me," she responded.


    Song Ren''s eyebrows knitted. "Any man would be interested in you," she began. "Have more confidence in yourself," she said. Song Ren doesn''t know that Qian Meigui was already in a relationship, and she was afraid to tell her. Would Song Ren approve? Or would she think it was disgusting because they always considered each other as sisters, despite not being blood-related?


    "I don''t want him," Qian Meigui told her. Song Ren was eating when she glanced up at her, "Fine. I was only teasing. He seemed like a decent man, and you haven''t met anyone yet," she said.


    Qian Meigui exhaled. "Ren, I want to marry for love, like you," she said.


    Song Ren paused her eating to look at her. "All right," she said. "When you fall in love, let me know right away. I want to meet him and scare him a bit," she winked. Qian Meigui smiled grimly at her. She wondered if Song Ren knew that her boyfriend was Song Sheng, would she disapprove? Would she hate her?


    After dinner, Qian Meigui went to Song Sheng''s apartment, feeling the gloom. She decided to work on her case and he worked across her on his projects. They both respected each other''s work and whenever they finished. She would join him in bed. But she wouldn''t sleep, as she would have to go home. She would often wait for him to fall asleep, then she would kiss him softly, deep, before she slips out of his apartment to go home. She contemplated. What would happen if she told the world, she was Qian Meigui?

 Chapter 81 - What If

    It was the anniversary of Qian Meigui''s parent''s deaths. And like every year, remembering them on this day, it was difficult for her. She remembered the months that followed after they died, she wouldn''t sleep, and when she did, Qian Meigui would scream because of her nightmare''s. Song Sheng was the one who slept on the armchair next to her bed for weeks, waiting until she fell asleep ¡ª waiting to hold her hand if she needed it.


    During the nights when he was abroad, she found herself stretching out, reaching out for him, but all she felt was the cold air and not the warmth of his hand.


    Song Sheng visited the graves with her every year, except for the two when he was out of the country.


    Qian Meigui dressed in black, preparing her makeup when she felt unmotivated to leave her room. Feeling the pain again, she crouched down, arms folded over her legs, by the bedside on the floor. She heard a knock, but she did not say a word. She looked at the wall, dazed.


    She heard someone open the door, closing it shut, approaching her. Song Sheng crouched down, sitting next to her. Without saying a word, he, too, began to stare at the wall.


    Despite her mood, Qian Meigui couldn''t help but curl her lips. Song Sheng was the person who understood her the most. She hated apologies and condolences; she hated when people asked her if she was all right because she wasn''t. It was obvious. But he sat next to her, silently, waiting for her until she was ready.


    Qian Meigui moved her hand over, to grasp his; Song Sheng was warm. He then looked at her, smiling slightly. She couldn''t help it. Qian Meigui moved over, leaning against his shoulder. He tightened his grip on her hand. He turned his head to kiss her on her forehead, granting her a reassuring touch.


    After a few moments, Qian Meigui gathered herself. She slowly rose from the floor, and Song Sheng followed her movements, towering her once again.


    "I thought you would be waiting outside for me," she asked with a slight choked-up tone.


    Song Sheng placed a hand in her hair, caressing it. "I know this day is always the hardest for you," he said with sad, gentle eyes. Qian Meigui wondered why the world worked in such mysterious ways. When her parent''s died, she felt like she lost everything and that there was no point for her to continue to exist. But Song Sheng greeted her with opened arms, then his siblings. It took a while for Yang Rei to accept her, but eventually, she came around and treated her like a daughter as well. She was alone, but then she wasn''t because of the Song family.


    Qian Meigui wondered if her parents didn''t die, would she still meet Song Sheng? Would they ever cross paths? She''d like to hope so.


    She imagined her parent''s alive. That one day, when she was old enough, she would meet the Song family during a party or an event. Song Sheng would catch her eye, but he wouldn''t be looking at her. But then her father would introduce her to him; he still wouldn''t look at her, wouldn''t be interested because he was older, because he was handsome and many women pined after the young man with the black hair and gold-flecked eyes.


    But later, she would keep meeting him at more family-friend events. But then she would stop going because life got too busy as a teenager. But once she was an a.d.u.l.t, a grown woman, she would catch his eye. And this time, it would be him who doesn''t look away. He would ask Song Ren to remind him about who she was. Song Ren would then tease him about his atrocious memory and about his sudden interest in a girl.


    The two of them would gravitate like magnets, stealing glances, meeting eyes but looking away quickly because it was embarrassing. But then Song Sheng would invite her to dance, and she would shyly accept. People would gasp because Song Sheng was not the type to dance publicly or pursue a woman. But that night would be unforgettable to both of them.


    Then their lives would get busy again, not seeing each other much. Then one day, her father asks her to go to a marriage meeting with the son of a good friend. She says no, but her father would encourage her to do so. She goes, reluctantly, but then it''s him she''s meeting. Song Sheng. And he''s surprised to see her too. But they would meet and talk, and the rest would be history.


    But Qian Meigui did not like to dwell on the What If''s.


    Song Sheng was here, in front of her, with her now. Song Sheng let go of her because they had to get through the house without holding hands or showing any affection.


    He placed his hands in the pockets of his long black coat, walking ahead of her. She descended the stairs behind him, passing by Song Rui and Yang Rei, who was in the study room, the door wide open. Song Sheng strode quickly, trying to avoid his parent''s. His face masked with taut reserve.


    Qian Meigui exhaled deeply. She wasn''t angry or annoyed, but she wished they got along. Song Sheng and Song Ren were lucky to have a big, full family, and yet they weren''t on the best terms with their father.


    Once they exited the house, Song Sheng began to walk slower so that she could catch up. He leads her to the car, opening the car door for her. As she entered, he fastened her seatbelt for her.


    Song Sheng drove, keeping one hand on the wheel, and his free hand clasped around hers. They drove silently on the way.


    Like every time, her heart often felt heavy whenever she saw the cemetery. Song Sheng opened the car door for her.


    He kept a hand on her back as they walked while Qian Meigui held her hands together, because of how sad she felt.


    When they approached the graves, her parent''s were resting next to each other. Qian Meigui looked at the names, dazed: QIAN SHANYUAN and QIAN AIGUO.


    Qian Meigui stared at the names, lost in space. After a few moments, she turned to face Sheng whose eyes were closed, praying. He always prayed for them; nothing''s changed.


    She exhaled deeply, thanking them for being good parent''s, for being there for her since birth, even if their time together was cut short. Song Sheng reached out to hold her hand. Qian Meigui also thanked her parent''s for placing her into the care of the Song family. She couldn''t imagine herself with anyone else. They treated her well.


    Without them, she wouldn''t realize how amazing each one of them was: Song Ren was brilliant and tough; Song Jinyi was cheerful and vibrant; Song Jun was shy but resourceful; Song Sheng was everything she hoped him to be. He was reserved but kind; he was there for people whenever they needed it most. He was her lover.


    Although her parents weren''t with her now, she knew they would have liked him.


    Holding his hand, she walked away with him after paying their final respects. She looked at the man next to her, and she smiled. All these years, she felt like she never deserved happiness, because they were gone, but she was still here. But now, she realized she did deserve happiness, and it was being with him. With Song Sheng, she felt like she was at home.

 Chapter 82 - Love and Death

    Every time they were together, it always had to be at night. And on some nights, Qian Meigui would be distant. Song Sheng figured it wasn''t because she was having doubts about their relationship, but because she was feeling guilty. They kept it a secret behind their family''s backs, and it was difficult to express themselves around in public.


    They would see people on the streets, during the day, displaying their affection for many others to see, not giving a damn about who was watching. But with them, it was different. They had to take steps apart, keep their distance with a wide gap, no matter how much they craved each other''s touch.


    It hurt him to see her sad. But whenever Qian Meigui turned to him, she would flash a cheerful smile, not telling him how she truly felt ¡ª not revealing any of the pain she shouldered and endured.


    As they took a stroll through the quiet spaces of a festival¡ªa place they decided to stop by, but didn''t plan to attend¡ªSong Sheng bought her food because he knew it would cheer her up. She quickly ate her meal, and her tense expression softened.


    Afterwards, they decided to sit on top of a hill, overlooking the festivities and all the people that filled the streets.


    Amid their gazing. Song Sheng called out to her, "Mei." She turned to face him, but she wasn''t smiling.


    "Can I tell you something?" he asked her. Qian Meigui''s lips curled. "Anything," she responded.


    "I want you to know that I don''t have any regrets because I love you," Song Sheng admitted. "If I had to pretend to be single for the rest of my life, I would, if that''s what it takes being with you, Mei."


    Qian Meigui looked at him with shock, her mouth slightly opened. Relief flooded her eyes. Perhaps, she was worried about what he thought.


    She leaned over his shoulder, watching the families below. "To be honest, I don''t care if we keep us a secret. But I can''t help but feel anxious about our family. What if they found out?" She asked.


    There it was, Song Sheng thought. She was afraid of losing her family when she already lost one. Song Sheng realized he was selfish. Qian Meigui cared about them. Regardless if they were lovers, they were still family with Song Ren, the twins, Song Rui and Yang Rei, even Yang Minzhe and all the rest.


    "They might understand," he said at last. But she didn''t feel reassured.


    Song Sheng invited her to stay at his apartment for the night. He waited until she fell asleep deeply in his arms to leave.


    It was midnight when he went to Song Mansion.


    In the study room, Song Rui was still awake. He rarely slept. He was wearing glasses, sitting on his chair, startled by Song Sheng''s sudden arrival.


    Skipping the greetings and formalities, Song Sheng went straight to it.


    "What happened to Mei''s parents?" he asked him.


    Song Rui''s reserved face softened into something grim and heavy as if he carried many grievances. He removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Song Rui exhaled deeply. For once in a long time, he looked like a father.


    And so Song Rui leaned back on his chair and told Song Sheng everything.


    "Qian Shanyuan, Mei''s father, was a good friend of mine. A best friend. A great lawyer. But his wife, Aiguo, was a genius in the field of medicine, like me. Those two met because of me. I worked with Aiguo in the field while Shanyuan was my childhood friend. When they met, they clicked instantly. Later, I was the best man at their wedding, and when Qian Meigui was born; they made me her guardian if anything were to happen to them. Of course, at the time, nothing was wrong. Nothing was out of sorts," Song Rui paused.


    "But then they began to become distant. It was difficult to see Shanyuan and Aiguo; they wouldn''t contact me back whenever I tried. They then began to send me cryptic emails under different aliases and names. I tried to decipher them, but it was difficult; I was not good at code. But I asked a friend to help me, and he did." Song Rui rose from his chair to walk towards the window, looking out at night.


    "I knew Qian Aiguo was developing a new drug that had the potential to save many people''s lives. Shanyuan and I were very proud of her. Because she was my subordinate, not many people knew who she was, and under my name, we would bring this drug to our shelves. I gave her all the credit, but it was my mistake for announcing it too soon." Song Rui glanced at Song Sheng gravely.


    "Many people weren''t happy. Other companies weren''t happy. If she developed it, then it would bring many corporations in debt, or out of business because Qian Aiguo was developing cures, not medicine. And once people cure their diseases, they no longer need to buy countless boxes or bottles of medicines, nor they need intense treatments. In the end, many companies are motivated by the interest of money and not the people. Which is why I raised you guys to consider the people of China and not yourselves."


    Song Sheng listened to him carefully. "What does this have to with Mei?" he asked him curiously.


    Song Rui exhaled deeply again. His voice tightened. "She was there when her parent''s died. She saw who killed them. She told me what happened. Claimed that the people who killed them staged it as an accident. Whoever they are, are people that are even bigger than me. They hired trained killers. They staged everything," his voice rose.


    Song Rui still seemed to be grieving his friends. "Xiao Mei doesn''t know who they are, but she knows what they look like. And all this time, she has been looking for them. For the names of those faces."


    "But how did she survive then?" Song Sheng asked his father.


    Song Rui chuckled coldly. "You should have seen it. Poor girl, she drenched herself in their blood, pretending she was dead. But I don''t think it was her idea. I think it was her mother''s idea." His father then retook his seat. "You see, I feel guilty. For a long time, I felt like it was my fault. So when they died, I knew I was her legal guardian so I couldn''t abandon her. Even if she reminded me of them."


    Song Sheng tried to keep his composure, the horror she''s been through, and yet he felt terrible for not being there the day of the ''accident.'' It had been days after that he met her.


    Finally, he asked him a question he''s asked many times before but has never been given a definite answer. "Is she in danger?" Song Sheng asked.


    Song Rui looked grim. "I hope not," he began. "But these people don''t know she''s alive. But they know her name. That''s the difference between the game Qian Meigui has been playing. I''m sure she''s keeping you in the dark about it."


    Song Sheng sighed. He knew that Qian Meigui was always smart, but her most strategic tactic was pretending she wasn''t. But Song Sheng knew that; he wasn''t surprised. He also knew that she kept things from him, but he never wanted her to feel obligated to tell him. And he knew that she did not want to worry him.


    "So, Mei knows what they look like?" he asked his father.


    Song Rui nodded.


    Song Sheng now understood. If Qian Meigui can identify them to the police, the ones behind them, whether it was some massive corporation or mafia, would be after her.


    "Wouldn''t they check if she was dead, based on their graves?" Song Sheng blurted out.


    "They are buried in the same graveyard as most of the Song family. No one is allowed unless they are escorted in by a Song family member," Song Rui reminded him.


    Song Rui stood up once more. He poured himself a drink of scotch and passed one to Song Sheng. They both downed it instantly.


    "I know that you''re seeing Mei," Song Rui blurted out. Song Sheng stilled. "Romantically. That is."

 Chapter 83 - Reveal and Release

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    "I know that you''re seeing Mei," he revealed. Song Sheng stilled. "Romantically. That is."


    Song Sheng couldn''t deny the accusation, but he wasn''t sure what to say either. He froze.


    "I don''t disapprove," Song Rui began. "Don''t think that I hadn''t noticed when you two were younger that you stuck to each other like tree sap." Song Sheng''s eyes widened, his lips parted.


    "You don''t disapprove?" he questioned, unbelieving.


    Song Rui shook his head. "No, if her parents were still alive. We would have probably set you two together," he admitted. Song Sheng couldn''t believe what his father was saying.


    "I''m sorry you two can''t be together so openly. I didn''t expect you two to fall in love when she joined the family," Song Rui continued.


    Song Sheng was puzzled. "You can''t help us?" he asked. Song Rui shook his head. "I don''t want to make the same mistake again if anything happens to her. You''re on your own," he finished.


    "But you still approve of us together?" Song Sheng asked him.


    Song Rui shrugged. "It was once a dream of ours, I will admit. But, in the end, it''s her happiness that you need to consider."


    Song Sheng nodded. "But I can make her happy," he proclaimed.


    Song Rui smiled. "I do not doubt that." Song Sheng rose from his seat; he bowed to his father. "Thank you."


    Song Rui took out a cigar, placed it in his mouth, lighting. "Don''t thank me," he began, "Just keep her safe."


    Song Sheng nodded, "I will."


    When Song Sheng went back to his apartment; he still found Qian Meigui fast asleep, sprawled on his bed. Her hair curtained her delicate figure. She looked peaceful, and he wondered, if he told her that Song Rui approves of them would she be happy? But then that may encourage her to reveal her identity, and he wouldn''t know what to do if he lost her.


    Song Sheng approached the balcony of his apartment to have a cigarette. He lit the stick, inhaling a drag. As he blew out the smoke, he heard Qian Meigui call out to him, "Sheng?"


    He turned to face her. She was rubbing her tired eyes, only wearing a long t-shirt over that ended at her thighs; her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, curving over the point of her b.r.e.a.s.ts.


    "What''s wrong?" she asked.


    "I went to speak to my father," he began. "He knows."


    Qian Meigui stilled. "Knows what?" she asked with her voice slightly afraid.


    "He knows we''re together." She took a step forward. "And what did he say?"


    Song Sheng exhaled. "He said he doesn''t disapprove." Qian Meigui clutched a hand at her chest, sighing in relief. "But he doesn''t approve either," Song Sheng finished.


    "Is that why you are smoking?" she asked him with a tired voice. She approached him closely. "Mhm," he responded. Qian Meigui reached the rails of the balcony; she tilted her head to face him.


    She pushed the strands of his hair over to the side so that she could see a better view of his eyes. She stared at him. Song Sheng inhaled another drag of smoke when their eyes met. She smiled, looking happy.


    "Why are you staring?" he asked her curiously, though, he didn''t mind it.


    "Did you know you look handsome whenever you smoke?" she responded.


    Song Sheng exhaled the white smoke into the air. "Do I?" he asked, his voice low and husky.


    "Mhm," she began. "But it''s not good for you. I don''t want you to do it a lot."


    Song Sheng chuckled. "Then when should I?" he asked her as he placed the cigarette bud in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed as he took another drag.


    Qian Meigui shivered. It was hard for her to resist the deepness of his tone, the playfulness, the seduction. She flushed, approaching closely once more until there was little space between them. "Only when I am around," she breathed.


    Song Sheng breathed the smoke out once more, throwing the bud onto the balcony floor. He swiftly grabbed hold of her waist, picking her up so that she could wrap herself around his body.


    "I love you," Song Sheng confessed again. They only looked at each other, as he carried her back to his bed.


    When they reached his mattress, he laid her down gently on the soft fabrics of his bedsheets. She kept looking straight at him, not peering away. She looked at him as she wasn''t afraid of anything, and yet fear was rooted in his heart; he feared the most. But he wanted the chance to taste her because fear often drives two people to express their deepest desires.


    Song Sheng leaned down to kiss Qian Meigui.


    Song Sheng tasted like cloves and mint, and he smelt like body wash with the subtle smell of smoke. Qian Meigui opened her mouth to welcome him, his lips invading hers, clashing tongues. He kissed her hurriedly, hungrily, as if he was afraid of something. Qian Meigui couldn''t pinpoint it. But she knew that he had a lot on his mind, and he needed release. She needed it too.


    Song Sheng began to snake his fingers from her thighs to the curve of her hip, all the way under her shirt to her soft, supple b.r.e.a.s.ts. He squeezed, teasing her. She gasped against his lips, her breathing shallowed. He kept kissing her, but it became gentle because he was multitasking between her lips and b.r.e.a.s.ts.


    She ground her body against his, closing the gap between them. He grunted against her lips. Song Sheng roamed his hands around her body, pushing her shirt above her chest. Qian Meigui felt embarrassed, but he looked at her with appreciation. She flushed.


    His hands sn.a.k.e.d back down to her inner thighs, testing her. But then he rose slightly, untying his necktie as he looked at her with a piercing, unwavering gaze. He then unbuttoned his white collared shirt, discarding it from his body, throwing it on the floor, revealing his hard muscles.


    Song Sheng returned to her inner thighs, spending time with them. He rubbed them, teasing her, and it made her core ache. She wondered how he was able to do that without touching the centre of her body.


    Qian Meigui glanced at the bulge of his pants, wanting to please him more, but his fingers suddenly felt the centre of her underwear. Her back arched suddenly at his touch. She looked up to see him; he appeared to be smug and satisfied by her reaction.


    Qian Meigui bit her lip in anticipation; her breathing deepened.


    Song Sheng kept his fingers over the fabric of her underwear as if to ask for permission. Qian Meigui nodded enthusiastically. He then smirked.


    Song Sheng bent over her, slipping her underwear off slowly. After he discarded it, he kneeled on the floor, spreading her legs apart. Qian Meigui flushed in embarrassment, but she wanted him more.


    Song Sheng hovered just below her waist, looking at her. Their eyes locked. His gaze was depthless, fathomless. He pushed her legs up to get a better view of her. She then gasped. But right after, he leaned in and began to feast on her.


    The first flicks of his tongue set her on fire, burning - scorching in pleasure.


    He sucked on the petals of her core, licking and sliding over with his tongue. He treated her like a full course meal, devouring and tasting - savouring. He kept going until she couldn''t tell if she was wet because of her secretions or because of his saliva. But regardless, she was flowing, and he was drowning himself in her.


    Qian Meigui m.o.a.ned as he ravished her until they parted. She thought he finished, so she tried to catch up with her breath. Song Sheng rose from the floor, towering her with his height as she remained laid down on the bed.


    Song Sheng''s gaze was predatory, hungry, and she couldn''t look away because, in his eyes, all she could see was her reflection. The only thing in his mind was her.


    Song Sheng rubbed her wet core, torturously, so torturously slow, until he slipped in a finger abruptly. He was testing it. Qian Meigui did not feel uncomfortable, but as he slid in another, she needed to adjust to him. Her breathing shallowed again.


    Song Sheng watched her reaction as he moved his middle finger and ring finger, in and outside of her. He moved slowly, gently at first, until it became rapid. Song Sheng fastened his movements as his two fingers entered and somewhat-exited out of her.


    He kept going, quickening his pace, thrusting. Qian Meigui''s climax quickly sn.a.k.e.d through her body, spraying her fluids on his fingers. She m.o.a.ned loudly, calling out his name at the same time.


    Her chest rose and fell from the activity as she tried to calm down once again. Song Sheng placed his fingers in his mouth, tasting her once more.


    Qian Meigui flushed. But Song Sheng then leaned over her body once more to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening it.


    They tumbled over the bedsheets, fighting for dominance. Qian Meigui then moved on top of him, settling herself below his waist, on his legs. He was sprawled on his back, staring at her, and she was suddenly shy again.


    But she reached down to unbuckle his pants as she could see his length bulging underneath his underwear. She reached under, pulling it over his remaining clothing, and it sprang free. Qian Meigui''s eyes widened. Song Sheng was huge.


    Song Sheng crossed his arms behind his head, waiting to see what she would do, grinning slightly. Qian Meigui looked away from embarrassment. She''s never done anything like this before.


    In her hand, she felt his member jolt, twitch. She then returned to see him, and he appeared to be pained. She tightened her grip to see how he would react by testing the waters. He groaned, his chest expanding. Qian Meigui wanted to see more of his expressions, so she placed her other hand over his c.o.c.k, twisting it, but not hurting him. He grunted in pleasure as a response.


    She quickened her movements until she reached down to take part of his member in her mouth; she couldn''t envelop all of him. But she twisted him as her hands moved up and down, along with her wet mouth.


    Song Sheng grabbed onto her hair, moving his h.i.p.s against her further into her mouth. Despite her throat beginning to hurt, she kept going, waiting until he spilled. Song Sheng grunted loud when he came in her mouth.


    Qian Meigui swallowed some of it. Her face twisting. "You taste awful," she said. Song Sheng chuckled. Still panting to regain his breath, he pulled her into his embrace. "You did well," he told her, caressing her head as she rested it on his chest.


    As she laid on him, she could see feel the quickness of his heartbeat. It was probably almost 3 A.M. Their heartbeats began to settle, as they began to drift into a slumber, half-n.a.k.e.d.


    They both never knew pleasure until that night, and it was only a fraction of what they could do.

 Chapter 84 - To Pretend

    Qian Meigui heard the dawn chorus of birds from outside Song Sheng''s apartment as she began to wake. She turned to face Song Sheng who was sleeping peacefully next to her. He revealed his broad abdomen and pectoral muscles that glowed with the sunrise. It felt surreal. Although they couldn''t finish last night, Qian Meigui did not doubt their passion for each other. It was gratifying, earth-shattering. She nudged into his embrace. And though he was fast asleep, he unconsciously enveloped her in his arms.


    After a few hours, Qian Meigui woke up when she felt Song Sheng pull her cheeks. She furrowed her brows, opening her eyes. Song Sheng was gazing at her intensely, before he smiled with gleaming white teeth, his cheek revealing a dimple. Qian Meigui stared at him dazed, reaching out to touch his face, meeting the sharpness of his jaw. She had never seen him so happy as she did now. It almost brought her to tears. Song Sheng approached her until they budded foreheads gently, closing their eyes, breathing in each other''s scent.


    "You''re father knows?" Qian Meigui opened her eyes, asking him, wanting reassurance. Last night was a haze of passion and exhaustion. She felt like she dreamt most of it.


    Song Sheng opened his eye to meet hers. "Mhm," he responded, though she still wasn''t sure how he felt. Why did Song Sheng appear so grim?


    "Why does your father approve of us?" she asked him.


    "He doesn''t entirely," Song Sheng began. "He says that there could have been a chance between us if the circ.u.mstances were different." Qian Meigui filled in the blanks for him. Song Rui and her father were best friends, no doubt they would have wanted their children to end up together. But the difference now was that Song Rui adopted her and Qian Shanyuan was dead.


    "What do we do now?" she asked him. Could they tell people? Could they be together in public? Song Sheng could tell her endless questions by her expressions. He then leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "We take one step at a time," he told her. Indeed. It was even painful for her to tell the others. What if Song Ren and the others reject them? Song Rui hasn''t given them his blessing, and they must keep the secret between them for now. It was still too early to tell.


    "All right," she said at last.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng both rose to do some work from home. What Qian Meigui enjoyed about working from her computer, similar to telecommunications, was to work on your own time. But she was only working for Su Feng temporarily. She didn''t feel like going home, because she liked to be where Song Sheng was.


    Qian Meigui glanced at Song Sheng who was typing away on his laptop speedily when she asked, "What are you doing this weekend?"


    "I''m going to my movie premiere''s advance screening," he responded casually.


    Qian Meigui nearly forgot. "Oh," she said.


    Song Sheng noticed her tone. He closed his laptop, peering at her. "I wish you could come," Song Sheng began. "With me," he finished. "But when the movie releases in the cinemas, we''ll go together."


    Qian Meigui smiled. She appeared to beam with happiness as if she had something to look forward to. She blissfully smiled to herself, "okay," she said as she returned to her work. Song Sheng nearly lost it. He realized how difficult it was to resist her. And now that they''ve taken the next steps, there was no turning back now. He no longer had doubts between them, and he knew that she loved him mutually.


    --


    Song Ren went to a charity event with Long Huojin. She felt like this was wrong; but, she had to face the challenges for now. Even Long Huojin felt uncomfortable as his face appeared to be tense the entire time. She sat next to him.


    Many rich elites and socialites attended the charity event, no less to flaunt their wealth. Long Huojin sat with his hands in his pockets and his long legs crossed underneath the table. His face was even more reserved than she''s ever expressed herself.


    The presenter of the charity began to auction off expensive items that were slightly cheaper than the ones they were going to present last. Nonetheless, Long Huojin kept buying everything. She stared at him, puzzled. Why would he need women''s jewelry and paintings that were not complex for her taste?


    After purchasing what seemed like dozen items without batting an eye, Song Ren observed and figured out a pattern. He was battling a man she did not know of. Every time that man offered a price. Long Huojin would try to beat him.


    What the hell? Song Ren thought.


    Later they began to eat silently when the man approached them with a woman beside him.


    "Hello," the man said to the two of them. Long Houjin did not say a word. He appeared to be staring at the woman next to him. His gaze was deep and focused, almost sincere. But the woman barely paid any attention to him. Feeling awkward, Song Ren stood up to shake the man''s hand. "Hello, I''m Song Ren." The man''s lips parted. "The president of Song Pharmaceuticals?" he questioned curiously. Song Ren nodded. "I''m Wang Weimin," he said in response.


    Song Ren tried to recall the Wang''s, but she wasn''t sure. It was a popular surname, she knew. The girl next to him smiled at her. She gently bowed to her, "Hello president Ren, I''m Xue Guangli."


    Xue Guangli appeared to be soft-spoken, delicate, and pretty. But underneath, she seemed like the type would had the heart of fire.


    Song Ren glanced at Long Huojin, who was still staring at Xue Guangli. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance," Song Ren responded to her.


    Afterwards, the couple left and walked further into the charity party, figuring how Long Huojin didn''t want to speak to them.


    "You have a crush on her," Song Ren blurted out. Long Huojin turned to her, flashing a dark look. Song Ren rolled her eyes, "Oh please; I know it once I see it," she began casually.


    Long Huojin reddened. "I do not," he denied it. Song Ren sighed. "Perhaps that''s why you want to pretend. Jealousy is it?" she asked him.


    Long Huojin kissed his teeth in annoyance. "I heard you are quite honest, president Ren."


    "Mhm," Song Ren responded. "But you certainly aren''t." She picked up a glass of wine and begun drinking it. Long Huojin then clicked his tongue and joined her by downing the glass. He appeared to be irritated, and it amused her. Knowing Long Huojin''s true motive made it a lot easier to pretend.

 Chapter 85 - Wondering

    Qian Meigui was working on finalizing some legal projects when she felt bored and decided to switch on the television. She flipped channels and found the one premiere of Song Sheng''s advance screening.


    They only showed celebrities attending the film, as it was one of the most anticipated of the year. It was also Song Sheng''s debut, and many people were excited to see his fresh face hit the cinemas.


    Qian Meigui beamed as he finally walked by, where the cameras flashed trying to capture an image of him. He looked handsome in his all-black suit, and she blushed to recall that she helped him dress in those clothes earlier that evening. He was smiling, revealing his dimpled grin. In all her life, it was rare for Song Sheng even to show his smile, and now it was all he could do.


    Song Sheng kept one hand in one of his pockets as he walked by the crowd waving at them. And they responded by calling out his name. Afterwards, the actress, Yu Qingge, stepped to his side.


    They both took pictures together, holding each other''s waists from various angles. His face went from soft to straight reserve when the cameramen flashed pictures of him with Yu Qingge. Qian Meigui chuckled.


    She knew he didn''t want to give the media the wrong idea, and that made her happy. Song Sheng was considerate of her, and she felt lucky. He was indeed hers. She then began to think about something that happened years ago.


    -- Three Years Ago --


    Song Rui and Yang Rei always liked to travel, while the twins often went on trips with their school mates to attend gaming competitions. Song Ren came in and out of the house when she studied hard for school, leaving Song Sheng and Qian Meigui alone most of the time in their large home.


    Often they would pass each other in the halls of the house casually. It was only during the evenings did they decide to hang out because they were bored and alone after a busy day.


    They spent most nights binge watching movies, going to eat at new places, trying fresh foods. They spent more time with each other than they did with anyone else. Some days Qian Meigui would be reading a magazine on the sofa, or she would be watching reality shows, and Song Sheng would walk by the living space to tease her.


    One day, Qian Meigui tried to tan by the pool when Song Sheng decided to go for a swim. He purposely dove in to splash water at her, soaking her thoroughly. When she expressed her anger, Song Sheng chuckled.


    He then came out of the pool to block the sun from her face with his gleaming wet body. Her heart skipped a beat, but she was still slightly annoyed with him. She knitted her brows, folding her arms below her chest, shooing him away with the wave of her hand.


    But all Song Sheng did was shoot her a sly grin before picking her up from the pool chair. He then threw her into the water and jumped in afterwards.


    Qian Meigui rose from below the water, catching her breath. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders straight from being wet. Qian Meigui''s face flushed red from the slight burn of the heat, and the sunlight formed a halo around her body.


    She clenched her teeth, bitterly for what he''s done to her. She swam up to him, pounding his chest furiously, expressing her anger. Song Sheng''s throat bobbed. He wondered why this sight was painful to look away. What in the hell was happening to him?


    After a while, Qian Meigui began to pant breathlessly. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Are you even treading?" Song Sheng chuckled, "No," he began. "I''m tall. I don''t need to tread the water."


    Qian Meigui gritted her teeth. "I''ve been treading water this entire time!" she exclaimed furiously. She then swam to the corner of the pool, trying to regain her breath. Song Sheng felt weird as he couldn''t peel his eyes away from her, not once this entire time.


    As her breathing calmed, her eyes rose and met his. Song Sheng''s gaze was focused and unwavering. The two of them stared at each other on opposite ends, not knowing what knowing whether the quick beats of their hearts were from exhaustion or something else entirely. They were that oblivious.


    Song Sheng swam towards her. He then stood in front of her. Although the pool was deep, he still towered her steadily. Qian Meigui felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest, and she had to look away because she wasn''t sure why.


    Every time he inched toward her, it caused her brain to scatter and melt entirely. But as he came, he began to splash water at her, and they two began to spray each other, laughing until Qian Meigui climbed on him trying to pull him underneath.


    To get her revenge, she had to push him down from his head, but instead, she ended up gripping his shoulders to steady herself from falling deep into the water. She then subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist.


    She knew how to swim, but she wasn''t tall enough to stand, so she took advantage of his height. But Song Sheng wasn''t laughing anymore. In fact, he looked at her intensely as the sun hit them. Her arm sn.a.k.e.d around his neck, as their bodies nearly pressed against each other.


    They were so close that their breaths merged. Qian Meigui was puzzled. Why did she feel like approaching him closely when they were already overstepping boundaries? His hands gripped on her waist, but his face appeared to be calm and collective, unmoving and steady.


    Song Sheng then began to walk in the water with her body wrapped around him towards the shallow end. As they reached the end of the pool, she didn''t let go. "Mei?" he called out.


    "Yes?" she responded. "You can let go," Song Sheng said.


    "Oh." She then let go away from him. She felt embarrassed. "Sorry," she apologized. Song Sheng ruffled her wet hair, "No need. You didn''t want to tread the water. Didn''t you?" he asked. Qian Meigui was dazed, but she had to say yes. Although she was not entirely sure why she didn''t let go of him.


    Song Sheng then smiled and proceeded to go back into the house. Qian Meigui had to clutch at her thundering chest, wondering what this feeling was?


    Months passed since then. The air between them became tenser and frustrating. When they passed each other in the house or stayed in the same room, it was difficult to not glance at the other. Every touch, every whisper, every moment, was hot. Just the brush of his fingers when they compared the size of their hands scorched. And it was awkward.


    It was awkward because they couldn''t figure out what it was that made them pull apart from each other, but then so close, it felt as if they were about to clash.


    Then out of the blue, Song Sheng packed up his things telling the family he was going to go abroad for business, and he never came back. For months Qian Meigui blamed herself. Did she push him away? Did she do something wrong? Song Ren had to pull her out of the slums of her misery. But though Song Sheng was gone, she knew he was going to come back. She felt it deep in her bones.


    --


    After the premiere ended, Qian Meigui went back to her work. She took a break by reaching for her bag to grab the catalogue of Song Sheng she had kept. His face was on the front cover.


    It revealed his sharp jaw, his light brown freckles, his golden eyes, his matte black hair. As she looked, she felt worried. She knew Song Sheng wouldn''t leave her again. But if she were to go one day, would he look for her? Would he go after her?


    She stared at the magazine with complicated feelings, when she heard a deep voice say to her, "Why stare at the picture when I''m right here?" Qian Meigui turned her head, startled, flushed. "Shouldn''t you be watching your movie?" she asked him.


    "Mhm," he began. "But I didn''t feel like sitting around people I don''t know. At least while you''re not there." Qian Meigui stared at him, shocked. He then leaned over the couch she was sitting on from behind.


    His eyes deep and his lips curled into a sly smile. Qian Meigui puffed up her cheeks, crossing her arms. She felt embarrassed. He then came around, and suddenly he scooped her in his arms and lifted her. "What are you doing!?" She asked him.


    Song Sheng shrugged, playing innocent. But he leads her back to their room to do things like exploring each other''s bodies, discovering new things about each other''s likes and dislikes. And Qian Meigui had forgotten about her worries.

 Chapter 86 - Inheritance

    Su Feng lost his presidency. Though, the company nearly went into an uproar. None of the employees were happy with the new change. None of them knew Su Guiren.


    He never once bothered to visit any of the departments while Su Feng treated his employees like friends, more than his colleagues.


    It hit the tabloids ¡ª Su Feng''s illegitimacy; his ''unfitness'' to run the company. Song Ren had enough. What''s more, was the there were now pictures leaked of her and Long Huojin at the private charity banquet on some media outlets.


    There was a picture of them sipping wine and laughing. The photos were completely out of context as she was merely teasing Long Huojin for denying his feelings for another woman. It made Su Feng look like a joke. But despite everything that was happening. He appeared to be calm as he ate breakfast in front of her.


    Song Ren wondered why he didn''t appear too fazed about the situation. How does he keep his cool?


    "How are you so calm?" she blurted out.


    Su Feng paused, his eyes glancing up at her. "Ren," he called out. She was already looking at him. "What?" she responded.


    Su Feng smiled. "After working for the company for years, being a scientist and doctor and all. Do you believe that I would let everything fall from hands without another trick up my sleeve?" Song Ren''s mouth gaped. Was this her man? She never felt more excited. Her eyes beamed. "What are you planning?" she asked him, delighted.


    "I can''t tell you," he said. Song Ren crossed her arms. "Why not?" she pouted. Su Feng chuckled because he knew that she did not want to be left out. "It''s better that you don''t know. You''ve already done too much for me," he said.


    Song Ren rolled her eyes playfully. "Pretending to date Long Huojin in the meantime is not doing anything at all, besides pleasing my father and his." Su Feng continued to eat slowly. He felt saddened by the fact that his woman was with another man. Even if it was pretend.


    "Don''t worry. At least, when this is over. I can be the man who stole you from Long Huojin," he winked. Song Ren threw a few grains of rice at him. He then chuckled. It had been a while since she and Su Feng could have a normal conversation without the weight of expectations and failure around them. Song Ren felt happy. She trusted Su Feng, whatever he was planning, and she would wait for him in the meantime.


    --


    Qian Meigui visited Song Sheng at his office for a surprise. The secretary let her in when she saw him focusing on his work. He was wearing a white sleeved, buttoned-up shirt with a tie around his neck and black pants.


    Song Sheng was smoking as he looked out of his office window. Song Sheng wouldn''t regularly smoke unless she was around. So something appeared to have troubled him.


    She made some soft sounds so that she didn''t startle him, but so that he could hear someone approaching him. Song Sheng turned around as he took another drag, his eyes widened.


    He placed his cigarette in the ashtray, blowing out the smoke as he strode toward her. Song Sheng then embraced her hard, almost knocking the breath from her. He held her head against his chest. "What''s wrong?" she asked him.


    "Why is it that you always show up when I need you the most?" he breathed. Qian Meigui''s eyes widened but then softened. She didn''t know what to make of it. Out of all days, she felt like visiting him, and she was not sure why. She even spent an hour outside debating, but she wasn''t sure why she was so afraid since they were already dating.


    After a few moments, Song Sheng let go of her. His gaze was deep and sincere. "What''s wrong?" she asked him again. Song Sheng kissed her forehead. "Something''s happened," and he told her the news he received.


    The chairman was in the hospital, dying of old age. Song Sheng used to be close with his grandfather when he was younger, even though he and Song Rui weren''t. And when Song Sheng got older and busy, he didn''t visit him as much as he wanted. Now, he was working on many collaborative projects with him, something that he never had the chance to do with even his father.


    As soon as she heard what happened, Qian Meigui left the building with Song Sheng, and she drove him to the hospital. Qian Meigui was never close with the chairman, and even he doesn''t know that she wasn''t a real Song.


    When they arrived, a nurse escorted them to a private hospital room. It was grand because it was one of the hospitals Song Rui owned, now run by Song Ren''s management team. Before they went in, the nurse informed them that there was nothing more to do and that it was his time.


    Qian Meigui held Song Sheng''s hand until they emerged in the room, letting go. Grandfather Song was resting on the bed with a mask over his face. His hair white, peppered with gray.


    Song Sheng approached him by the bedside when his grandfather''s eyes lidded open, revealing the stark gold of it. Song Sheng reached out to hold his hand while Qian Meigui stood behind him, stroking his back.


    Song Hai removed his oxygen mask, breathing heavily. "Sheng," he spoke softly, his face smiling. "None of the others have come." Song Sheng and Qian Meigui glanced at each other. When they signed the visitor''s sheet, none of the names of the ward were familiar.


    "Why?" Song Sheng asked. Song Hai chuckled, but then began a coughing fit. After he regained his breath, he said, "They say it''s too hard for them." He rolled his eyes. "Can you stay with me, Sheng?"


    Song Sheng slowly nodded, his face grim. Song Hai glanced over at Qian Meigui, granting her a knowing smile without saying a word.


    Song Sheng and Qian Meigui stayed with Song Hai until he peacefully passed away in the hospital bed, with the two of them by his side. No one deserved to die alone.


    Afterwards, they decided to go to the main house. A place, Song Sheng''s only visited a few times. By the time he arrived, his father was already there. Most members of the Song family were also present. Song Sheng curled his hands into fists, and Qian Meigui desperately wanted to grab them, unclench them, and hold them. But she couldn''t.


    As they stepped further into the house, a representative of the family stopped by holding a briefcase. "May I see Song Mei?" she said, not knowing which of them was her.


    Qian Meigui glanced up at her, "What? Me?"


    The representative then said. "Ah, yes. Mr. Song Hai instructed me to provide you with the will. He says he entrusts you because you''re the lawyer of the family."


    Qian Meigui was shocked. Why her?


    She stepped forward, approaching the representative. When she opened the will, it was a long one. But she skimmed through them. The doc.u.ment stated that the company shares have split between family members. But there was one particular part that stunned her.


    She had to read and re-read the statement. She glanced up at Song Sheng whose eyes were vacant. The other members of the house were anxiously waiting for what she had to say. Judging by their postures, no one was grieving, except for Song Sheng.

 Chapter 87 - Why He Left

    Song Sheng left Song Pharmaceuticals because of his grandfather.


    When Song Sheng was in business abroad, he received a call from Song Hai. They spoke for hours talking about the companies, the feud between their divided family, and if he was ever returning.


    Song Sheng was dead set on not returning for another while. He couldn''t. Not when he left because Song Sheng didn''t trust himself around Qian Meigui. Even before he left, they were so close to crossing the line that he had to escape.


    But then Song Hai asked why Song Sheng left. Song Sheng couldn''t tell him. Then, his grandfather later revealed why he didn''t give Song Rui the company. His grandfather said that Song Rui was too driven and that Song Rui would limit himself in the Entertainment industry.


    He then gave Song Li, the second son, Song Entertainment, because he felt that he could take it. But Song Li grew too ambitious, too greedy. His grandfather wanted him to return home.


    Song Sheng listened diligently. Until Song Sheng confessed why he left home was because he loved a woman he couldn''t have. His grandfather then asked him if the woman was Qian Meigui by any chance. Song Sheng was reluctant to admit it; he did not even acknowledge to himself yet.


    But then he confessed the truth. Out of all people, he told Song Hai everything. And his grandfather did not judge him. He revealed that he always knew that Qian Meigui wasn''t his legitimate granddaughter.


    He said that real Song''s have their eyes, for generations. Though, it was something very superstitious to believe as Song Sheng also took lessons in genetics, knowing that it was nearly impossible that all his children inherited Song Rui''s eyes. But it happened nonetheless and his grandfather figured it out.


    His grandfather told him to come home. That he can have a position in Song Entertainment, because he needed him since his sons and other grandsons were too selfish. He needed someone he could trust to succeed him in the industry. He also admitted that he was sick and that dying any day now was imminent. So Song Sheng packed his things and came home.


    He bought an apartment once he landed, without seeing his family. He was afraid. They would have asked questions; he would have seen Qian Meigui, and he wasn''t sure if he was ready for it. So he waited.


    Then it came to a banquet celebrating his grandparent''s 50th anniversary. He had to go and announce his departure from Song Pharmaceuticals. But when he was backstage, he made out the table that his siblings sat.


    There was no mistaking the twins who looked practically identical because Jinyi had short hair while Jun kept his hair long to his shoulders. Song Ren looked like she quarrelling with the blonde guy. And right next to her, Qian Meigui sat and kept to herself as if she felt alone in a crowd. But she never realized that she stood out. Song Sheng''s gaze shot to her immediately.


    She wore a rose-laced dress that outlined her figure perfectly. Her hair was curled into loose waves, cascading over her shoulders. Her face was tight and tense as she looked around the room. Her gaze often lingered on the empty seat of the table. It made Song Sheng''s heart skip a beat.


    When he made went out to make his announcement, he had to prevent himself from glancing up at her. After two years of not seeing her, it still felt the same, as if he never left. His heart raced, his eyes darted at her; his desire surged.


    After he finished speaking, he was supposed to sit with them, but he felt like leaving. That was when Song Ren stood up, calling out to him. When he turned around, she slapped him across the face, avenging the family for his thoughtless acts.


    Song Sheng felt like he deserved it. He was glad that Song Ren hit him as he needed to regain his senses. She was furious for two reasons. He returned abruptly without telling them, and he left the company their father worked hard on.


    He glanced towards Qian Meigui, who looked at them shocked and worried. He then left the banquet as he couldn''t take it anymore. He knew it was his fault, but he thought he could dare himself to face them. He hoped they would forgive him soon.


    --


    Song Ren arrived at the main house with her mother, wearing all black for mourning. They took a seat next to Song Rui.


    Qian Meigui began to read the results out loud. Each member of the family received positions in the company, shares, or some of the ownership. But there was that one aspect that they waited.


    "Chairman Song Hai has proclaimed that his eldest grandson, Song Sheng, will succeed him as CEO of Song Entertainment," said Qian Meigui.


    "He now has entire ownership of the company over his sons, as deserved by his success in obtaining more projects and revenue for the company, as well as participating in film projects that make him the face of the industry," she finished reading his grandfather''s written words.


    She couldn''t believe it. How? She thought that Song Li or one of his sons would inherit. She glanced over at Song Rui who looked both shocked and smug that his son had the rights of the entertainment company.


    Song Sheng did not appear to be fazed by it. Perhaps he knew this entire time.


    But Song Li stepped forward and ripped the papers from her hand, reading it over. His face was red with fury. He then began to chuckle, darkly, "That''s not possible." He then looked over at Song Sheng who did not say anything, but give him a vacant expression.


    "You did this on purpose!" Song Li accused him. "Your father wasn''t going to inherit. So you and your damn sister plotted to take both of the companies. Didn''t you?" He was talking about Song Ren.


    Song Sheng glanced up at him with knitted brows. Song Ren chuckled amusingly. Qian Meigui then stepped forward. "Don''t accuse him of something he didn''t do, when he was at the hospital to be there for him while you waited for him to die. For what? Inheritance?" she said.


    Song Li shot her a dark look. "Shut your mouth, illegitimate daughter." Qian Meigui froze, rooted on her spot. Song Li smiled, noticing her expression. He smiled slyly. "Do you expect me to believe Yang Rei birthed you?" Qian Meigui could barely move or speak. She didn''t know what to say. She couldn''t deny it either.


    "What do you mean?" she asked him. Song Li clicked his tongue, "You certainly didn''t come from her. Otherwise, why don''t I recall her ever being pregnant between Song Ren and the twins? You''re probably Song Rui''s bastard daughter."


    Song Sheng stood up, "Enough!" he said, stepping close to him. Song Sheng towered their uncle. His gaze was dark with rage. He gently pushed Qian Meigui behind him. She grabbed his arm, and he felt her hand shaking.


    "Insult her one more time, and I swear you would end up without a job or position in the company again, nor any other industry. Your fate will end up worse than my father''s when you plotted to cast him out. But look at him, he''s the CEO of his own company and his daughter will take it after him. Both companies will be run under a Song, as it should be and as it always will be. But only in Song Rui''s family, not yours." Song Sheng stated.


    Song Li looked small in comparison to his nephew, Song Sheng. They both shot dark gazes of resentment against each other. When they heard a slow clap from behind them, it was Song Ren.


    Song Ren was smiling, but her expression was hard to read through her dark sunglasses. She kept clapping sarcastically. Her face then darkened. "It''s interesting, uncle," she began. "That you tried to f.u.c.k over my father and now try to insult my brother and sister." She then strode towards them until she slapped Song Li across the face, then grabbing his collar to face him. "You''re a bastard, and this is our sweet revenge," she said with a faint smile. Qian Meigui shivered.


    Soon after, Song Ren let go of him. She then grabbed Qian Meigui''s hand and guided her out of the house. She was spewing insults about their uncle, while Song Sheng and the others followed behind them. Qian Meigui felt warm for the way they stood up for her.


    "Xiao Mei," Yang Rei called out.


    Qian Meigui paused abruptly before she turned to face her and Song Rui.


    "Don''t listen to them; you''re a Song or a Qian. You can be whoever you want to be," Yang Rei told her. Qian Meigui''s lips parted open, shocked.


    "Thank you," She said to Yang Rei.


    She then turned to face Song Sheng''s whose face softened, and they smiled at each other knowingly.

 Chapter 88 - Mr. CEO

    They arrived home together where the twins waited for them. Song Ren caught them up on everything with them. The twins then granted Song Sheng a smile.


    "Congratulations," Song Jun said to him softly. Song Sheng smiled, ruffling his brothers long, unkempt hair. Song Jinyi approached him as well, "Who knew you would be a CEO? It''s like a full circle," she said. Song Sheng chuckled, lifting his youngest sister. Song Jinyi scowled, annoyed because Song Sheng considered her the baby of the family. Song Sheng let her down as she scratched at him.


    Song Ren began to chew gum as she stared at Song Sheng with her arms crossed. Her long black hair stopped at her waist. Her eyes were covered, but she was smirking at him. She then removed her sunglasses. "Was this the reason you left the company?" she asked him. Song Sheng listened, then nodded.


    Song Ren exhaled deeply and chuckled. "I thought you were stupid to leave," she began. "But who knew you were smart?" she said. Song Sheng barked a laugh, and they both chuckled despite the dark mood from earlier. Qian Meigui couldn''t help but smile at the sight.


    As Song Sheng laughed with Song Ren, he glanced at Qian Meigui with a playful, warm smile. She desperately wanted to jump on him and tell him how he''s so brilliant, as he''s always been. But she waited instead.


    "You have to stay for dinner," Jinyi said to him.


    Song Sheng nodded, agreeing.


    Song Ren, Yang Rei, and Qian Meigui prepared the dinner while the boys and Jinyi were speaking to each other in the dining room. Qian Meigui glanced up at Song Sheng as she washed some vegetables from the island sink. He glanced up at her at the same time, and their eyes met. They looked at each other appreciatively before returning to what they were doing before.


    In the dining hall, the seven of them ate together, drinking wine and Song Sheng told them about how Song Hai had planned for him to inherit the company all along. Song Rui looked at his son proudly. Even Qian Meigui did too, but she still felt dumbfounded.


    She never expected him to inherit the Entertainment company, that once rightfully belonged to Song Rui. Qian Meigui knew that that Song Sheng wouldn''t waste his talents. Instead, he multiplied his abilities by taking on new challenges, and she was glad that he did.


    After the dinner was over, Song Jinyi and Song Jun went to their rooms wine drunk, trying to play video games. Song Ren was passed out on the couch, where her coat pillowed her head. Song Rui and Yang Rei went to sleep.


    Qian Meigui was in the kitchen cleaning up when Song Sheng came to join her. He poured glasses of sparkling rose wine as she continued to wash the dishes. Song Sheng then embraced her from behind, snaking his hands to reach her wet soapy hands. He ran their hands together under the warm running water. Qian Meigui''s breath hitched. Her eyes darted around the room to check if anyone was around. It was just the two of them.


    Song Sheng used a cloth to dry their hands. Afterwards, his hand reached out to hold her chin, facing him. He stole a peck from her lips. But since his gaze was deep and hungry, he leaned down to kiss her deeper. Qian Meigui turned to face him, opening her mouth, allowing him to take her breath away. Today was a day of mourning and celebration. There was no doubt that they still had to speak to each other about it.


    Song Sheng moved from her lips to the line of her jaw, to her neck. She had to tighten her grip on the kitchen counter. His lips lingered on her neck, biting and sucking. Qian Meigui''s breathing deepened. She pressed her hands against his chest to push him away slightly. He looked at her with his eyes glazed with desire and longing. "We can''t right now, Mr. CEO. Song Ren is in the other room," Qian Meigui breathed as she blushed. She knew that this was not the appropriate place to continue things.


    Song Sheng nodded, biting down the desire. He then took the wine glasses he poured and passed one of them to her. Qian Meigui took the glass, smiling and drinking it as he did. Soon after, they heard a knock coming from the front door. "Come in," Qian Meigui yelled.


    Su Feng stepped forward cautiously, glancing around the room.


    "My father is sleeping," Song Sheng said to him. Su Feng sighed in relief, stepping in further. "Where''s Song Ren?" he asked, shutting the door behind him. Song Sheng nodded his chin toward the room. Su Feng followed his directions, finding Song Ren curled up on the couch.


    Su Feng sat next to her, lightly tapping her shoulder. Song Ren opened her eyes groggily when she saw Su Feng and beamed. She then reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, and she pinned him underneath her on the couch. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng had to look away from their intimate moment.


    They continued to clean the kitchen as they saw Su Feng carrying Song Ren over his back. "I''m taking her home," he said. Qian Meigui raised her wine glass, peaking her brow. The mansion was Song Ren''s house, but wherever Su Feng is, was her home. And Qian Meigui felt the same way about Song Sheng.


    Su Feng and Song Ren then left the house.


    When Song Sheng and Qian Meigui finished cleaning, drinking, and eating, she realized that Song Sheng was too drunk to drive home, and she was too drunk to take him; so she told him to stay and leave early in the morning. They both decided to stay in one of the guest rooms'' on the main floor away from the rest of their family who slept upstairs.


    They both stumbled into the bedroom when Qian Meigui felt like taking a bath. Without thinking, she began to strip her clothing, undressing. Song Sheng was lying on the bed when he peaked at her, his desire stirring once more.


    Qian Meigui stepped into the bathroom, n.a.k.e.d when she glanced at Song Sheng. Song Sheng rose, unbuttoning his shirt, as he emerged in the bathroom from behind her. Qian Meigui helped him discard the rest of his clothing as he kissed her furiously.


    In the bathtub, they were both red from the steam, the passion, and alcohol. Qian Meigui sat leaned back against his body. Song Sheng massaged her head as he washed her hair for her. He then cleaned her body for her, as her body slumped from exhaustion. Qian Meigui then returned the favour.


    They have yet to go all the way. The past weeks were all about learning about each other''s bodies, going slow and steady. They had all the time they had and needed. No matter what obstacles were ahead of them, Song Sheng felt determined that he wouldn''t let her go. Not again.


    Song Sheng dried her body, placing a robe over her, carrying her to bed.


    As they settled themselves under the covers, the two of them stared at each other. Qian Meigui traced the line of his lips playfully. "So you''re the CEO of an Entertainment Industry?" she asked him. Song Sheng smiled, "Mhm," he responded. Qian Meigui smiled, snuggling into his embrace. "My boyfriend is a CEO, interesting," she said more to herself. Song Sheng stilled.


    He felt warm that she called him her boyfriend, even though she couldn''t say it out loud, nor in public. Now that they were together, and he was in power; he will ensure that nothing happens to her.

 Chapter 89 - Business

    In the morning, Song Sheng already went. But he left Qian Meigui a message, stating he had gone to work.


    All over the media, the news about Song Sheng succeeding the company spread like wildfire. He was the handsome icon that now has full control of one of the oldest and successful Entertainment companies.


    His face was splattered all over magazines, articles, and online sources. Those who did not know him from his films projects knew him now. He was now the CEO of Song Entertainment.


    Song Sheng went to work where the staff offered him their condolences and congratulating him on his new promotion at the same time. He went to the chairman''s office alone, placing his hands in his pocket, glancing around the room. He didn''t want to change anything. The books and magazines kept in the same place. The furniture was the same. The only thing Song Sheng added was a picture frame.


    The picture frame held a picture of Song Sheng and Song Ren standing tall next to each other. He chuckled because their faces were tight and reserved. Just below them were the twins who decided to pose silly faces, while Qian Meigui stood in the middle of the four of them. They all framed her.


    Her face delicate and innocent and it was one of the few pictures Qian Meigui let them take of her in it. But he liked it because it captured his siblings too, the ones he cared for the most.


    Song Sheng worked for hours when he heard the door knock. It was Yu Qingge, one of his best employees in the industry. "Come in," he said.


    Yu Qingge walked in, closing the door behind her. She wore a pencil, skirt and blouse; her light hair curled tightly. She shyly walked up to him.


    Song Sheng was impatient and wondered what she wanted. But he had to be respectful towards the people that worked for him.


    She bit her lip nervously, while Song Sheng''s face wasn''t friendly. "Can I help you?" he asked her.


    "Uhmmm," she began. "I just want to congratulate you on your new role," she said.


    Yu Qingge had been working with Song Sheng for months, as his female co-star, and within the promoting industry. Yu Qingge remembered that she initially did not want to join Song Entertainment because she felt like she would receive better offers elsewhere.


    But Song Sheng convinced her to join him, and she''s gained more fame and success since joining. But now, since he became the CEO unexpectedly, she felt like now was her chance to take him before he gains more attention from other women.


    "Thank you," he said deeply.


    Yu Qingge stepped closer. "We have to go to another interview," she began. "Now that you''re the CEO, many journalists are anxious to see you again."


    Song Sheng rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "All right," he said. Yu Qingge kept her cool, despite being excited. "I''ll schedule it then," she said before she started to walk out of the room. At the same time, the woman who''s been around him walked into the room.


    She wore her long brown hair loose; her face was round but delicate. Yu Qingge gritted her teeth. She still hasn''t figured out who she was. Were they dating? Was their relationship some secret? She kept her cool as she passed the woman. She then went to type Song Sheng''s name online, but there were no pictures of her in them. She then decided to make some calls.


    Qian Meigui decided to stop by with some lunch to see how Song Sheng was transitioning in his new position when the actress she had seen him with at the premiere walked out of the office.


    Qian Meigui felt no ways about it and proceeded to emerge in the room. The room was twice as large as his old office. Song Sheng was seated in front of a desk. He then rose as soon as he saw her, his expression softening.


    Qian Meigui settled the bags she carried on his desk, as Song Sheng came around and greeted her with a kiss on her lips. It knocked the breath from her.


    "I need to visit you more often," she said breathlessly. Song Sheng smirked.


    "How are you keeping up with the business?" she asked him.


    "Busy," he said, rubbing his temples. Qian Meigui could tell that he felt stressed.


    He then said, "Enough of me. How is the case going on for Su Feng''s behalf?" Qian Meigui took a seat in front of him and began to take out the contents of their food. "I have finished," she began, "Now I am waiting for Su Feng to do his thing."


    Song Sheng smiled. "How are you keeping up with your classes?" he continued.


    "I have exams soon," she paused as she ate. "But I''m confident that I will do well."


    Song Sheng began to eat his noodles when he said, "I am confident in you too."


    Qian Meigui flushed. She looked out the window as it began to rain, the water softly tapping on the glass. She realized she loved him so much that it hurt, but she still couldn''t help but worry for the two of them. So she kept to herself.


    --


    Song Ren was casually walking down the streets of the city to do some light shopping when she accidentally bumped into someone in one of the shops. Song Ren dropped her bags, and the woman helped her pick them up. It was that pretty girl that she met from before, Xue Guangli.


    Xue Guangli helped her pick up her bags, "I''m sorry," she began. Song Ren chucked a smile at her. "No need to apologize," she said. Xue Guangli observed her from head to toe, realizing who she was. "It''s nice to see you, president Ren," she said.


    "Likewise," Song Ren smiled. Xue Guangli appeared to be trouble, so Song Ren asked her, "Are you doing some shopping?" Xue Guangli shook her head. "My family owns the shop," she responded.


    Song Ren was impressed. The boutique was beautiful and simple yet elegant. Song Ren gazed around the shop. "Can you help me pick something out?" Song Ren asked her. Xue Guangli nodded.


    Xue Guangli picked out lovely dresses based on Song Ren''s body type. She made Song Ren try on clothes on the spot and adjusted them to compliment her height and curves. As she worked, Song Ren asked, "Can I ask how you know Long Huojin? I can''t help but be curious." Xue Guangli glanced up at her as if she was afraid to speak.


    "Don''t worry," Song Ren began reassuringly. "I am not his fan," she said.


    Xue Guangli chuckled with relief. "He''s my childhood friend," she said softly. But she looked as if she was upset about something as she fidgeted with the measuring tape in her hand.


    "I see," Song Ren said. Afterwards, Xue Guangli continued to work on her clothing. She asked Song Ren, "Where are you planning to wear this dress?" she asked.


    "Hopefully to my engagement party," Song Ren responded casually. But she regretted it immediately as she meant that it was supposed to be for Su Feng. Xue Guangli appeared to be sad, but Xue Guangli smiled grimly. "So you''re indeed marrying Long Huojin?" she asked Song Ren. Song Ren felt terrible; she cursed her big mouth.


    Song Ren stopped Xue Guangli from measuring by grabbing her hand gently. Xue Guangli glanced up at her, meeting her eyes. "I am engaged to Long Huojin. But he''s not the one I want."


    Xue Guangli''s eyes widened. Judging from her expression, Song Ren continued. "My father wants me to marry him, but I love someone else," she admitted.


    Xue Guangli kept looking at her eye-wide, her lips parted not knowing how to respond. Song Ren approached the mirror. She looked at herself appreciatively. She then turned to Xue Guangli and said, "You''re very talented."


    Xue Guangli smiled, "You''re very pretty," she blurted out. Song Ren chuckled, stepping towards her, grabbing her hands with hers. "Thank you. So are you, Xue Guangli."


    Afterwards, Song Ren went to the front of the store to purchase the items that Xue Guangli adjusted for her. She then passed her business card. "If you ever need a doctor or a friend. Call me," she winked as she left the shop.


    Xue Guangli watched as the beauty left the shop. She never expected that Long Huojin''s fianc¨¦e was so nice. But she didn''t love him...


    Xue Guangli didn''t know what to think of it.

 Chapter 90 - Criminal Activities

    Song Ren returned to Su Feng''s home with the new dresses she purchased and its alterations. She wanted to provide him with a show, trying on her clothes but he wasn''t home. She didn''t overthink of it, so she proceeded to go to the master bedroom and hung them in her closet.


    After she finished, she decided to flip on the television. She turned on the latest news where Sun Group showed up on the screen. Several members of the board, including Su Guiren and some of his cousins, were getting arrested and escorted out of the building by the police. Cameras flashed persistently at them by the paparazzi.


    Song Ren''s heart sunk. She ran out of the house, hopping into her car, driving to Sun corporation. When she arrived, her eyes darted around the building. Many police cars surrounded the area. She tried to get into the building when security stopped her. "Ma''am you cannot get in. Police are investigating the building."


    Song Ren gritted her teeth before picking up the phone to call Su Feng. He didn''t pick up at all. She kept calling until finally, he answered, "Ren?"


    "Where are you?" she asked him, demanding an answer.


    "I''m speaking to the detectives right now." Song Ren glanced around the crowd, trying to make out his figure. Su Feng was waving at her, trying to capture her attention. Song Ren sighed of relief. She ran up to him, embracing him hard as he caught her. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body as he stroked her back assuringly. "I''m okay," he said.


    People snapped photos of them as it not only looked like an intimate position, but it looked like a scandal. Song Ren didn''t give a damn. She was worried about him.


    "I thought you were getting arrested," she said. "I thought they were going to question you." Su Feng reached out to grab her shaking hands. "It''s okay," he began. "I reported the company to the police, and they came to take those involved. They wanted to take me in too, but knowing that I was the one that reported, they are only going to ask a few questions."


    Song Ren nodded as Su Feng kissed her forehead lovingly. They both didn''t care that people took pictures of them. They followed the detectives to the police station together.


    Song Ren waited for hours until Su Feng finished speaking to the officers. He then came out to see her. "What is going on?" she asked.


    "They are being held overnight. My father will bail them out in the morning. But I have to testify against them in court," he said.


    "Are you prepared?" she asked.


    "Mhm," he began. "Song Mei and the law firm will represent me."


    Song Ren looked at him, "She knew what you were doing all this time?" she asked. Su Feng caressed her cheek. "Don''t get mad at her now."


    Song Ren shook her head. "I''m not mad. Just surprised that she kept the secret so well."


    Su Feng chuckled, "Let''s go home," he said. Song Ren glanced up at him, "Mhm," she responded. They both walked out of the police station holding hands. More media outlets waited for them and snapped photos, but they continued to head in their car without another care in the world.


    --


    Song Sheng was at home dressing for an interview when he felt Qian Meigui snake her arms around him from behind. She embraced him tightly, breathing in his scent. Song Sheng glanced at them through the mirror. She was wearing one of his shirts, stopping at her thighs. His throat bobbed, but he needed to go, and it would be unfortunate if she made him late.


    "What are you going to do today?" he asked her.


    "Mhm, nothing," she purred. "What are you doing?" she asked.


    Song Sheng folded a tie around his neck. "I have to attend an interview," he responded. Qian Meigui loosened her grip. "Oh?" she began, "Can I come with you?"


    Song Sheng thought for a moment. "It shouldn''t harm anyone if you came to support me." He then turned to face her. Qian Meigui still kept her grip on him as she smiled up at him. "I want to come," she said. Song Sheng gave in to her sweet talk. "All right," he said.


    Song Sheng had an interview with Empire Entertainment. He walked into the building with Qian Meigui by his side. The receptionist personally came to escort the two of them into the room, where Yu Qingge was already waiting.


    Yu Qingge''s hands clenched into fists when she saw Song Sheng walk in with that woman by his side. Keeping her cool, she approached the two of them, greeting them both. "Hello, I''m Yu Qingge," she said to her. Qian Meigui smiled slightly, "Hello, I''m Song Mei."


    Yu Qingge was speechless. "Oh, so you''re related to Song Sheng?" she asked. Qian Meigui then smiled grimly, nodding. Yu Qingge then smiled of relief. She felt stupid for thinking she was competing against his own family.


    Yu Qingge guided Qian Meigui to a snack table, welcoming her. She figured if she can''t win over Song Sheng directly that perhaps his sister can help her.


    Song Sheng went to the set for the interview meeting the host. He went up alone, as Yu Qingge already spoke, answering different questions. Qian Meigui and Yu Qingge watched Song Sheng as he answered each question naturally from behind the scenes.


    Yu Qingge tried to start up a conversation with her, but Qian Meigui didn''t seem to be interested, only watching Song Sheng the entire time.


    Song Sheng spoke about the investments he made with the company, his transition in his new position, as well as his acting. Song Sheng was well-spoken, carrying the aura of a powerful, strong man. Yu Qingge couldn''t peel her eyes away. His smile¡ªas he spoke to the host¡ªrevealed a dimple that she had not noticed before. In fact, she never realized that he smiled much at all.


    Once the interview finished, Song Sheng approached them. Yu Qingge straightened her posture, but he stopped in front of Qian Meigui. He ruffled her hair and said, "Let''s go. I finished for the day." Qian Meigui then started after him, following his steps. Yu Qingge was dumbfounded, feeling left out of the loop.


    She shortly followed them as they walked towards the exit as she, too, had to leave. She walked towards her parked car when she glanced Qian Meigui, and Song Sheng hop in theirs. Yu Qingge turned on her car as she glanced up once more stunned. In the driver and passenger seat, Song Sheng was leaning over, kissing her. Yu Qingge gaped at them. She then curled her fingers over the steering wheel, chuckling darkly. They really fooled her this time.

 Chapter 91 - They Were Caught (1)

    Yu Qingge chuckled to herself, snickering coldly. She reached for her purse on the passenger seat of her car, to take out her phone, zooming in, snapping photos of them. She got a better view of the two of them, passionately kissing. Afterwards, Song Sheng released her, and they both drove off.


    Yu Qingge remained rooted in her seat for another hour. What was this? She couldn''t understand it. Weren''t they related? She kept contemplating the entire situation, not sure what to make of it. Eventually, she drove home, entering the house, logging into her computer immediately. Now that she had her name, she web searched ''Song Mei.'' There was not much information about her, but she dug deeper and found an article about Song Ren who addressed the public after succeeding Song Pharmaceuticals.


    There were pictures of Song Ren and in the midst of them, there were photos of ''Song Mei.'' In the caption, it states that Song Mei is Song Ren''s sister and legal representative. So that woman is indeed Song Sheng''s sister? Yu Qingge leaned back in her chair and thought momentarily.


    Was their relationship some taboo? She felt confused, but she decided to research again. She found pictures of Song Jinyi and Song Jun at a gaming convention. Yu Qingge then printed all the photos she found and compared them. She glanced at each of their faces, which closely resembled. Each member of the family had a head of jet-black hair, and their eyes were hazel, like a mix of bronze and gold, except for ''Song Mei.''


    She did not look like any of them. She had chestnut brown hair and almond eyes. Even the shape of her face wasn''t anything similar to them. The twins of the family were indeed identical, but even they mirrored their older siblings, Song Sheng and Song Ren.


    Yu Qingge saved all the photos, including the ones she took today in her hard drive. She also printed extra pictures of Song Sheng and Qian Meigui.


    --


    It had been three days since Chairman Song Hai''s death.


    Qian Meigui dressed up in black. She then went to Song Sheng''s apartment to see if he had finished getting ready. When she walked in, she found him sitting on the bed, looking out, dazed. Qian Meigui smiled grimly, knowing that he was still very much grieving. Chairman Song was his mentor more than anyone else.


    Qian Meigui then approached him slowly, her heels clicking against the floorboards. She squatted in front of him, grasping his hand in hers. He hung his head low; his eyes showed signs of restlessness. His eyes did not shine; they were dim.


    Qian Meigui lifted one of her hand''s to land on one of his cheeks. Song Sheng''s face remained stern and vacant. She then rose to find one of his suit jackets. She took a freshly dry-cleaned black jacket, and she started to approach him again.


    Song Sheng already dressed in his shirt and trousers; so, she signalled him to stretch his arms so that she can place his jacket on him. Qian Meigui then walked to one of his dressers, pulling out a pair of sunglasses. She went back to him, reluctantly placing them over his stark, beautiful eyes. He then granted her an appreciative smile. Afterwards, she took his hands and guided him out of the apartment.


    He held her hand tightly as they hopped into the car. Qian Meigui drove him to the viewing where they met the rest of the family. After the celebration of life, they went to the funeral.


    Song Ren and the others were there dressed up as well. Only half of the family of Song Hai showed up, most of them distant relatives or friends and colleagues. As Qian Meigui glanced around the open space to capture each face, she noticed Yu Qingge was staring at her, sinisterly.


    Qian Meigui was puzzled, why was Yu Qingge looking at her as if she was snickering at her? She figured that she was here to pay respects to her former boss, but the fact that she looked at her persistently made her feel uncomfortable.


    Qian Meigui decided to focus on Song Sheng. His face was firm and cold as he focused on the service. But every time she glanced up, Yu Qingge was already looking at her. She felt the urge to hold Song Sheng''s hand, but she instead, clenched her fingers into fists.


    After the funeral was over, everyone was on their way to the main house for some light snacks and reunions. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng walked behind everyone. Song Sheng kept his hand in his pocket, when he took it out, brushing his fingers against Qian Meigui''s as they kept it to their sides. Qian Meigui desperately wanted to hold them, but with the people around, she couldn''t. Especially since Yu Qingge kept glancing behind her, watching them like a hawk.


    Qian Meigui''s heart raced nervously. Does she know something? Why does she keep watching them?


    They arrived at the main house when friends came to express their condolences. Qian Meigui stood next to Song Sheng the entire time, but she decided to eat something as she felt like she hasn''t eaten all day. She also grabbed a plate for Song Sheng.


    From the snack table, she watched as Yu Qingge approached Song Sheng with a silverware smile. She spoke to him shortly before she turned and walked towards her.


    "My condolences to you and your family," she said as she blocked Qian Meigui from going back to Song Sheng. Qian Meigui paused. "Thank you," she managed to spew.


    Yu Qingge offered her a fake smile. She gently grabbed Qian Meigui''s forearm as her hands held the plates of food. She then leaned into her ear. "I know you''re with him," she said. Qian Meigui began to tremble. Her heart nearly stopped. She knitted her brows, meeting Yu Qingge''s playful stare as she stepped away from her. Qian Meigui pretended that she didn''t know what she was talking about.


    Yu Qingge then passed her a closed envelope, placing it in her pocket without saying another word. She then smiled at Qian Meigui once before she turned her heel to leave the house. Once she was out of sight, Qian Meigui exhaled deeply. It felt as if she couldn''t breathe when she was speaking to her. But she couldn''t help but still feel uneasy.


    With the plates in hand, she approached Song Sheng, and they began to eat. After the service was over, everyone went home. Qian Meigui drove them back to his apartment.


    She decided to stay over, hopefully unnoticed. Song Rui is the only one that knows their relationship, but even he wasn''t entirely for it, and she wasn''t sure why.


    Song Sheng hopped into the shower on his own. Qian Meigui dressed for bed when she decided to reach for the envelope in her pocket. She heard the shower rain against the granite flooring when she opened the envelope.


    Her heart began to pound furiously, her hands shook. As she pulled out what was in the envelope, it was a printed photo. Her eyes darted all over the picture, her heart skipping beats. They were caught.

 Chapter 92 - They Were Caught (2)

    The picture was a photo of Song Sheng kissing her in the parked car after his interview at Empire Entertainment.


    Qian Meigui began to weep on the spot, trying to muffle her sounds, as she realized that someone else knew what was going on between them. She wasn''t ready for it. They haven''t fully prepared. She fell to her knees, holding one hand against her mouth, and the other against her aching chest.


    They couldn''t be exposed. Not now. Not when Song Sheng is currently the CEO of an entertainment company, and the last thing she would want is to ruin his reputation. She couldn''t imagine what people would say if they find out about this. It would be the biggest scandal ever. Many will misinterpret their relationship, and they wouldn''t care if she was Qian Meigui. They would ignore the fact.


    Qian Meigui heard the water stop. She quickly wiped away her tears, trying to mask her heavy heart with a neutral expression. Song Sheng came out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel. He paused. "What''s wrong?" Song Sheng asked her. Qian Meigui''s heart sunk as how he knew her so well, it hurt.


    She shook her head, smiling. "Nothing. Just feeling under the weather."


    Song Sheng approached her, kissing her forehead lightly, hugging her against his body.


    Qian Meigui held onto him tightly as he picked her up and they went to bed. Song Sheng rested his head under the crook of her neck, wrapping his arm around her body. He snuggled into her embrace, instead of the other way around for once. Qian Meigui held his head against her chest, attempting to sleep. But she felt her throat tighten, preventing herself from crying.


    --


    Pictures of Song Ren and Su Feng appeared all over the media in the morning. Song Ren received phone calls from Song Rui bombarding her with messages telling her to come home.


    Song Ren rubbed the space between her eyebrows, leaning back into her chair. She already called Song Sheng, and he''s using his best efforts to divert the attention. But this was something people craved. The alleged fianc¨¦e of Long Huojin was seen with another man. And the other man was the illegitimate son of Su Liang.


    Many netizens online called her a s.l.u.t and a whore for cheating on their prince. Song Ren didn''t give a f.u.c.k. She was more worried about what her father was going to do now that the word had spread than what any people behind screens had to say about her.


    Song Ren then spoke to Yang Minzhe and informed him that she was going to leave work early when she received a phone call from an unknown number.


    She answered the call, "Hello?" she asked.


    "President Ren?" the other voice said. It was a female. It was Xue Guangli.


    Song Ren leaned back in her chair. "Hello, Xue Guangli," she responded enthusiastically.


    "I saw the news. Are you all right?" Xue Guangli asked her.


    Song Ren smiled. "I''m quite all right. Why?" she questioned.


    "People online are trying to rip you apart," she began, "And I know that you told me earlier that you had someone else," she said.


    "Hmm. Yes. " Song Ren answered. "But I don''t give a f.u.c.k about what people think of me. I want to be with the man I like," she said.


    There was a pause.


    "How can you be so strong?" asked Xue Guangli curiously.


    Song Ren chuckled. "Harden your heart as thick as iron and stone, and it will never break. Or at least pretend to."


    Xue Guangli chuckled from the other line. "You do sound all right."


    "Mhm," Song Ren laughed again. "Thanks for calling," she said before hanging up.


    Song Ren had enough pretending. She picked up her keys from her desk and headed towards her car. She drove to the Long Mansion, announced.


    Long Huojin met her in the foyer of his home, wearing a pair of sand-coloured trousers and and a white long sleeved shirt. His clothes brightened the arctic blue of his eyes, clear and transparent. He had his arms crossed over his back, guiding them to the living space of his home.


    "I saw the latest news," he said.


    "I want to call off the engagement," she blurted out.


    Long Huojin chuckled. "We''re not engaged," he responded.


    "I know," she began. "But I want to stop pretending."


    Long Huojin nodded. "So the man you love is Su Feng?" he asked her.


    Song Ren nodded, confirming. Long Huojin then smiled, "Great choice."


    Song Ren smiled back at him. This man really is something. "I hope we can be friends," she said.


    "I have never had many female friends," he responded. "But I would like that." He then reached up to shake her hand. "I hope to see you soon, Dr. Song."


    "Oh, you will, Mr. Long," she said finally before turning her heel, leaving the house and heading home. Song Ren began to feel the weight of her future lighten from her.


    Song Ren then decided to visit her father.


    At Song Mansion, she walked in where her father was reading in his study, smoking a thick cigar. She knocked when Song Rui glanced up at her through his round glasses.


    She took a deep breath, trying to determine her fate as she stepped into the room further.


    "I am prepared to lose everything to be with Su Feng," she said to him by way of greeting. Song Rui exhaled the smoke before he rubbed his temples.


    Song Ren knew that her father wouldn''t care who the others were with because she was the face of Song Corporation, not Song Sheng, nor the twins. Therefore, it is vital that she picked the right marriage for business. She knew that since the beginning, and yet she still ended up falling in love with Su Feng, and nothing would change it.


    Song Rui nodded. "I can''t let you marry him and be president," he said. A tear slipped from her eye, but she stood tall, trying to maintain her composure. "I understand," she said. Song Rui placed the cigar in his mouth once more, "Then you are dismissed," he said, pointing out the door.


    Song Ren smiled with welling tears before she turned and headed to Su Feng''s house. She basically resigned her position by committing to Su Feng, but she didn''t care.

 Chapter 93 - I Am Song Mei

    Qian Meigui had been feeling restless for days since Yu Qingge gave her the envelope, but she proceeded to attend her classes and study for her exams per usual.


    What she wondered most was what did Yu Qingge want? Why was she threatening her? She kept her thoughts to herself and tried to find other things to distract her mind.


    After classes, Song Sheng picked her up from school. He had been suspecting that something was up with her, but she kept denying it. She loved that he knew her so well, but she wanted to fight this battle on her own.


    As Song Sheng drove, she thought he was taking her to his apartment, but instead, he drove them to Song Entertainment.


    As soon as they pulled up, there was a big billboard of him in front of the building. Qian Meigui chuckled. Song Sheng had turned off the ignition when he turned to her. "Don''t laugh. My executives made that choice, but I''m urging them to take it down soon." Qian Meigui placed a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from chuckling. "I''m sorry. No. Let them keep it. You look so good."


    Song Sheng peaked a brow before he pounced on her, stealing a kiss. But subconsciously, she pushed him away. Song Sheng hovered above her slightly, his eyes focused on her. "I''m sorry," she began. "I didn''t mean to push you."


    Song Sheng smiled grimly. "It''s okay," he said as he ruffled her hair. "Let''s go inside."


    Qian Meigui slowly nodded, but she felt frozen in her spot. How could she push him away like that? She felt like she was going crazy. Slowly, Qian Meigui got out of her car. Her heartbeat kept racing unsteadily, nervously.


    She tried to smile, but it faltered as soon as Song Sheng turned his back to her. She then followed him into the building. He took her to his office. "Wait here," he said. "I have to do something quickly before we go home." Qian Meigui nodded, granting him a crooked smile.


    Song Sheng left the office. She decided to go on her Weibo to kill time as she waited for him.


    After some time, she heard someone slip into the room, shutting the door behind them. She glanced up thinking it was Song Sheng. It was Yu Qingge. Qian Meigui took a deep breath, bracing herself.


    "Hello, Miss Song Mei," Yu Qingge greeted.


    Qian Meigui imagined Song Ren was here with her. She needed strength. "Why are you here, Miss Yu?" she asked her, unkindly.


    "I came to see how well you are," she stated with a spider smile.


    "Cut the shit," Qian Meigui began. "What do you want?"


    "I didn''t know you were a shrew," Yu Qingge responded, maintaining her composed smile.


    Qian Meigui snickered. "I''m a lawyer. It''s my job dealing with bitches like you," she responded.


    Yu Qingge laughed. "Is that how you behave when you''re f.u.c.k.i.n.g your brother?"


    Qian Meigui chuckled. She and Song Sheng haven''t gone all the way yet. She then approached her purse, to take out the printed images from the envelope. She placed it in front of Yu Qingge''s face.


    "There''s no way you can identify the person in the photo. It only has the back of the head of the male in this photo and side profile of the female. This couple could be anyone," she stated. "You have no proof."


    Yu Qingge snickered. "Well, I know that you''re not a Song. Who are you?"


    "I am Song Mei," Qian Meigui responded, straightening her posture, keeping her face stern.


    "I will expose you," Yu Qingge seethed through her teeth. "Once I find out the truth."


    Qian Meigui rolled her eyes in response.


    "Break up with him. Otherwise, this will go everywhere," Yu Qingge threatened while snatching the photo from Qian Meigui and lifting it.


    "Why?" Qian Meigui responded, her voice softening. "He''s your boss. If you try to do anything against him or me, you will end up losing millions of yuan, and you''ll be blacklisted. Just think for a moment. Are you stupid for jeopardizing your career?" She asked Yu Qingge.


    Yu Qingge thought momentarily. Her twisted face turned into a contemplative expression. Yu Qingge appeared to be defeated. She then turned her heel and headed out of the office, vanishing.


    Qian Meigui noticed the recorder in between Yu Qingge''s tucked blouse and skirt. That is why she didn''t mention any names during their entire conversation. The evidence Yu Qingge was trying to uphold; she didn''t get it. Before her father died, Qian Shanyuan told her always to anticipate someone''s next move and their motives, and she would never lose.


    Qian Meigui went on her phone, pretending to be on Weibo. Soon after, Song Sheng returned. "I''m finished. Are you ready to go?" he asked. Qian Meigui glanced up at him, pretending she didn''t notice his arrival. She feigned, feeling startled, "Ah, yes. I am ready." She then grabbed her purse and followed him out of the office. She met Yu Qingge''s gaze on the way out before locking Song Sheng''s forearm with hers.


    Song Sheng was shocked. But the contact between them seemed innocent. Although, Qian Meigui was looking behind them at Yu Qingge. She won''t give him up quickly due to empty threats.


    Song Sheng and Qian Meigui walked towards the elevator with their arms locked. Inside, he glanced at her with a soft smile. Qian Meigui smiled back genuinely with the softness of her face. She did not want to worry him over something as trivial as this. If she were to get Yu Qingge fired, she might try to dig further into her past, which is something that could be even worse.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng went home. She tried to empty her mind off things when they received a surprise visit from Song Ren.


    She walked into the apartment floor announced. "There you are," Song Ren said, raising her hands for emphasis. "Finding you is nearly impossible. But why are you always hanging out with Sheng?" Song Ren gave her an inquisitive stare. Qian Meigui felt like she was a good investigator, but Song Ren was someone that could get someone spilling their deepest, darkest secrets in moments.


    "Things haven''t been the same at home since you left. And Song Rui is always throwing a fit," she lied. But Song Ren appeared to have bought it.


    "All right." She began. "Well I am no longer the president of Song Corporation," she said.


    Qian Meigui''s heart sunk. "I''m sorry," she responded. But Song Ren didn''t look upset. "Don''t worry. All I need is you and the law firm to win." Song Ren lifted Qian Meigui''s hand, "Win me back my company. Both of them," Song Ren pleaded. Qian Meigui met her sister''s stare. "I''ll do my best," she said.

 Chapter 94 - Courthouse (1)

    Qian Meigui spent the next few weeks on consultations with Sun Group, Su Feng, and the lawyers of Wen law firm about the case. Qian Meigui realized this was the most significant case of her career to date, and if she won, Su Feng and Song Ren would not only get their jobs back, they could be together.


    The pressure was on her, but she was born for this. Her mother may have been a scientist, but she had more of the lawyer in her. It was Qian Shanyuan that was at home most of the time, reading over court doc.u.ments, lifting her on his lap, as he explained to her the meaning of law and justice.


    She remembered reading legal terms by syllables, not knowing what the words meant, but she felt proud to say them out loud in his presence. Her mother, Aiguo, would come home after a busy day at the lab, but she would tell her about the projects they were working on, thinking that she wouldn''t be able to comprehend the complexity of science. But she listened and tried to resonate it in her mind.


    Now, she was a law representative of one of the most profitable pharmaceutical industries; something that involves both the professions of her parents and she was proud of it.


    Qian Meigui woke up to Song Sheng sitting on an armchair, watching her. She flushed immediately. He looked at her with soft, narrow eyes, a gentle gaze. "What are you doing?" she asked him. Song Sheng laughed. "I was waiting for you to wake up," he said. Qian Meigui smiled, propping herself against the bed headboard. She glanced over at the clock of the nightstand. "Shoot," she said anxiously, as she felt like she woke up late. "I have to go home and change quickly."


    Song Sheng shook his head. He then nodded towards his closet. Qian Meigui raised an eyebrow, puzzled. She then shuffled from the covers and slowly approached the closet. She opened the dresser doors and found a rack of women''s clothing. She looked at the clothes in awe. She brushed her fingertips across the apparel, mesmerized. As a daughter of an elite, she had grown accustomed to expensive, mundane things. But the fact that Song Sheng had purchased these and placed them in his closet insinuated something higher than items. It meant living together.


    Qian Meigui never brought many of her things because she was afraid the family would notice; so, she kept her stuff at home and only bringing essential items to leave in his apartment.


    She glanced over at Song Sheng with watery eyes, when he rose suddenly approaching her. He then reached out for a blouse, pencil skirt, and a blazer, her size, to wear at court.


    She loved the design of her clothing, but she noticed that it was a matching set for his clothes. Qian Meigui blushed. She doubts that anyone would see the identical women and men''s match. Therefore, she felt warm.


    "Why the matching clothes?" she asked him.


    "I am going to watch you," he said.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted. "You''re coming?" she asked, "But these legal proceedings could be rather boring for onlookers."


    "Mhm," Song Sheng responded, "But if it''s my girlfriend that is doing most of the talking, then I rather would like to watch it," he said as he smiled. Qian Meigui reddened immediately. Her heart felt like she couldn''t take it. Even after dating him for months, she still felt fl.u.s.tered like the time she realized she was falling in love with him.


    While holding her new clothes, she reached up to give Song Sheng a peck on the lips before retreating, going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.


    Inside, she changed, placing on some light makeup. She glanced at herself at the mirror, inhaling deeply, reciting who she was, using her real name, in her head.


    She got out of the bathroom where Song Sheng was still waiting for her. Together, they left the apartment, heading to the courthouse.


    She met Wen Zhaohui; even Zhong Liu came to support the firm for their case.


    Su Feng and Song Ren arrived. Song Ren went to join Song Sheng at the benches, while Su Feng was with Qian Meigui at the plaintiff stand.


    Song Ren raised a brow at Song Sheng. "Why is that you seem like a fan of Mei, but you don''t do that for me?" she pretended to whine, crossing her arms.


    Song Sheng rolled his eyes "because no one wants to listen to someone so bossy." Song Ren gasped slightly, punching him at the side of his arm, they both chuckled. "Thank you for coming," she said, not looking at him directly. She felt like she couldn''t watch alone since she was not going to participate in the case. Song Sheng grabbed her hand, "We''re here for both Mei and Feng," he said. Song Ren granted him a grim smile, nodding. They let go, their eyes focused on the people they loved the most.


    Qian Meigui shook her nerves, exhaling deeply. She could see Song Sheng from the audience; she smiled at him while Song Ren wasn''t looking, he raised his hand, crossing his fingers together, granting her some good luck. She began to feel better.


    In the defendant stand, Su Guiren and some other members arrived, and the tension arose. But she felt the adrenaline radiating across her body like electricity.


    Qian Meigui spoke to Zhong Liu and Wen Zhaohui quickly before the court adjourned.


    Qian Meigui stood straightened while the others were sitting down next to Su Feng. Qian Meigui had gotten used to being a defender, and now she was on the plaintiff''s side.


    Three judges sat at the podiums; this was no ordinary, simple case.


    This case will either make or break her, and she was ready for it.


    "This case is something I''ve never seen or witnessed before. A divided family was disputing over Sun Group. The results could either bring down the company or we will find that both the plaintiff and defendant will walk away to a more privatized court. This is a public court of law; therefore, we will not focus on the ownership rights of the company, but whether which members have done to the public," said the judge who sat in the middle. "Understand?" she directed that towards everyone involved. Qian Meigui nodded.

 Chapter 95 - Courthouse Part (2)

    "Then we shall proceed," the judge dismissed. "Miss Song Mei, can you step forward and present the case: Su vs. Sun Group?" asked the judge.


    Qian Meigui nodded. She placed down her notes on the table, not needing them. She prepared for this, for weeks.


    Qian Meigui stepped forward. "I am representing Mr. Su Feng. The plaintiff accused the defendant, Sun Group, for illegal and fraudulent activity."


    The Judge stared at her with the eyes of a hawk, face unfriendly, neutral. But Qian Meigui did not waver. The Judge then glanced over at the representative of Sun Group, "do you deny the accusation?" she asked coldly.


    "The defendant, Sun Group, denies the claims and we have evidence," their attorney said.


    Qian Meigui breathed in a sharp breath. Their attorney was one of the smartest lawyers she''s heard before. He had a doctorate in criminology.


    He stepped forward to the three judges, bringing them doc.u.ments of audits from every year Su Guiren had been working there. The judges gripped their glasses, observing them diligently. Qian Meigui waited.


    It felt like a long wait as they read the pages. Then the middle judge, their leader, glanced up at Qian Meigui. She raised the doc.u.ments, "these conflict Mr. Su''s accusations against Sun Group." Qian Meigui''s eyes widened. "May I see them?" she asked.


    The judges glanced at each other, sputtering amongst themselves. "You may," said one of the others.


    Qian Meigui approached them, swiftly picking up the doc.u.ments. Her eyes darted back and forth on the flawless pages and accounts. She then approached Zhong Liu and Wen Zhaohui coolly, showing them the records. They skimmed through, eyeing her as they finished and sighing. Qian Meigui nodded. She had searched through Su Feng''s audits before and it matched theirs, but the issue was there some subtle inconsistencies.


    Qian Meigui looked through the audits again. She highlighted some of them and gave it back the judges. When they observed the doc.u.ments once more, one of them said, "Miss Song brought to my attention that wire and securities fraud may be involved with the audits; possible forgery may be involved as well. We will be in recess until we can identify the relations," the judge said.


    Qian Meigui loosed a breath. Wen Zhaohui patted her on the back for what she''d done.


    During recess, Qian Meigui went outside to take a breather. Song Sheng stepped to her side, smoking.


    "How are you holding up?" he asked her.


    Qian Meigui smiled at him, "as good as I can be."


    "You''ll do great," he said. He reached out to ruffle Qian Meigui''s hair. Qian Meigui stretched out like a cat, grasping his hand quickly, brushing their fingertips before she rose. She then stepped into the courthouse again, speaking to the legal team. Song Sheng proceeded to smoke.


    An hour later, the recess was over.


    The judges returned, and everyone settled in their seats. The chief judge addressed Sun Group, "According to the audit sent by the Wen legal team, we have confirmed that there is some fraudulent activity involved. But it is not enough to criminally indict the defendant''s; therefore, they can fix the inconsistencies by providing compensation for fixing their mistake, and pay the legal fees involved."


    Su Guiren smiled smugly, eyeing Qian Meigui, then glancing towards Song Ren. Song Ren''s face twisted with disgust. Song Sheng didn''t reveal any emotions. Even Su Guiren''s lawyer smiled smugly with a wickedly cruel smile.


    Qian Meigui loosed a breath as she heard others sighing in defeat. The case was about to be dismissed quickly, when Qian Meigui blurted out, "I would like to bring forth some evidence of another criminal offence."


    The judges raised a brow before nodding. Qian Meigui went to collect a folder of doc.u.ments she carried when Zhong Liu bent down and whispered, "What are you doing?"


    "Just watch," Qian Meigui assured him.


    Qian Meigui had prepared for all types of scenarios. She undermined Sun Group by focusing on the fraudulent activities involved in the audits, diverting their attention for the real case she was about to bring. It was a gamble, but she was willing to risk it.


    "I have here," she said as she raised her files, "Evidence pertaining the unethical aspects that were run by Su Guiren''s medical department." She passed the folder to the judges. "If you notice here," she points at the batches of medicine from one of the facilities. "The medication created are raw, untested; and therefore, sold on the shelves due to earning quick revenue. Moreover, while these medicines still contain the ingredients accepted by the Health Department, it was purposefully contaminated to bring them to their local hospitals, which are also owned by Sun Group."


    Qian Meigui looked towards the audience, her back straightened; her chin held up high. "While this was happening. Some of the other medical facilities were selling drugs that contained side effects, while these effects are common and subtle, it prompted them to buy different types of manufactured drugs for obtaining more money from consumers. Regardless, it made people sicker, rather than helping them."


    Qian Meigui knew that by bringing this up, Sun Group would receive a hefty fine, but it would also not criminally charge them, which is what she wanted. The further she can bring down the reputation, the more Su Guiren would be more pressured to resign.


    Su Guiren no longer appeared to be smug, nor did his lawyer, or any of the others.


    After she said her peace, the judges then said, "No one will get criminally charged. But we will be charging Su Guiren and the Chief financial officer of Sun Group on the accounts of fraudulent activity, stealing money, and harming the public by not meeting the ethical standards. Case dismissed."


    The judges rose, and Qian Meigui felt dazed. Did she win?


    She didn''t hear Su Feng approach her when he lifted her into the air, twirling her around. When he dropped her down, Song Ren ran up and embraced her hard.


    "You did it!" she said to her.


    Still dazed, Qian Meigui responded, "I didn''t do anything. There is no guarantee that Su Feng will win back his company."


    Song Ren smiled at her brightly, "But you gave us a chance," she said.


    Qian Meigui felt excitement roil in her body. Song Sheng then approached her, maintaining his composure. She felt like wrapping her arms around him, but instead, they flashed each other a playful smile.


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    Yu Qingge hired a private investigator to follow Qian Meigui and Song Sheng. He snapped photos of their movements, liaisons, and other such places they''ve been: mainly his apartment.


    He dug some research on the Song family records; there was an inconsistency; as there was no medical record of Yang Rei birthing a girl between her eldest daughter, Song Ren, and the twins she had after.


    What''s more strange was she only appeared in the family records, eleven years after her alleged birth.


    Yu Qingge went to meet him. "Did you find anything?" she asked him.


    The investigator rolled his eyes. "It took me weeks," he began. "None of this was easy and very much illegal."


    "I''m paying you a lot of money, so don''t back out now. What do you have?"


    The private investigator provided her with a photo. Yu Qingge ripped it from his hand eagerly. It was a photo of a young girl with her two parents. "Her real name is Qian Meigui," said the private investigator.

 Chapter 96 - Celebration

    The entire team went to Su Feng''s house for a celebration, chanting Qian Meigui''s name. Song Sheng lifted Qian Meigui and placed her over his shoulders, whistling with excitement. To them, it looked like a brother cheering on his sister for her accomplishments, but Qian Meigui was inwardly very happy.


    He kept parading around the house with her as if she was some special prize. Afterwards, Song Sheng let her down when others arrived at the house, including Yang Minzhe, the twins, and some friends from Sun Group that supported Su Feng''s claim. The house was beginning to crowd around, and the atmosphere turned lively.


    While everyone was talking to each other at the house, laughing and exchanging jokes, Song Ren and Su Feng ordered food, and they opened their large liquor cabinet, passing drinks along to everyone.


    As the afternoon went on, Su Feng received a call from his father.


    "Wen Zhaohui contacted me," his father said by way of greeting.


    Su Feng did not respond.


    "Since this a public investigation, it will hit the news about what Su Guiren has done."


    Su Feng continued to listen.


    Su Liang sighed over the phone. "You will take over the company again as the CEO," he said.


    Su Feng nearly dropped his phone. "What?" he asked, but his father had already ended the call.


    Song Ren then approached him from behind, "What''s wrong?" she asked with a grim expression as Su Feng, who appeared to be dazed. "I''m...I''m..." he was at a loss for words. Song Ren grew worried, "spit it out," she said.


    "My father promoted me to CEO," he said, quite not believing it himself. Song Ren''s eyes widened. They stared at each other, momentarily stunned, afraid that if they touched something would go wrong. But Song Ren wasn''t sure if she moved first or him, but they gravitated towards each other like magnets.


    Su Feng lifted Song Ren in his arms as she bent down to kiss him on the lips in front of everyone. Some people gaped in surprise; others smiled, Yang Minzhe whistled.


    In front of everyone else, besides their families, they never confirmed their relationship. Song Ren was Long Huojin''s fianc¨¦e publicly for a quite some time, and no one knew about her previous engagement with Su Feng. But everyone was aware of Song Ren''s "cheating," scandal, but no one particularly cared.


    Su Feng let her down after passionately kissing her in front of everyone. Song Ren smiled up at him.


    Su Feng began to tap his wine glass to get everyone''s attention.


    The chatter lowered, and people slowly snapped their heads towards them. Su Feng wrapped his arm around Song Ren''s waist. "Thank you guys for coming at such short notice."


    Yang Minzhe was cheering from the floor. Everyone else was either sitting on the couches, standing, or sitting on the floor. Qian Meigui was seated next to Song Sheng on the sofa as he had his arm rested on the headboard of the couch, not touching her. It looked like he was stretching his arm out, but in reality, he wanted an excuse to be close to her without people questioning it. They both paid attention to Su Feng and Song Ren.


    Su Feng looked at every face, but when he caught Qian Meigui''s eye, he raised his glass at her. Qian Meigui smiled.


    When he lowered his glass, he announced, "Song Ren and I are engaged. We want to invite everyone here to join us for our wedding," he said. Song Ren flushed, burying her head in his chest. Everyone in the house clapped and cheered them on, more whistling in the background.


    Song Jinyi stood up, popping open a bottle of champagne, "Let''s celebrate!" she said before clumsily pouring champagne in Song Jun''s glass, accidentally spilling some on him. Qian Meigui had to turn away, covering herself from laughing at them. But as she turned to her side, Song Sheng was looking at her intensely, staring incessantly.


    She felt compelled to meet his gaze. Qian Meigui rested her head on the upper cushions of the couch, staring back at him. His long eyelashes fluttered caressed his cheeks as he looked at her deeply. Qian Meigui glanced around the room, but everyone else was engrossed in their conversations, drunk. She then turned back to face him in their staring contest.


    "Are you happy?" he asked her. Qian Meigui thought momentarily. For years she questioned her happiness. It was hard to say. She missed her parents to this day. They left a hole in her heart that did not entirely heal, but the pain felt numb. If it weren''t for Song Sheng, she would have hesitated, but she already knew the answer. "Yes," she said with a smile. It''s true, she was happy.


    Song Sheng smiled back, revealing his one-sided dimple. His gaze deepened again. Qian Meigui then mouthed to him, without a sound, ''I love you.'' It stunned him, as his cheeks tinted red. He gritted his teeth, turning away from her. They then heard laughing from the floor, where Song Jinyi rested. "Haha!! You''re so red Sheng. Are you that drunk?" she asked, slurring her words. Song Jun chuckled next to her, teasing him. Qian Meigui joined in on the laughter.


    But Song Sheng shot her an ''I''ll deal with you later,'' look which made her blush too. Soon after, Song Ren and Su Feng hopped on the empty seats next to Song Sheng and Qian Meigui.


    Seeing them, Song Jinyi asked, "So when''s the wedding?"


    Song Ren and Su Feng glanced at each other, smiling. "We want to get married after I graduate from school," she said. Song Ren has yet to complete her studies, but she was almost finished; she only had a few months left.


    It made sense why they wanted to wait until graduation. Song Ren would want to celebrate the rest of their lives together after she finished what she needed to do for the company.


    "Sheng," Song Ren called out suddenly. Song Sheng snapped his head towards them. Song Ren patted Su Feng''s hand. "We were wondering. Well, I was wondering if you would like to be my best man?" he asked him. Song Sheng was surprised. Su Feng continued, "If it weren''t for what you did for Song Ren, we wouldn''t have ended up together. And I want to thank you," he said. Song Sheng''s usually reserved face softened. He nodded, "It would be my honour," he said.


    Song Ren smiled widely. "And Mei," she began. Qian Meigui glanced up at her. "You have to be my maid of honour. Who else could it be?" she said, laughing, tearing up. Qian Meigui''s lips parted before she pounced on Song Ren, hugging her. "Oh, yes. It will be fun!" she said. Qian Meigui began to tear up too, and the girls wiped each other''s tears.


    After they finished crying happy tears, Su Feng rose with Song Ren and left to get some privacy. Song Jinyi and Song Jun fell asleep on the floor, and the people around them were either leaving or the house or going out for a smoke.


    Song Sheng glanced around the room as he leaned close to her. "Do you know what they say about the best man and maid of honour?" he asked. Qian Meigui shivered; of course, she knew.


    She turned to face him, puffing up her cheeks.


    "Let''s go," he said sincerely. Qian Meigui shivered again, gooseflesh bumping on her arms; she couldn''t resist his charm.

 Chapter 97 - She Must Be Hiding

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    Song Sheng drove Qian Meigui back to his apartment; they kept smiling at each other and stealing glances. It had been a while since they felt genuine happiness, despite their time together exploring bliss.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng did not drink that much; therefore, they went upstairs to have a late-night meal where Song Sheng cooked for her. He popped open a bottle of wine, placing it in the pan he was preparing it in, and he passed it to her. Qian Meigui poured the rich wine into glasses, and they drank it ultimately.


    Song Sheng picked her up, gazing up at her. "You did so well today," he began genuinely, "You''re so perfect. How could I be so lucky?" he asked and admitted.


    Qian Meigui looked down on him, gazing at his perfect lips. Her eyes turned deep and dark, with only her sights on him.


    "Perhaps I''m the lucky one," she said, and she meant it.


    Song Sheng held her head as he kissed her on the lips. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss, tightening the gaps. They left no space between their bodies.


    They opened their mouths widely; their tongues circled, twirling until they were breathless. Qian Meigui m.o.a.ned against his lips, trying to breathe, but wanting to kiss him more at the same time. Her sweet sounds enticed him.


    They kissed each other clumsily, their lips tasting the tasty alcohol. Song Sheng moved to the dining table, where he laid her body down. Qian Meigui panted breathlessly, her cheeks red from drinking and their passion. Song Sheng gazed down at her, appreciating her beauty.


    Song Sheng slipped her pencil skirt swiftly, revealing her crimson lace underwear. Qian Meigui bit her lip in anticipation. Song Sheng smiled, embedding the sight of her in his mind. But just when Song Sheng was about to remove the rest of her clothing. He felt her hand over the bulge of his pants.


    "Heh," she chuckled slightly. "I knew it. You''re already hard," she said in a teasing manner.


    Song Sheng''s gaze darkened; his throat tightened. "Mhm," he responded. "Just the sight of you is enough to stir me awake," he breathed.


    Qian Meigui was tired of their back and forth; she reached up to kiss him recklessly. He tightened his grip around her slim waist. Song Sheng''s hand began to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.ts from underneath her blouse, snaking down to the stomach, then h.i.p.s, all the way down to her slender thighs. Instead of removing her underwear, he glided his hand underneath, entering her with his two longest fingers. She gasped; her chest rose.


    Song Sheng propped his forearm above her head as he gazed at her while pleasuring her. He leaned down to kiss her fiercely, taking her breath away. Qian Meigui wrapped her arms around his neck. She broke the kiss, trying to breathe, m.o.a.n, and pant. As the climax began to reign out of her body, she bowed over his shoulder, grabbing onto him with all her strength. Qian Meigui cried out as she came.


    Qian Meigui panted, regaining her breath. Some of her clothes were on, dishevelled and torn. "Was this what you intended?" she began. "Buy me new clothes only to tear them apart?" she asked breathlessly. Song Sheng flashed her a sly smile.


    Qian Meigui gritted her teeth, straightening her clothing as she jumped off the kitchen table. He approached him. "Did you know that it''s bad for the environment to trash clothing?" She told him.


    Song Sheng grinned. "We can mend it," he said, his voice husky. Qian Meigui then turned him around, dropping to her knees, unbuckling the belt of his pants, freeing him. Song Sheng staggered back, grabbing onto the edges of the table.


    She gazed up at him as he looked down at her with a darkened gaze. She was still slightly embarrassed that he was watching, but yet, she grabbed his length abruptly licking him all over slowly before he took control. "Sorry," he said.


    Qian Meigui was puzzled as to what she was talking about until he began to move into her mouth quickly. She tried to catch up to his speed, sucking him. She throated him deeply as he held onto her hair. She knew he was about to come when he started saying her name followed by a "F.u.c.k. F.u.c.k."


    When he finished, she rose, unsteadily, swallowing. She nearly fainted until he caught her.


    Song Sheng carried Qian Meigui to his bathtub, washing and cleaning her up. He went back to the kitchen, flicking off the stove. He burnt their meal.


    Song Sheng kept apologizing that he lost control. She shook her head at him with a soaked cloth on her forehead. "Don''t be sorry," she began. "I would do anything to hear you call my name." It stunned him that he didn''t realize it.


    Song Sheng typically calls her Mei, Xiao Mei, or Mei Mei. But he called out her full real name out loud as he came. He called her Qian Meigui.


    --


    Now that Yu Qingge had her real name, she searched up ''Qian Meigui,'' and she was puzzled at what she found. There were many articles regarding the accidental deaths of the Qian family, including their daughter. She was surprised to find out that she came from a prestigious family of scholars - lawyers and doctors and all.


    There was a photo of extended family members of the Qian family mourning the three deaths.


    Three? Yu Qingge wondered. In the article, one of the victims included (Qian Meigui).


    So her real family doesn''t know she''s still alive?


    Yu Qingge searched for the Qian family. Indeed. She was confirmed dead by the Rui Hospital Institute, named after the founder, Song Rui, and they mourned her along with Qian Shanyuan and Qian Aiguo.


    She then found the contact details of some of her family. Yu Qingge snickered. She knew she couldn''t outwardly expose Qian Meigui, but what happens if her real family found out? It was clear that she must be hiding. But from who exactly?

 Chapter 98 - Reminder

    Song Ren sat up from the bed after a long night of partying and celebrating. She glanced at the occupied space next to her, where Su Feng was sleeping peacefully, flat on his stomach, his golden locks spilling over his eyes. A pillow propped his head; he rested arms stretched underneath the pillow. Song Ren could see the beauty marks on the skin of his back. She smiled to herself as she rose out of bed to put on clothes.


    After she finished changing, she left the room quickly, not trying to wake him. She still had to talk to her father, privately.


    Song Ren called the house in advance. Her mother informed her that Song Rui was home playing badminton with a few of his friends from the neighbourhood at the yard behind the pool.


    By the time she arrived, Song Rui was sitting on a pool chair, wearing casual clothing and sipping on Baijiu from a c.o.c.ktail glass.


    Song Ren approached him, sitting on the available chair next to him.


    "Father," she called out to him.


    Song Rui faced her, his expression gentle despite the harsh lines of his face.


    "Ren," he answered by calling out her name. "What''s the matter?" He continued.


    Song Ren looked at her father, smugly. "Su Feng re-gained his position and control of Sun Group."


    Song Rui looked at her, both their golden-brown eyes met before he nodded. "I see," he responded.


    Song Ren waited for him to say something more, but she knew that he had more pride than he wanted to admit. "I am going to marry him," she said.


    Song Rui raised a brow. "Is that so?"


    Song Ren grew impatient. "I will marry him whether you dislike it or not. I wanted to remind you that you wanted us to be together in the first place."


    Song Rui''s lips thinned into a tight line. "That was before¡ª"


    "Before what?" Song Ren didn''t let him finish. "Before you found out he was illegitimate? Does that even matter?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing.


    "I''m only doing what''s best for you. You''re my biggest girl," he said.


    Song Ren''s face softened despite being slightly upset. "But if you cared for me, then you will allow me to be happy," she said.


    "And does he make you happy?" Song Rui asked her.


    Song Ren smiled softly, looking at the soft ripples of the pool from the wind. "Yes, he does," she responded.


    Song Rui''s expression changed into something sincere that she rarely witnessed before. He took a sip of his drink from the c.o.c.ktail glass before he said, "Then I permit you to marry him," he said.


    Song Ren glanced at him with a slightly shocked and hopeful expression. Song Rui smirked, "and you can have the role back. I kept your seat warm for you."


    Song Ren smiled with gleaming teeth, approaching her father abruptly, embracing him. "Thank you," she whispered. It caught him off guard, but slowly, he patted her back. When they parted, he said again, "I only want what''s best for you."


    "I know," she said with a smile.


    Song Ren was about to leave when Song Rui said, "Wait. I need you to do something for me." He pulled out his keys were there was a USB drive attached to it. He removed the USB from his keys, passing it to her.


    "What is this?" she asked him.


    "This is something an old friend of mine was working on. I want you to synthesize this research and apply it to your future medical practices," he responded.


    Song Ren''s lips parted open. "You trust me with this?" she asked.


    Song Rui chuckled. "Who can do it better than you, Song Ren?"


    Song Ren''s lips curled before she turned walking away with the USB drive in her hand. The first thing she did with it was to hook up the data into her private computer at work. It took a few hours to download, but when she returned to it after working on other projects, she opened the files.


    Her eyes gaped when she realized it was the research of Qian Aiguo, one of the brilliant scientists her father worked with; and she was also the mother of Qian Meigui. Song Ren felt like she took a blast into the past. She had not heard that name in years, and she even grew accustomed to Qian Meigui being a Song, that she forgot she came from another family.


    As Song Ren continued to observe the data, she remembered Qian Meigui telling her that her parents were killed. But Song Ren didn''t believe her because Song Rui told her it was an accident. She wondered why the thought occurred to her suddenly, but as she continued to look, there was some cryptic pattern within the files. Song Ren felt puzzled and uneasy. So she decided that she would keep looking through it for however long it takes, and get Su Feng to help her since he''s better at deciphering computer code.


    --


    Qian Meigui finished her school exams when Song Sheng picked her up. He took her to eat at a restaurant where they ate and enjoyed themselves.


    They decided to take a stroll in the mid-afternoon down to the pier of the ocean where they sold seafood at the market stands. On their way, some fans stop Song Sheng to take a photo with him.


    Qian Meigui helped to take the photos. When they continued their stroll, she overheard them talking about how handsome and kind he is. Qian Meigui chuckled.


    They were in public together because they could be. It was nothing unusual for siblings to hang out or go shopping together. But they had to restrain themselves from affection; it was the only way. But she didn''t particularly mind; just spending time with him made her happy.


    Song Sheng stopped by one of the stands buying fish and crab tails from an older woman. He thanked her, and they walked away with some fried squid the lady placed in his hand. He gave some to her, and they devoured it before walking away.


    "Why did she give you some fried squid?" she asked Song Sheng.


    Song Sheng smiled. "She said that we make a lovely couple," he said.


    Qian Meigui smiled, and she was reminded of something suddenly.


    "What did that lady from that time we went grocery shopping months ago, tell you?" She asked him curiously.


    Song Sheng chuckled. "She told me that you had feelings for me. She said that she could tell. And that the reason why you denied it was most likely because I haven''t told you how I felt."


    Qian Meigui felt amazed. That woman was indeed something. She remembered that woman called them a handsome couple, but they weren''t dating, nor did they confess. It was a time of complicated and confusing feelings. But they were sure now that all they wanted was each other.


    After shopping at the seafood market, Song Sheng took Qian Meigui to pick out a dress for Song Ren''s upcoming engagement party. She was surprised that the shop owner was none other than Xue Guangli.


    Xue Guangli provided her many options and left the two of them alone in a private fitting at Song Sheng''s request. Xue Guangli didn''t think of anything from it, so she walked away and continued to do work elsewhere. But within the large fitting inside where there were chairs to sit on, Qian Meigui put on a show for him. Dressing and undressing in front of him without being shy, until he picked the right one that suited best for her.


    Song Sheng purchased the dress when Xue Guangli asked, "what''s the occasion?" Most clerks would ask that to make conversation with their clients. "My sister''s engagement party," said Qian Meigui.


    Xue Guangli smiled. Afterwards, they left the shop when Qian Meigui spotted a lovely flared lace white wedding dress. She glanced at it quickly before she frowned slightly, walking away. Song Sheng noticed.

 Chapter 99 - Formidable

    Song Ren told Su Feng the news about her father''s approval, and he was ecstatic.


    But to be formal, Su Feng visited Song Rui to ask for his permission.


    Throughout the meeting, Song Rui kept his fact tight and firm, intimidating, but the undertone of his voice held some warmth. Truthfully, Song Rui trusted the judgment of Song Ren¡ªas he always had¡ªbut that didn''t mean he would show it.


    "What do you have to offer my daughter?" Song Rui asked Su Feng.


    Before it used to be what Song Ren could offer him, since Su Feng''s company surpassed Song Corporation for years, but the tables have flipped. After months of working on projects, connecting with smaller industries, and collaborating with different teams¡ªSong Pharmaceuticals is now the number #1 company for modern medicine due to Song Ren''s efforts.


    Su Feng''s face was soft with a warm expression, like a type of longing engraved in the depths of his summer-blue eyes. "I offered her a chance to have some control of the company since the beginning. Decisions we make will be together ¡ª every collaboration, done with equal efforts. Not many women in the medical field are CEO''s; therefore, she will be the face next to me in executive meetings; nothing gets done without her." Su Feng paused to smile. "And if we have children, should she make that choice, as I won''t force her since she loves her work. Then both companies will go to the eldest child, and both legacies will merge into one that is formidable."


    Song Rui leaned back in his chair, his fingertips touching, forming a triangle. He nodded for approval without saying much of a word, as typical of Song Ren''s father. "Lastly, I will make her happier than she could ever think she would be," Su Feng said as his last words before leaving.


    Su Feng knew Song Ren better than anyone else. She was someone who would put her duty before her happiness, feeling like she never deserved it; feeling as if she never needed it. But since they had first seen each other at the mid-autumn festival years ago when he was in his school uniform, and she was too, with her youthful yet reserved expression; he knew that she was someone he needed to know, grasp, whether friend or foe.


    But in the end, they were lovers, which was more than he could ever hope for.


    After the meeting, Su Feng went home, returning to a slightly nervous Song Ren who also appeared to be unafraid. She was someone that never allowed herself to show some anxiety or fear, but as soon as she saw him, she smiled broadly, which was also something she rarely showed to anyone else.


    --


    Weeks passed.


    Song Ren showed Su Feng the USB drive she had received from her father. They both worked for days and night, going home together, working and eating while also preparing for their engagement party in between their busy schedules. For her last semester in school, Song Ren switched to online classes due to her hefty workload.


    Qian Meigui continued to study for the new semester while Song Sheng worked harder in his company. He worked long hours, coming home late. She would either sneak out of her home, not hiding from Song Rui, but Yang Rei and the twins. Most of the time, they never noticed any suspicions as there was a pattern. She would come home late and wake up early for ''School.''


    They tried to see each other despite their exhaustive days. But they looked forward to every day because they were together.


    Despite her anxiety, Qian Meigui felt calm when she was with him. There was no word or news from Yu Qingge. She felt some relief as time went by; she only focused on the two of them.


    It was the engagement party of Su Feng and Song Ren. Family members, those that counted, arrived at the party, followed by friends and colleagues. Everyone was dressed down for the event, and the mood was uplifting.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng arrived separately, meeting at the table assigned to them for seating.


    Qian Meigui wore a black off-shoulder strap, mermaid dress. Song Sheng picked it out, but she beamed when he chose it. She wasn''t one to wear black, afraid that it would wash out her skin, but it suited her figure, and it would match his clothes. Song Sheng wore all black with his dark shirt underneath his jacket, and black trousers, and like always it took her breath away.


    She looked at him, but not too long. He wasn''t looking at her, maintaining his nonchalant expression, but he would occasionally give her a side-eyed glance that was smooth and piercing, but quick, only for half a moment before he returned to whatever else was going about in the room as if there was no secret held between them.


    As they seated, Song Jinyi observed her dress. "You and Sheng are matching," she said innocently, not overthinking about it. Qian Meigui smiled, agreeing, and pretending that it was a mere coincidence. Afterwards, they waited for the party to begin.


    Song Ren and Su Feng held a public banquet. Their engagement was not only for love, but it was also a statement for other competing companies. Once they combine resources, it would become something nothing that most people had ever seen.


    As the reception went on, there was music and live entertainment, provided by courtesy of the CEO of Song Entertainment.


    There were a few words and toasts.


    Qian Meigui had been working on a pre-wedding gift for them for weeks. It took some time and digging, but she provided a slide show of the two of them from their early years in school. She was a year below Song Ren, but she remembered how the two blatantly hated each other, competing in everything. There were school photos of the two of them with their faces prepared to face each other in competitions; it made them laugh.


    At some point, Song Sheng grasps her hand underneath the table cloth without looking at her, paying attention to the slideshow. He ran his thumb over her palm with soothing strokes for no reason, other than to hold her. Qian Meigui smiled.


    The night went on, food, laughs, conversations and all.


    The lights dimmed to near darkness, where the light only shone at Su Feng and Song Ren participating in their first dance. Qian Meigui was happy for them. Song Ren''s face was soft and genuine; she showed everyone that she was delighted to be with him.


    Not long after, everyone else joined them to dance. Song Jinyi rose, taking Song Jun''s hand. They both went to the floor where Song Jinyi began to dance in front of enthusiastically, whereas Song Jun kept his hands in his pockets, moving awkwardly. But it encouraged Song Sheng.


    Song Sheng stood with one of his hands in his pants, the other extending for Qian Meigui''s hand. Qian Meigui glanced up at him, unbelieving and at everyone else. But family members were dancing with other family members; it was common if you didn''t come with a partner, that way anyone can participate.


    So, Qian Meigui took his hand without being shy or reserved. He held it until they went to the dance floor, the lights dimmed to the lowest setting. He let go so that they danced in front of each other as the upbeat music, laughing and enjoy themselves. But as the night mellowed, as well as the music, people approached each other carefully with a respectable distance. But Song Sheng and Qian Meigui weren''t being respectful, they invaded each other''s space, blending in with colleagues and friends. They held each other tightly; their faces were so close and daring that they felt compelled to gaze at each other, but not doing anything more as they moved and swayed.


    No one watched; no one noticed, at least that is what they thought.

 Chapter 100 - Unanticipated Reunions

    Song Sheng and Qian Meigui danced playfully, daring; they swayed, and she dipped back as she stared into his deep amber-topaz eyes. She was panting breathlessly as he guided her, her chest rising and falling as they held their gazes. But, they quickly composed themselves, afraid of getting lost in the moment.


    Once the new song started, they decided to return to their tables, waiting out the evening to be over. Every guest left by 3 A.M and Song Sheng and Qian Meigui chose to leave the banquet to go home. They were both red from the exciting evening and the kissing session they had in a private room from the hall.


    Song Sheng hung his arm around Qian Meiguis shoulders while his other hand held his jacket over his back. Qian Meigui held his waist with one of her arms, while her other hand held his hand from the arm that hung around her shoulders.


    They were at the entrance when they were going to walk out of the banquet. As they walked, Qian Meigui heard someone call out her name, her real name. "Qian Meigui?" said a familiar voice.


    Both Song Sheng and Qian Meigui froze on the spot, abruptly. But it was Song Sheng who guided her to keep walking without glancing behind them, making them move forward. Qian Meigui kept her head low as she continued to walk, but the voice said, "It''s me, Qian Hongli."


    Qian Meigui froze again. After all this time, why now? Why is he here?


    She gritted teeth before turning around sharply. But she was startled to see the man that resembled her father, and most importantly, her. She narrowed her gaze, "Who are you?" she asked him, though Qian Meigui knew who it was; she wanted confirmation.


    The man smiled, and it was the same one from the person she bumped into at the Long Banquet, without wearing his mask. "Is it you?" he asked, unbelieving.


    Song Sheng stepped to her side, grasping her hand protectively, reminding her that he was there. It gave her more courage. She then turned to face the man in front of them, the ghost of her past. "I asked who are you before I report you for harassment and stalking," she said to him. Qian Hongli appeared to be disheartened, "I''m sorry," he began. "I was just surprised since I couldn''t believe it was you the first time I had seen you. I thought you died with my brother and his wife all those years ago."


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened slightly. Was he her uncle? But it''s been so long since she had seen anyone from her father''s side.


    Qian Hongli continued, "I figured it could have been someone that happened to look like her. But then I received an anonymous email saying that you were with the Song family. I should have known; I should have checked," he said solemnly.


    Qian Meigui let go of Song Sheng''s hand, clenching her fingers together. She didn''t know what to think of it. It was too overwhelming. "Thank you, sir," she began. "But I am not interested in my extended family. If my parents didn''t trust me with any of them besides the Song family, then I am not interested. Good day," she said before turning, walking away with Song Sheng.


    "Wait," he called out desperately. He sprinted towards them, but Song Sheng blocked him in front of her, towering her uncle. Qian Hongli paused, reaching something from his pocket. He gave her his business card, "if you need anything, please contact me," he said before turning around and walking away from them.


    Song Sheng took Qian Meigui home to tell Song Rui about what happened.


    "You need to leave the city," Song Rui began. "If what you said was true, then Qian Hongli isn''t the first one to found out about you being alive. But I think he was the first one to know how to find you because of me, because of us."


    Song Rui kept running his fingers through his hair, mumbling some things to himself that were incomprehensible. Song Sheng and Qian Meigui glanced at each other worryingly.


    Qian Meigui felt terrible for causing so much trouble for them since she was young. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she said, "I''m not leaving."


    Song Rui furrowed his brows. "You have to," he responded with a demanding tone.


    "No," Qian Meigui began firmly. "If I run, I will abandon everything I have here. My whole life is in this city; running is for cowards."


    If this were another matter, Song Rui would have been impressed, but it made him worry even more.


    "Very well, then," he began. "But you have to stay home, no leaving after curfew and you have to come straight home from school," he told Qian Meigui.


    Qian Meigui thought for a moment, "But I¡ª" she was at a loss for words. What Song Rui also implied was that she couldn''t see Song Sheng, or meet with him outside of the mansion. It wasn''t safe.


    "All right," Song Sheng answered for her, looking towards Song Rui. Qian Meigui glanced at him worryingly. "But am I permitted to take her to and back from school?" Song Sheng asked Song Rui. His father rubbed the bridge of his nose, pinching the space between his brows, "Very well," he said.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng followed Qian Meigui into her bedroom, tucking her into bed, ensuring she was doing well. She didn''t want to separate from him, but he had to return to the apartment.


    After Song Sheng left her in her bedroom, he returned to The Wake Complex. Upon entering his space, he chucked off his shoes. Every inch of his apartment had something that belonged to her, whether it''s something new he bought her or something she picked up. Gradually it became an apartment for two people, bringing the once simple apartment into something lively, leaving behind her lingering scent.


    Song Sheng called his friend Rong Ming about helping him with something important. Rong Ming came from a military background, and in college, the two used to train before Song Sheng dropped out to pursue his career. He needed his friend to do him a favour.


    The next morning, Qian Meigui heard some chaos in the foyer of her home. In her pyjama''s, she ran down the staircase where she heard Song Rui arguing with some people. "You have no right to be in here!" she heard him say. "And you had no right to be hiding her from the family!" Another person responded.


    Qian Meigui was trembling in fear when a woman spotted her. Qian Meigui stilled. That woman looked exactly like her mother; she nearly fainted. She rubbed her eyes, knowing it wasn''t her. But still, it hurt. The woman approached her quickly, steadying her. Her eyes were soft and gentle, "Hello, Qian Meigui," she said. "I haven''t seen you since you were a child."


    Qian Meigui was shaking. She didn''t want to look at her, because it hurt to be reminded of someone she loved and lost. But she already knew who she was; it was the twin of Qian Aiguo, her aunt.


    Her aunt looked at her worryingly, but Qian Meigui refused to look at her. Memories flooded her mind. The blood. Their pale white faces, lifeless and stiff. It was too much.


    Then her aunt stood up to yell at Song Rui, "Is this taking care of her?" she heard her scream. But Qian Meigui felt disoriented, and slowly she drifted into darkness.

 Chapter 101 - Im Sorry (1)

    Qian Meigui woke up in a familiar room; it was the very place that she felt safest; it was Song Sheng''s bedroom in his apartment. Her head hurt from the amount of sleep she had.


    The window of his bedroom was open. It was nearly nightfall. The curtains swayed, as well as the front strands of Song Sheng''s jet-black hair. He was sleeping on an armchair next to the bed, sitting up with his arms crossed. Qian Meigui smiled slightly as she reached out to grab his hand, stirring him awake.


    Song Sheng''s almond-shaped eyes lidded open, his expression held some exhaustion and relief. She then pulled him, nudging him to join her. Song Sheng smirked, but he went under the covers, caressing her head, running his fingers through the strands of her hair.


    "What happened?" she asked him.


    "You fainted," he responded, stroking her head.


    Qian Meigui exhaled deeply; she hoped that what happened that morning was a dream. But what he told her confirmed that it wasn''t. "How did I end up here?" she asked him. Song Sheng paused, propping himself up with an elbow, gazing at her.


    "You were at the hospital," he began. "But I asked Song Ren to discharge you, and I snuck you out while you were still sleeping. Your family was waiting for you, but I didn''t want them to bother you until you were ready," he said sincerely.


    Qian Meigui was grateful. She felt so overwhelmed within such a short time that she wasn''t sure what to do. But without their knowledge, Song Sheng stole her away; she felt warm.


    "You were dehydrated and only needed more rest," he said to her. "Which is why I brought you here instead of home."


    Qian Meigui looked out the window, where the sky changed colour, deepening into an indigo-blue. Qian Meigui turned back to face him once more appreciatively. Since it was late and neither of them was tired, the two decided to stay up watching films. They wanted to forget their troubles and worries by spending time with each other, even if it were small things that they were doing. But in the middle of the movie, Song Sheng told her, "Do you know how they would find you" he asked.


    Qian Meigui froze. She felt terrible for not bringing up the person she suspected. She glanced up to him, but his face darkened. He resembled a brewing storm, ready to destroy anything in its path, but his anger did not direct towards her.


    "Umm...It was Yu Qingge," she told him cautiously. Song Sheng gazed into her eyes with a complicated expression. He shook his head; his lips twitched as if hearing her name was venomous, poisoning to the ears. But after a moment, he said, "I saw her coming out of the office while you were in there, and my office camera showed me that you two were speaking, but I could not hear a word. But I suspected."


    Qian Meigui was puzzled. "Then why did you not tell me?" she asked. Song Sheng gave her a perplexed look as if he could ask her the same question. She then pouted when he chimed, "I didn''t say anything because I didn''t do anything, yet." Qian Meigui raised a brow. His face maintained a lethal expression as if he promises some imminent doom; she shivered.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted, her eyes gaped. What did he mean by that? Song Sheng read her face very well, answering her unspoken question. "She''s oblivious of my knowledge about anything, but that makes it better when she gets what she deserves," he said darkly.


    Song Sheng felt her shiver again, so he rubbed her arms, thinking she was cold. Qian Meigui chuckled, snuggling into his embrace by leaning against him as they continued to watch their movies. They both embraced until Song Sheng they fell asleep again.


    The next morning, Qian Meigui purposely woke earlier than him. She brushed a gentle kiss on his lips when a tear slipped from her eyes. "I''m sorry," she spoke softly before she rose without stirring him awake. Song Sheng continued to sleep before she slipped out of the apartment quietly.


    She exhaled deeply, her heart aching and clenching. She walked, not to the mansion, but to the outside barriers of her home where someone she did not know waited. "Hello," she said to the man.


    It turned out he was a butler for the Lin family, her mother''s maiden name. He drove her to their home, with her permission, where an overwhelming feeling and a large, old-fashioned, traditional house that screamed old money welcomed her.


    She walked in when others welcomed her home. Her aunt, Lin Anni, the twin of Qian Aiguo, formerly Lin Aiguo, waited for her in the living space of their home. The walls and furniture were the colour of deep burgundy, almost like dark red with matching divider screens. Most of the furniture and decorations were antique. Qian Meigui was afraid to touch anything since most of the interior had little contemporary furniture.


    Lin Anni granted her a gentle smile; she wore the practical clothing of a doctor. "Hello, Qian Meigui," she said to her. Qian Meigui gave her back a grim smile. But Lin Anni seemed to have read her attitude well. "My dear, I don''t want to scare you. You''ve had many frightful things happy in your life," she said gently. Lin Anni gazed at her, making sure that she felt more comfortable. "Come walk with me," she said, rising from her seat.


    Qian Meigui followed her out of the house where the brightness of the outdoors overpowered the low-lit house. They walked out to a beautiful garden where there were bushes and aisles of flower bushes and ones rooted to the ground. Children ran through the steps in between chasing each other. Qian Meigui had a surreal feeling, and she recalled this place as a child, perhaps when she was five years old.


    As they walked through the labyrinth of paths through the massive garden, Lin Anni said, "You know, it was devastating when we received the news of your parent''s untimely deaths, but most importantly, yours. You were only a child," she recalled solemnly. "How are you?" she asked her sincerely.


    Qian Meigui exhaled deeply, then breathing in the fresh air and scent of the garden. "I am well," she began. "The Song family took care of me, I can assure you," she said.


    Lin Anni''s lips twitched as if she wanted to curse them. "The Song family are nothing but self-righteous people who don''t do anything but meddle into other affairs." Qian Meigui paused, turning to face her aunt. Her hair was wavy and brown, like hers, like her mother. But the youthful face that she remembered wasn''t there. Lin Anni had eyebags that weighed her down, and wrinkles began to form despite her middle age, but she was still beautiful. Qian Meigui narrowed her eyes to look at her, "The Song family took care of me, and that''s all that should matter."


    Qian Meigui began to walk ahead of her when Lin Anni spoke behind her, "Song Rui robbed you from a real family, a real chance at your blood relatives. You are only grateful to him because he conditioned you into believing so. He''s an awful man who most likely killed your parents."


    Qian Meigui gritted her teeth. "My parent''s trusted Song Rui to take me in," she retorted. "Perhaps you could explain to me why they''ve made that decision? Why didn''t they trust neither the Lin''s nor the Qian''s?" she questioned.


    Lin Anni''s face appeared to be perplexed and puzzled. "Song Rui wiped your name and identity off the edge of the earth. How were we supposed to know you were alive? Also, you''re parent''s had always been in danger, on the run. It is no mistake that they would probably give you to someone unexpected. But that doesn''t make it right. Song Rui should have told us," she said to her firmly.


    Qian Meigui sighed, and Lin Anni composed herself. "I''m sorry," she began. "This is not how I wanted one of our first encounters to be. I''m angry and quite frustrated. You are the only thing that is left of my baby sister, and when I found out that you were with them. I was angry at Song Rui." Lin Anni is the older twin.


    Qian Meigui understood where she was coming from, but that did not assure the fact that she could immediately trust her. She just wanted more information, more details. She knew why her parents were murdered, but who killed them? She was still confused about everything and didn''t know what to think of it.


    "Is it all right if I stay here for a few days?" Qian Meigui blurted.


    Lin Anni smiled brightly, happily. "Of course," she said. "You can stay here as long as you like."


    --


    Song Sheng woke up, rising, startled. The woman he brought home did not greet him; his shirt was cold, not warm by her embrace. He searched and scoped out the entire apartment. She was gone.


    He tried to call Qian Meigui several times over the phone, but it went straight to voicemail.


    He called the main house, but Yang Rei informed him that she never came home.


    Song Sheng ran his fingers through his hair nervously.


    Where is she?

 Chapter 102 - Im Sorry (2)

    Song Sheng nearly went into a frenzy searching for Qian Meigui. He asked Song Ren, Rong Ming, and anyone he knew for help. They tried to track the Lin family, but even they were more low-profiled than the Song family.


    Song Ren was shocked to learn that Qian Meigui was found out, and she was even more furious that no one told her sooner.


    She went to Song Sheng''s apartment with Su Feng, where they found him smoking at the balcony, his hair wild, his clothes were wrinkled. Song Ren took the cigarette packet from his pocket. Su Feng thought she grabbed it to take it away from him, but he gaped in surprise when she took a stick and lit it herself. Her cheeks hollowed as she inhaled a drag. Song Ren tapped her foot nervously as she exhaled the smoke, glancing towards her older brother. "What''s going on?" she asked him.


    Su Feng didn''t press on why he never knew that she smoked; the matter regarding their missing sister was a priority. But he wasn''t sure why ''Song Mei'' was missing.


    Song Sheng sat the two of them down. He glanced towards Su Feng as if he was invading the conversation. Song Ren read his cue, but said, "He should know."


    Song Sheng thought for a moment before nodding. So they told Su Feng everything about the real identity of Qian Meigui.


    It took moments for Su Feng to register their words. Song Mei was Qian Meigui?


    Eh?


    He was dazed, pacing back and forth in the room. He then left them alone for a few moments to use the washroom. He returned with his phone, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. He held an article up about the tragedy of the Qian family. "She''s that little girl?" he question. He recalled Qian Aiguo being one of the most brilliant scientists, especially how he spent the last weeks studying her impeccable detailed work and discoveries.


    He searched up Qian Aiguo hoping she was alive so he could meet her and was disappointed to find that she had passed away with her family years ago.


    Song Ren nodded at him assuringly. Her face was still grim, but he was astonished.


    "So she''s not your blood sister?" he asked them.


    Song Sheng and Song Ren shook their heads.


    "I see," he said. It made sense. Qian Meigui didn''t look like any of them. He thought that perhaps she inherited recessive traits and that the others were mere copies of their father. But who knew? She wasn''t related to them at all, and they took care of her in the stead of her actual family.


    After Su Feng composed himself, Song Ren urged him to proceed with what happened.


    "Qian Hongli found us first, but soon after the Lin''s were informed and they came to find her. I think she went home. But in the footage, she went into a car, willingly. I''m not sure what''s going on," he finished.


    "How were they informed?" she asked.


    Song Sheng glanced at her. "Don''t worry about that. I know how to deal with them."


    Song Ren thought momentarily again. "Shouldn''t she be fine. I mean she''s with family?" she asked him.


    Song Sheng exhaled deeply, leaning back in his seat hopelessly. "We don''t know if they could be trusted," he began. "Her parents gave our father full guardianship, no one else. He even said that they haven''t been in contact with their own families for years. Why is that so?"


    Song Ren registered her words. "Shit. What are we going to do?"


    Song Sheng shrugged helplessly. "Father is trying to do everything he can."


    Song Ren extinguished her cigarette, lighting another from the pack. "What are you doing about it?" she asked him.


    Song Sheng straightened gazing into her depthless gold-brown ones, the same as his. "I have been taking extreme measures in tracking her down. But it''s hopeless. We can''t report her missing if she left willingly. No one kidnapped her. She left," he said sadly.


    Song Ren took another drag, placing her leg over her thigh. She then fidgeted with the cigarette between two of her fingers. She appeared to be afraid of something. "Sheng, I need to ask you something?"


    Song Sheng gulped. Her face darkened. Song Sheng was used to her dark antics, hell, she inflicted more fear amongst people than he could ever muster.


    "What is it?" he asked her.


    Song Ren didn''t look at him. "Are you two f.u.c.k.i.n.g?" she asked him.


    Song Sheng furrowed his brows. "What kind of question is that?" he questioned her, annoyed.


    Song Ren''s golden eyes dimmed, shooting up to meet his. "Tell me," she began. "Are you dating her?"


    Song Sheng met her inquisitive stare. He couldn''t deny her accusation. He took the cigarette pack from her, lighting a new one at his mouth. He breathed out smoke.


    "We haven''t done that if you''re curious," he began. Song Ren rolled her eyes. "But," he continued, "I am seeing her, romantically, that is."


    Song Ren nodded, her eyes widening, trying to register the words. Su Feng wasn''t surprised at all. Even though he found out the true relation of the family, the nature between Song Sheng and Qian Meigui, from what he''s observed, was more extraordinary and up to par with his relationship with Song Ren.


    Song Ren kept looking out in space, smoking her cigarette. Her eyes hollowed into vacancy, unbelieving, until she finally said, "I''ve suspected for quite some time, but I didn''t want to believe it," she said.


    Song Sheng hung his head low. He shouldn''t care about her opinion or anyone''s opinion with Qian Meigui. Song Sheng loved her. But he had forgotten that Song Ren considered Qian Meigui as a sister, not a friend, not anything less than family. He would forever be grateful to her for accepting Qian Meigui as one of them. Not many people would take a new sibling in their family. Most people are selfish, calling outsiders invaders. But Song Ren didn''t do that. Instead, she welcomed her after a few months of getting to know her. She wasn''t initially warm, but she gave her a chance, and the two became best of friends.


    "I''m sorry," he apologized to her.


    Song Ren inhaled a breath deeply as if she was close to losing air from shock and from the cigarette.


    "Let''s not talk about this now, but thank you for being honest." She didn''t meet Song Sheng''s eyes. "Our priority now is to find her."


    Song Sheng looked up at her astonishingly, nodding. He stood up to escort them out of the apartment, but without looking at him, Song Ren raised her palm at him, informing him not to approach her closely. She was still registering all this information.


    Her sister was missing, and furthermore, her brother was dating her. But she had to find her, and Su Feng would help her.


    She just needed time.


    --


    For two days, Qian Meigui began to understand the Lin family better. They were all intelligent and resourceful beings, but they are family-oriented.


    Many of her relatives treated her kindly, and their children already loved her. They kept insisting that she played with them. Since she had a lot of time in her hands, she got to speak to them and understand them.


    Most of the teenagers were aspiring doctors, nurses, and pharmacists.


    As the days continue to go by, she began to learn more about them, including Lin Anni.


    She even began using her full name again.


    "My name is Qian Meigui," she would introduce herself to them.


    --


    Song Sheng never stopped looking for her.

 Chapter 103 - Murder

    Song Sheng spent two weeks sleeping restlessly. Qian Meigui sent him one email with an IP address that came from a computer lab at a public centre, that anyone can use and log in. She told him that she was fine and not to worry.


    But how could he not?


    Nonetheless, he waited for some other sign from her, patiently. She had to be all right. She would tell him if she were not. Right?


    --


    Qian Meigui grew accustomed to the routine of the Lin household; they were her mother''s side of the family.


    She spent time with them over dinners, over going out together. She told them she was practicing law, and they were happy for her. Most of her time in the house was spending time with her little cousins, the family she never got to know.


    She wondered, why would her parents not want her to live this life? But she did not dwell on it for too long.


    Over lunch, the table was full of people. Lin Anni was sitting at the head of the table when she was trying to quit down her nieces and nephews. Her youngest nephew ran up to Qian Meigui, reaching up to his stubby arms, cueing her to carry him. She felt compelled to raise him because of how adorable he was.


    She held him on her lap. The child''s parents were the younger brother of Qian Aiguo and his wife who sat across her.


    After lunch, Lin Anni took her to a grocery store where they purchased enough food for the week. It took her a while to adjust to speaking with her aunt. It''s still tricky not looking at her without thinking of her mother. But she also remembered the twins Song Jinyi and Song Jun. They must be worried about her if Song Sheng had not told them by now.


    But she had to resolve her issues and to figure out the past and present. There were many things she did not know.


    She found out that her grandparent''s had long since passed away. She had many extended family members that she was distantly related to, but Lin Anni, her brother and his children were the only ones closely related to besides the Qian family she was not entirely sure of, either.


    Lin Anni owned many clinics; many companies and practitioners recognized her work. Her ex-husband was a former colleague she worked with before their divorce. But he also was a doctor from a prestigious university that worked alongside her and her mother before she left and married Qian Shanyuan.


    "I never forgave your mother for leaving without much of a word," Lin Anni said over the dinner table, casually.


    "Why did she leave?" Qian Meigui asked curiously since her aunt brought it up.


    "She married your father, and they moved. Your grandparent''s also thought that their marriage brought dishonour to the family. Your father was not known for his skill in law besides being friends with Song Rui."


    Qian Meigui understood. But that still doesn''t explain many things.


    "Were you close with my mother?" she asked.


    Lin Anni paused her meal, glancing up at her. "Of course," she said with a smile.


    Qian Meigui felt some relief.


    Most days she was bored, so Qian Meigui had learned to study each room and hall, and what each door led in every room. She walked into an old, neat room that appeared to be unused for years.


    She entered quietly, trying to prevent the door from squeaking as the hinges have not oiled in years. She then slipped into the darkroom. She found a candle nearby; she pulled matches out from her pocket. After days of studying each room, this was one of last she had not scoped out yet. She figured that she wouldn''t find anything in this room, but she wanted to give it a shot.


    The room lit dimly, but it was enough to seek things she needed to see in the room. There were boxes old, worn out, water-stained boxes that appeared to be sitting for years.


    It was easy to open them since they were falling apart, but she tried to keep it as preserved as possible; not making it evident that someone searched through them.


    There were textbooks of biomedical practices and manuscripts written by Lin Aiguo that has never got the chance of being published. Furthermore, there were old pictures of her in her younger years.


    She kept searching, but most of the boxes were full of assignments, school transcripts, first aid tools, and a stethoscope.


    It was hopeless.


    But at the corner of the near-empty room, there was a bookshelf with a slightly parted cupboard on the bottom. Qian Meigui approached the book-less shelves and bent down to reach down to open. She opened the box, but it full of books; she chuckled as she should have known. But she sat down on the dusty-cold floor.


    She began to see what particular books her mother like to read. She smiled to herself as she read the titles. Her mother was also into fiction and fantasy like her, but she was particularly more interest in the genre of true crime, Qian Meigui learned.


    As she kept taking out the books, she found a bookmark that stood out at one of them. It was a true crime novel about cold-cases, murder mysteries.


    Qian Meigui was not surprised; it is most common. But she opened the book to find a photograph of her parents smiling, standing next to Lin Anni and a few other people she did not know. But it puzzled her; Lin Anni told her that her mother ran away with Qian Shanyuan. But why are all of them in this photo together?


    She rose with the photograph towards the candle to view the photo with better lighting. As she looked through, she noticed one of the faces one of the acquaintances in the picture. Qian Meigui stumbled, trembling. Her hands shook uncontrollably; she began to pant nervously. She couldn''t believe it. Who the f.u.c.k was this man in the photo?


    But she recognized the face. It was a face she had seen in her nightmares for years.


    It was the man who killed them. At least one of them.

 Chapter 104 - Rush Hour

    Qian Meigui had to take deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.


    She quickly began to clean up the room as she heard a noise in the hall. She blew out the candle, leaning against the wall. The door creaked open, the hinges making a wailing sound. Beads of sweat trekked down her forehead. What was her aunt not telling her? She couldn''t understand.


    It was dark in the room as Lin Anni peaked in, observing. But Qian Meigui leaned behind the door, trying to keep her breath still. She could see her aunt through the gap of the door. Lin Anni did not walk in; instead, she turned her heal and walked away, her nightgown flowing as she walked passed. Qian Meigui exhaled deeply; she fell to her knees. But quickly, she composed herself, slipping out of the room with the photograph in her pocket.


    She stalked down the dark hall, back into the bedroom she stayed in. She felt nervous. She needed answers; she will demand answers.


    --


    Song Sheng had concluded a meeting, short. He couldn''t concentrate much these days, but he received a few more emails since she left¡ªnothing but a few words. He wondered if this was his punishment for leaving her for two years?


    He had more meetings that day, and the next one he had was with Yu Qingge. He heard a knock on the door when he rubbed his temples. "Come in," he said neutrally. He listened to her heels, hitting the marble of his floor, grinding his ears painfully.


    She wore a spider smile, meant to be kind and approachable. But Song Sheng hated her. He hated how she tried to be someone that she wasn''t.


    "You wanted to see me, Mr. Song?" she asked with her back straightened.


    He gave her a nonchalant expression, unbothered and uncaring. "I want to renew the terms of our contract," he said.


    Yu Qingge''s eye-widened in surprised, happily. "Really?" she asked him, wanting reassurance. She worked hard, and she felt like she did indeed deserve a raise.


    "Yes," he began coldly. "I want to give you a raise," he said with a silverware smile. Yu Qingge flushed from his beautiful grin, but she had no idea that it was a sarcastic smile.


    "What are the terms?" she asked excitingly.


    "I am going to triple your current earnings," he began. "All you have to do is work on the projects and roles; I assign you."


    Yu Qingge thought for a moment. Her current manager has been working with Song Sheng since he arrived; and because of their close work relationship, her manager has been assigning her the right roles for her career. In some ways, Song Sheng was her manager since she was one of his best. It made no difference now if she agreed.


    "All right," she said. Song Sheng only wants what''s best for the company, and she was indeed the best.


    Song Sheng held out the contract while mentioning one more condition. "If you disagree with any roles, you will have to compensate ten times your earnings," he said. Yu Qingge hesitated, but he appeared to be confident. So she trusted him. Naively, she signed the contract without much of another thought. She knew her manager and agent would have approved as well.


    Yu Qingge rose to give him a curt nod before leaving the office.


    After Yu Qingge left, Song Sheng exhaled. Her perfume almost made him retch. Instead, he went to open a window when his alarm rang. Quickly, he returned to his desk, grabbing his keys, heading towards his company garage. He hopped into his car, fastening his seatbelt, speeding off.


    He drove nervously towards the end of the city where the outlooks became more rural. He looked out at the streets before he pulled up on the sidelines to park. Where he parked was not designated, but he didn''t care to receive a ticket. He jogged through the crowd of people on the sidewalks, trying to get past, apologizing as he pushed them aside. Some people protested annoyed that a young man was running through them, hastily. But Song Sheng was desperate.


    He was already sweating since he wore a full-pressed dark blue suit on a hot day. His black hair was damp on his face, but he didn''t care. He looked at the faces when he made out someone who looked like Qian Meigui. He paused. But he then received an email on his phone from minutes before. It was her, just leaving the computer centre.


    Song Sheng recorded the time and place each time she sent him a message. It was every three days, and he had to ensure that he came on the right day to catch her, find her. She was wearing casual clothing, her long brown hair over her shoulders. She looked well, more than well. And he was happy but sad. What if she wasn''t glad to see him?


    Regardless he had to try. Next to Qian Meigui was her aunt.


    "Mei!" he called out desperately. She kept walking. But he approached closer, trying to squeeze through the people. It was rush hour. "Xiao Mei," He called out again. She paused, stilled. Then slowly, she turned around. He then caught up to her, his breath sharpened. She was in front of him. It had been weeks, and she was here in front of him. But she didn''t look pleased.


    "What are you doing here?" she asked him.


    Song Sheng had to cool the burn before it scorched through his heart. His heart sunk, but he composed himself. She even looked at him as if nothing happened between them.


    He glanced at Lin Anni whose face darkened as if she resented him. It looked like they were on their way shopping, so he said, "I came by to shop as well when I saw you."


    "I see," Qian Meigui responded. Lin Anni stepped forward, "You should leave her alone. Can''t you see this girl is trying to spend time with her real family?" she asked him.


    Qian Meigui was silent until she said to her. "It''s okay. Song Sheng must have been worried about me. Even though I told him not to look for me."


    Lin Anni clicked her tongue. "Typical of the Song family. They never listen," she remarked.


    Qian Meigui nodded, agreeing. She then said, "Go ahead. I will be there in a moment." Lin Anni nodded. But she only went a few steps away. Qian Meigui then glanced back at Song Sheng. She took a deep breath. "As I''ve said before. You need to leave me alone," she began. Song Sheng was puzzled, confused. But there was a glint of mischief in her eyes, telling him to go along with it.


    She continued. "Song Rui ruined my life. I shouldn''t have believed him. He''s a liar."


    Song Sheng was still confused. He was sure that she was pretending to believe what they were feeding her. "So from now on, don''t look for me again." Behind her, Lin Anni tried not to look, but there was something smug about her face. Lin Anni began to walk away when Qian Meigui chucked something from her pocket, slipping it into his hand quickly before parting away. It was only for a moment, but he felt her grip his hand. "I don''t want to see you again," she said as her last words. But her expression was grave. She didn''t mean it.


    At that, Qian Meigui turned her heel, catching up to Lin Anni as they walked away. What she gave him was a note on a slightly yellow page, ripped from a book.


    He went back to his car, hopping in where he opened it.


    It read:


    "I''m not in danger," the note began. "I knew you would come. I did it on purpose. Held the letter in my pocket for days, waiting. I am all right, but something else is not right. I am searching for answers. I need them, Sheng. My aunt hates the Song family, and they can''t know I am in contact with any of you. They are watching me, I can tell. They think I haven''t noticed, but down the halls, servants, butlers, even members of the family would show me their smile, but they would watch. I am not sure they know what my intentions are; perhaps they have nothing to do with my past, but Lin Anni must have instructed them to watch me. It shouldn''t be long now until I find out what''s happened. I need to know. I don''t think she''ll harm me, not yet, I suppose." Song Sheng turned the letter where the words drifted off.


    "Meet me tonight at the hotel." Qian Meigui provided him with an address. "I will tell you more, there," she finished.


    Song Sheng held onto the letter as some hope. He then drove back to his apartment, changing and he waited until it was time to go again.

 Chapter 105 - Hotel

    Qian Meigui hadn''t told Song Sheng anything. She couldn''t.


    For days since she found out about the picture, she kept quiet, composed. She planned out Song Sheng to find her for two reasons: to denounce herself from the Song family so that Lin Anni would think she''s on their side and so that she could see him, even if it were for a moment.


    She knew that her words hurt him; he didn''t expect her to treat him so cruel, but she had to make it all the more convincing; this was more a game now than solving a crime.


    She played the role of a loving niece, and she was getting good at it.


    Qian Meigui smiled back at the workers that watched, including their butler. She knew that the children and everyone else were innocent; this was something between a.d.u.l.ts.


    Qian Meigui nearly thought this was amusing because she was a part of something that she would hear briefly about as a child, wanting to know more information by the a.d.u.l.ts, but they wouldn''t tell you anything, and if they did, it would be vague. But she wasn''t laughing. She was a part of something serious. And she was getting close, she could feel it.


    Qian Meigui looked out the window of her guest room, waiting until the deep-blue sky changed colour. She was going to see Song Sheng. It had almost been two months. She even left school for this reason, so she''ll be behind a term, but other matters were more important.


    When the dusk turned to night, she turned off the lights of her room. She wore a coat over her clothes, carrying a small bag with her. She then the door of the room slightly, peaking out. There was no one. So she swiftly squeezed through the parted gap, closing the door carefully behind her.


    Qian Meigui walked down the hall with careful, quiet steps, trying not to creak the floorboards. She managed to get to the front door, but she knew it made noises. Qian Meigui took a vile of oil from her bag, placing them in the hinges until it was enough to slip out. After she got out, she felt like she could breathe again; the fresh air and night crickets welcomed her. Taking a pair of sunglasses from her bag, she placed them over her eyes and walked.


    The hotel wasn''t far. Qian Meigui had passed it many times shopping with Lin Anni. She had to speak to Song Sheng privately, but more importantly, she needed to see him, more for herself.


    Qian Meigui went to the front desk where the receptionist had told her someone already checked in. Therefore, she went up to the elevator, her chest-thumped out of her ears. She shouldn''t feel nervous, but if it was as if she was seeing him for the first time again, after they confessed, sneaking around, trying to calm the thrill and dangerousness of it.


    She stepped away from the elevator, walking down the hall room with identical, parallel doors. She then approached the biggest one on the floor.


    She knocked on the door, once, twice. She heard hurried steps approach the door, and Song Sheng was there springing it wide open. His eyes were vast and wild, unbelieving. She could see the stark creases under his eyes, from restless nights. She left him in the dark, without a word. He held onto the frame of the door, blinking, not sure if he was seeing her image right, seemingly afraid to look away as if she was someone that he imagined.


    Even she couldn''t believe it. She missed Song Sheng terribly, but she had to maintain her act; her family also didn''t know that they were together, and the last thing she needed was for anyone to harm him. He had no part in something that happened eleven, nearly twelve years ago.


    Her heart raced at the sight of him. He wore grey sweatpants and a white shirt that ended at his waistband. Song Sheng was something that came out a dream; if they weren''t together before, she would have stayed single, living a life of independence because she''d rather be alone if she weren''t with him.


    But he was in front of her, his black hair falling over his eyes beautifully.


    They stared at each other carefully; their chests expanded from their pounding hearts. And Qian Meigui wondered if he noticed.


    Song Sheng kept still, one hand leaning against the frame of the door, the other on the knob. But Qian Meigui moved forward, taking steps inside, meeting him hard. He reacted by grasping her in his arms, hugging her tightly, sighing in relief. They held onto each other for quite some time, Qian Meigui wasn''t sure how long.


    She felt him kiss her on the head, and she exhaled deeply in relief. So he wasn''t angry as she thought he would be.


    Song Sheng backed away slightly, but not letting go. He held her face between his hands, his eyes darting all over hers, making sure she was all right. His gold-flecked eyes were dim and hollow, worried.


    "How are you?" he asked her with a breathless tone. She felt his handshake on her face, and her heart ached. She then reached up to grab it from her cheek. "I am well, Sheng. I''m sorry," she said.


    Song Sheng shook his head, leaning in to press their foreheads together. "Don''t apologize," he breathed. His words caressed her skin, hot. She missed him dearly, desperately, passionately. It was her fault for leaving so abruptly. "How are the twins?" she asked him.


    "They didn''t know at first. But now, the twins are helping in any way they can," he told her. Qian Meigui shook her head, "I don''t want to involve them, not any of you, which is why I didn''t say anything at all." Song Sheng nodded, understanding.


    He let go of her face, taking her hand instead, guiding her to a table with candlelights and food. She looked at it in awe. "What''s this?" she asked him.


    He popped open a bottle of wine, "I need you to tell me everything." He passed her a glass, "This will calm your nerves." Qian Meigui took a seat across him; she let out a breath, downing the wine. After a few moments, it kicked in, and it did make things easier.


    She took a photograph from her bag, passing it to him.


    Song Sheng observed it. "What''s wrong with it?" he questioned curiously.


    "My aunt told me that my mother left the family to marry my father, that both families were not on good terms. But in the photo, it''s clear that it wasn''t the case. My parents are in the picture, happy, next to Lin Anni and the man who killed my parents."


    Song Sheng stilled, glancing up at her astonishingly. "You remembered?" he asked her.


    "I never forgot," she said sharply, resentfully. "But I didn''t know who he was."


    Song Sheng nodded. He observed the picture, studying it. "What are you going to do?" he asked her.


    Qian Meigui chuckled. "I need proof, evidence, and more importantly, to find him."


    Song Sheng looked at her, "all right," he said, agreeing.


    Qian Meigui''s eye widened. "You''re not going to stop me?" she asked him astonishingly.


    Song Sheng chuckled as well. "Why would I? It''s dangerous, yes. But who am I to tell you not to do something you''ve wanted to do since it happened?"


    He then leaned over the table, "But I want to help too." Qian Meigui nodded enthusiastically; she will no longer keep him in the dark. "All right," she answered. Song Sheng smiled at her with his beautiful, wicked grin.


    Qian Meigui smiled at him back appreciatively.


    After a few moments, Song Sheng gave her an update on what he''s done with Yu Qingge, setting a trap for her in the industry. He also told her about Su Feng''s reaction to her identity; it made her laugh. He also went in on what Song Ren will do to people if she found out that any harm came to her sister; it comforted Qian Meigui, distracted her from the heaviness that weighed on her. Song Sheng kept gazing at her, not tearing his eyes away. She pursed her lips, flushing as she took another wine glass. When she turned red, she admitted, "I''ve missed you."


    She heard Song Sheng exhale as if he was sighing in relief. He then rose from his seat, walking towards her. Her chest pounded, nervously. It had only been nearly two months, but it was all too much, too long.


    He paused in front of her, lifting her chin. Her eyes shot up to his, meeting the burnt gold in front of the brassy hues of his eyes, sharp and bright under the moonlight and candles. He was charming; no other man compared to him, his gentleness, his understanding of her, his skill at reading other people well with merely a few words exchanged in the conversation.


    Her chest pounded as they stared at each other. It felt thrilling, like a huntress finding a wolf, but instead of killing it for its fur and meat, she would join him in the woods, running freely.


    His fingers underneath her skin burned hot; her breathing hitched just by the close contact.


    Song Sheng playfully began to circle soothing strokes on her face. He gazed into her eyes as he caressed her skin; he stopped at her mouth, rubbing the seams of her lips.


    He was also red from the wine; though, they weren''t entirely drunk, just persuaded by distance and longing.


    Song Sheng leaned down, grasping her face between his hands, kissing the lines of her lips, testing it. It wasn''t a deep kiss; it was gentle, asking for permission. He then gave her more pecks on her lips, moving onto her jaw, her cheek, ears, temples, and forehead. He kissed her playfully, like a child, she laughed as he attacked her with teasing kisses. He smiled at her.


    He then rose again, reaching down to grab her hand, she took him, and he guided her to the bed. When they went under the covers, he gave her soothing strokes to compel her to sleep. "Don''t scare me like that again," he told her, pleaded. She nodded, "I promise," she said to him. Song Sheng smiled, "sleep," he told her, embracing her body.


    But Qian Meigui wasn''t tired; she needed him, not to help her sleep, even though they''ve both been restless, but she needed him for that sense of togetherness, merging reassurance. She wanted him. "I''m not tired," was all she said to stir him awake.

 Chapter 106 - First Time

    Warning: This chapter is for Mature Audiences Only


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    "We both need to get up early in the morning," Song Sheng said to her.


    "I know," she responded quietly, reaching out to touch his face, tracing the lines of his near-stubble jaw. He watched her, entranced, following her fingers.


    "I love you," she said to him.


    Song Sheng''s eyes shot up to her, once more, wide. He leaned in to give her a ravishing kiss, a desperate one that told her that he missed her, too, indeed. The kiss was reckless, wet, and heated. She squirmed as he kissed her down, from her chin to her jaw, and neck. His eyes darkened, not closing them, but watching her with a piercing gaze as he marked her body.


    Qian Meigui gasped; her body warmed instantly, firing up.


    Song Sheng took his time kissing her body, expressing the feelings he harboured from their time apart¡ªthe fear, the anxiety, and the longing was what he told her through his movements, nothing else.


    Song Sheng returned to her lips, "I don''t participate in one-night stands," he said to her. Qian Meigui chuckled against the seams of his lips, "I don''t either," she responded. He was worried that she would disappear again.


    In all honesty, she wanted to have s.e.x with him because Qian Meigui was afraid that she would be in danger if she kept searching; but now, Song Sheng was her motivation to keep going, to be safe, for him, for their future.


    After receiving reassurance, Song Sheng roamed his hands freely on her body, reaching underneath her shirt. He found her bralette, unstrapping it to touch her supple, ripe b.r.e.a.s.ts, squeezing them as he kissed her. Qian Meigui m.o.a.ned against his attacks, defenceless, but eager in anticipation.


    Qian Meigui reached for the hem of his shirt, removing it over his head, revealing his slightly-tanned muscles. The lighting was dim, so she reached up to touch his perfectly, crafted abdomen. He leaned down to kiss her as he returned the favour, discarding her shirt, revealing her body. Qian Meigui knelt on the bed to reach up to his lips; they kissed each other eagerly, fervent.


    They both tumbled on the bed, wrestling over the sheets; Qian Meigui''s hair swayed over her bare shoulders. Song Sheng gripped her waist, straddling her onto him. Qian Meigui flushed in embarrassment. Since it was her first time, they had to go slow and steady.


    Therefore, instead of immediately entering her, he positioned her to grind on him; Qian Meigui followed his lead. She began to ride him over their clothing for a bit, teasing. Song Sheng''s breathing shallowed, and it satisfied her. Qian Meigui leaned down to kiss him, cascading him with her hair around his face like a waterfall.


    She could feel him harden in between her thighs. In his eyes, he held a predatory gaze. His length began to poke her persistently as she held his torso for support, riding and teasing him. It was all too stimulating, and she was starting to feel afraid that they would receive pleasure just by rubbing their bodies through their fabrics; they were that sensitive.


    Qian Meigui reached to remove her pants, and she went back to Song Sheng to discard his and his underwear. Even after doing many other things before, she still hasn''t adjusted to the surprise about how big he was; but then probably some unknown deity they never heard about crafted him.


    Qian Meigui leaned down to pleasure him, but he stopped her, blushing red. She looked at him, confused, but instead, he flipped her underneath him. His forearm rested above her head; he leaned down to whisper at her ear, "If you suck me off now, then I won''t be able to perform right away," he said. Qian Meigui flushed, understanding what he meant.


    It took longer to pleasure a woman''s body, but men did not need that much time.


    Song Sheng reached down to rub the pooling core aching between her thighs. At the first touch and flick of his fingers, she immediately squirmed; her chest rose, trying to control her breathing.


    Song Sheng rubbed all over her core, not just inside, but outside towards the most sensitive part of her body. He watched her all this time while teasing her until he slipped two fingers in, one at a time. She grabbed onto him. In his ear, she pleaded that she was ready. But Song Sheng wasn''t done.


    He kept his momentum by thrusting his fingers in her, waiting until his hand was soaked. When she came, Song Sheng took his fingers out, licking her juices from his fingers, thoroughly enjoying it.


    Soon after, Song Sheng hovered her with his entire body. Qian Meigui''s heart pounded furiously, nervously; this was a bold act between them. And perhaps, that is why they''ve never done anything with anyone else¡ªbecause they waited for this, for each other, despite all odds.


    Qian Meigui was ready.


    Song Sheng kissed her gently on her lips, trying to distract her from her trembling body due to nerves and excitement. He gave her meaningful, lingering kisses while he spread her legs opened, inviting him. Song Sheng grabbed his c.o.c.k to place it at the seams of her bud, entering in patiently, slowly, so torturously slow as their bodies merged; but she was grateful for it.


    He grunted as he went inside her, taking slow thrusts as he allowed her to adjust to his length. Qian Meigui squirmed, feeling a bit of pain. But he kept moving his h.i.p.s against her, slowly, waiting for her to m.o.a.n in pleasure. After a few moments, Qian Meigui began to feel pleasure rather than pain; he was gentle.


    Qian Meigui made sounds and the room gradually warmed with ambiguous sighs and groans from both of them.


    Song Sheng grunted as he moved faster, they rocked their bodies, pressed together. He thrusted in and out of her with his member, but he held himself back, wanting to please her more than himself.


    Qian Meigui could see from his expression that he was trying not to come early, but she smirked mischievously. She then moved her h.i.p.s, rocking her body in sync with his, and his eyes widened, gritting his teeth hard.


    He then unleashed himself with a loud groan at her movements. But Song Sheng didn''t leave her body immediately. He waited. They were lying together, and Qian Meigui wasn''t sure for how long. But then he rose suddenly, his eyes glinting with mischief, and now she felt like she regretted it.


    They finally made love, but the second time, he f.u.c.k.i.e.d her.


    Song Sheng held her h.i.p.s as he thrust hard and fast against her, and she squirmed loudly at his movements. The room filled with clapping sounds as well as m.o.a.ns and groans.


    He didn''t hold back as he kissed her and did her in. But he stopped the kissing as he concentrated on uniting their bodies into one, and the climax sn.a.k.e.d out of her quicker than she expected. After she finished, he came inside her again. Qian Meigui then slumped, her arms and legs heavy. Both of them tried to catch up with their panting breaths.


    Qian Meigui was tired, so she fell asleep instantly in his arms, but in the middle of the night, he stirred her awake again. She did not protest, letting him mark her body, again and again, making love and f.u.c.k.i.n.g; there was a difference between the two, but they nonetheless, received their pleasures.


    Finally, they slept again, n.a.k.e.d, content, in each other''s arms, tangled once more, not wanting the morning to follow.

 Chapter 107 - Sinister

    Qian Meigui woke up tangled with Song Sheng, their arms and legs entwined like a human knot. Because of their body heat, both of them were very warm. Qian Meigui stirred out of bed, untangling herself from him. Song Sheng felt her movements, instantly waking, his eyes meeting hers. He sighed in relief as if what they did last night indeed was not a dream.


    Qian Meigui would have thought it was a dream too, were it not for the marks on her body and how much her lower abdomen ached. Her strength wholly diminished, and he smiled at her with his gleaming white teeth and dimpled grin, at what they did, at how he knew her body was sore.


    She remembered that at one point in the night, she asked him about a condom, but all he did was shrug his shoulders. Qian Meigui gritted her teeth in response, but he didn''t care, continuing to make love to her despite the consequences.


    Qian Meigui rose to collect her clothes. It was just before dawn, the sun had not yet risen, and members of the Lin house did not wake, yet.


    Song Sheng had an elbow propped up, gazing at her as she quickly placed on her clothing. Qian Meigui looked around the room, not sure where she put her phone or bag. She found her cellphone underneath the bed, and she picked it up when Song Sheng said to her, "this feels like a one-night stand."


    Qian Meigui chuckled leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "Hmm, but who would only want one night with you?" she said, smiling. Song Sheng grinned, nodding, "you''re right," he said. Qian Meigui shoved him, "C.o.c.ky." Song Sheng grabbed her arm gently, wanting to kiss her more, deeply. After a few moments, Qian Meigui had to push him away because their passion was still too raw, too soon, and they were sensitive and prone to merge like animals again.


    "I will send you messages with updates," she told him. Song Sheng then hugged her tightly. "I''ve missed you," he admitted. Qian Meigui warmed, "I know," she began. "You expressed it many times last night." Song Sheng chuckled against her neck as he hugged her. When they parted, he kissed her once more. "If there is anything goes wrong, let me know right away," he said. Qian Meigui nodded, taking in a sharp breath.


    "I will," she promised.


    "When this is over, I will take you somewhere far where we can forget about the past. We only will look forward to the future," Song Sheng assured her. Qian Meigui smiled, gently caressing his face with welled eyes. "Together?" She asked him. Song Sheng leaned in, pressing their foreheads. "Together," he breathed.


    Song Sheng understood how she felt. Qian Meigui was never able to move on because there were many things she did not know, many gaps that did not fill, many questions that she still had. She hated involving other people she loved, but she was grateful towards him, towards his beautiful family that took in an orphan that had nothing but liars and traitors that followed her to the dark corners.


    Qian Meigui left the hotel room with this persistent, gaping hole in her gut. She felt like something terrible was going to happen, and she could not shake off the feeling. She was only grateful now that she had seen Song Sheng, made love to him, before¡ªbefore, she wasn''t sure what came next.


    "I''m sorry," she whispered to herself, to him who was far away. If it was the last time, she had seen him, at least their final moments were happy.


    Qian Meigui went to the Lin house with a deep breath. She slipped back into her room, changing her clothes. She pretended to sleep for another few hours before going to the dining hall, playing with the children; they made her feel safest in the house.


    In the afternoon, Qian Meigui walked around the garden, needing some fresh air. As she walked, she stopped, abruptly, when she noticed Lin Anni speaking to someone. She then hid behind a hedge, looking through the small gaps of branches and twinges. She saw the man''s silhouette talking to her aunt, but they appeared to be arguing about something.


    Lin Anni rose her hands agitated as she appeared to be disagreeing on something. After they finished speaking, the man walked away, getting into his car when she noticed that it was that man, that man in the photo. Qian Meigui slouched down the hedge, to the ground nervously. She felt like she couldn''t breathe. She then rose, walking through the garden, heading inside towards the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water when she heard someone walk through the front door, grabbing his keys. He paused at the sight of her. Qian Meigui stilled; their eyes locked, her heart raced. F.u.c.k, F.u.c.k, F.u.c.k, She thought.


    The man looked at her curiously, stepping forward. "Who are you?" he asked her unkindly. He was tall, broad, his dark hair brown with grey strands, his beard connected with patches in between.


    Qian Meigui gulped, not knowing how to answer. She could only confess what she had been pretending to be for half of her life. "Song Mei," she replied sharply, confidently.


    The man''s eyes widened, but then he chuckled. "You''re lying," he responded.


    Qian Meigui held her breath still, looking at him unwavering. "Why would you think that?" she asked him. "I am Song Rui''s daughter," she said.


    The man approached her slowly steadily. "Why would Lin Anni have anything to do with someone from the Song family?" Qian Meigui kept her chin high, her face neutral, unbothered.


    "I am working for her," was all she said.


    "You expect me to believe that?" he chuckled. "You look just like Lin Anni. But she never had any children," his words drifted off as he took another step towards her. "You must be Aiguo''s girl," he reached out to caress her cheek. Qian Meigui stared at him with half-lidded eyes, unwavering. "Who is Aiguo?" she told him. The man nearly barked in laughter, amusingly. "Oh, I thought you were dead," he said sinisterly.


    "Get out!" they both turned to Lin Anni, who was looking at him. She approached Qian Meigui swiftly, stepping in front of her, ensuring that she was behind her. Lin Anni stood in front of her protectively. "Get out," she said with a choked up tone. "And leave her alone," she told him. Qian Meigui stared at her in surprise.


    The man took the keys from the table, nodding with a wicked, cruel, knowing smile.


    Lin Anni swiftly turned around with worried eyes, making sure that she was okay. "Are you all right?" she asked her.


    Qian Meigui nodded.


    Lin Anni sighed in relief.


    "Can you tell me who he is?" Qian Meigui asked her desperately. Lin Anni hesitantly nodded.

 Chapter 108 - Betrayal

    Warning: This chapter will include some violence and gritty details for fictitious purposes.


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    Lin Anni brewed some hot tea as Qian Meigui waited at the kitchen table, looking out the window as she tucked a shawl over her, protecting herself from the cold chill. She sent Song Sheng a message before her aunt returned to the table.


    Lin Anni poured two cups of Jasmine tea in front of her, passing it along. Qian Meigui took it, blowing the smoke away to drink it. She looked at the tea leaves on the bottom of the cup, and she recalled a time when she was younger, her mother taught her how to read dry tea leaves. But she had forgotten what any of them meant. Her mother told her she had learned from her time studying medicine abroad in Europe.


    Lin Anni sat across her; her face grave and weary. Qian Meigui watched her cautiously, waiting. Her aunt took a deep breath, drinking some of the tea, Qian Meigui also drank it.


    "That man," Lin Anni began, though she appeared lost in thought. "Is my ex-husband," she said.


    Qian Meigui''s eye widened in surprise; her heart nearly stopped. But she waited for her to continue.


    "My sister was someone bright, energetic, eager, and intelligent; we both were excited to learn and study biology, to advance medicine and technology," she paused, circling her the edges of the teacup with her finger. "We met Song Rui when we began to work in the field. He was intelligent and resourceful, but an ambitious man. He invested in many people, made millions of yuan as a result. But out of all his pupils, Aiguo was the one whose studies would bring his company further in the industry. He pressured her to advance the research knowing it was dangerous, but Song Rui assured her that no harm would come. He didn''t expect..."


    Qian Meigui''s eyes remained wide, startled. "He didn''t expect that those who would harm her would be someone close to them," she finished.


    Lin Anni smiled, "precisely," she responded.


    Qian Meigui''s head began to feel heavy, dizzy, different than the feeling of alcohol. Her vision blurred, and she tried hard to keep her consciousness. She recalled the tea leaves were different, the taste, bitter.


    Lin Anni appeared to be sorry in her own twisted way. "Perhaps, I should be thankful that Song Rui erased your name," Qian Meigui remembered hearing her say before her head fell on the table, her consciousness fading.


    --


    Song Sheng was at the mansion with Song Ren and Su Feng and the others when he received a message from Qian Meigui: Mayday.


    It was only one word, but his heart nearly stopped.


    The other night, they talked about codes to use to alarm him whether she was safe, suspecting of something, or in danger. Mayday asked for help because something was wrong. He waited until she sent him a message from the location of the house she was staying at. Since he received it, both Su Feng and Song Jun worked on their computers, tracking the location while Song Sheng was speaking to Rong Ming over the phone. He had to pay millions for a helicopter and some men, but Song Sheng did not care; he spent the money without blinking at the numbers.


    He had been preparing for this moment for weeks, and though he had seen her less than 48 hours ago, he was still worried.


    "We received a location," said Su Feng. Song Sheng went over to Su Feng leaning over Song Jun''s shoulder where his younger brother spoke to him, "I sent a drone over to that location," he said while using a remote to drive it from his screen. Song Sheng was grateful for him, though puzzled by how quick and advanced he was with technology. "I''ll update you from here," Song Jun said to him. "You should go now," he finished.


    Song Sheng nodded. He dressed up in black military uniform, and Song Ren kissed Su Feng, wearing the same suit with her long black hair tied up. She followed him towards the helicopter that waited on their massive green front yard. He wouldn''t allow Song Ren to go with him, but she insisted, and he felt like her fierceness was useful.


    Rong Ming was driving the helicopter when he saw Song Sheng and Song Ren come in. They then left to the unknown.


    --


    Qian Meigui was dreaming, but her dreams turned to nightmares.


    She began to remember the days of the past, the ones she did not forget, but kept locked in her mind to save it for another day, and perhaps that day was today.


    In her unconscious memories, she recalled a time when she was at home reading a book on true crime in her father''s study room. The door parted slightly, and it was cold, and there was a fire burning at the fireplace in the living room, warming her parents. Qian Meigui wore a cream-coloured skirt with a red turtle-neck sweater. She glanced through the opened door.


    She saw her mother in the living room speaking over the phone while drinking a cup of whiskey, or something else she did not know, most liquors looked the same to her.


    But what startled her was when she heard glass shatter and a loud thunder erupt in the room. It sounded like thunder because it rang in her ears with such ferocity. Her heart pounded and thumped, so she walked towards the living room where she found her father lying on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood. Her mother was kneeling over him, frightened and pale. She looked over at Qian Meigui; Qian Aiguo knelt eye-widened in shock with blood staining the strands of her brown hair; blood splattered on her face like a painting.


    "Come here," Qian Aiguo turned and beckoned her.


    Qian Meigui approached them carefully. She felt like her heart stilled, nothing registering in her blank mind.


    "Is he dead?" Qian Meigui asked her mother in a quivering voice, kneeling next to her.


    "Shhh," was all she said while caressing her face, the blood smearing on her. "It''s okay," she tried to soothe her, but even her voice cracked with a sob.


    "I need you to listen to me," she said with tear-stained cheeks, but her eyes looked at Qian Meigui focused, determined. "There are bad people, after us," she said.


    Qian Meigui''s heart sped up, but Qian Aiguo told her everything, not sparing the fact that she was still a child.


    "They shot us from outside; they will come in soon." Qian Meigui felt dizzy as if she was about to faint. "I need you to pretend that you''re dead. I will pretend too. And if they notice you''re alive, they will kill you and me. Do you understand?" she told her. Qian Meigui nodded. She understood the task, if she doesn''t do this, then her mother would die, and she would never forgive herself for it.


    The time for crying and wailing was for later. Qian Meigui felt frozen, numb. Her movements felt subconscious, automatic like a machine.


    Qian Aiguo used a fireplace poker to scratch Qian Meigui with false wounds; blood oozed; she felt uncomfortable, but it was necessary to make it all the more convincing. Qian Aiguo did it to herself, positioned next to the shattered glass.


    Qian Meigui kept her breath still when she heard people coming in, sweeping across the house. She positioned herself awkwardly and stiff, looking against the frame of the couch. But away from them. She opened her eyes and glanced at a wall mirror, as she saw the faces of the men come in wearing suits and visors, carrying enormous guns. The only one that was unmasked scoped the room, searching for something. She never forgot his face.


    She shut her eyes as she noticed that they were looking at them. There were many bullets at the glass windows, and she felt like crying knowing that some of them went through her father, but she muffled her cries, stifled them.


    The men were checking her parents, and her heart began to pound, but she tried to concentrate on feeling frozen.


    She heard the steps of one of them approaching her; Qian Meigui stilled, but then they listened to an alarm sound wave through the room, piercing their ears. They ran immediately out of the house. When all footsteps left, Qian Aiguo rose to step towards her daughter. "Let''s take your father to the hospital," she said. Qian Meigui nodded.


    Her mother checked his pulse, but she stood there frozen, not saying a word. "He''s still alive," she said. But Qian Meigui to this day didn''t know if her mother was lying.


    Regardless, they heaved him up, trying to balance him. He was heavier than Qian Meigui imagined. But Qian Meigui remembered her mother telling her once that once a body dies, all muscles relax; therefore, it should be heavy. But she held onto hope as any other naive, eleven-year-old would try to convince herself.


    They dragged him to the passenger seat of the car. Qian Aiguo drove the car on their way to the hospital. Qian Meigui remained seated at the back, lost in thought.


    As they drove, Qian Aiguo called someone, speaking to him in English to prevent her from understanding.


    But Qian Meigui noticed something was wrong when Qian Aiguo began to sway on the road. "Mom!" she called out, but Qian Aiguo''s head was bobbing. The car swerved, and next thing they knew, the car drove in the forest, in between the trees, crashing into one. Qian Meigui fell from her seat, but she bumped into the back of the driver''s seat. She then rose from a headache, climbing in between the driver and passenger. Qian Aiguo looked at her mother who looked back at her with her pale-white face and blood crusted lips. She looked as if she was on hanging on a thread.


    Qian Aiguo opened her sweater, revealing a gunshot wound on her lower abdomen. Qian Meigui looked at her, stunned and horrified, unbelieving. Her mother then said with a dry-throat, "There''s a man," she swallowed. "Song Rui. He will help you; trust him."


    Qian Meigui sobbed, grabbing her mother''s hand. Her mother smiled back. "I''m sorry," was all she said before she closed her eyes and never woke again.


    Qian Meigui remembered lying in between her parent''s waiting to die from starvation from thirst, she did not know, but she waited when a bright light from an ambulance came. She cringed at the light and paramedics arrived to pick her up. She now remembered that Song Rui was there, but she couldn''t remember a thing since she was in shock.


    She then went to a hotel he arranged staring at walls, crying and wailing, but stopping at some points to stare into blank spaces. Then one day, Song Rui came in. She remembered her mother telling her to trust him; she did, but she was still afraid. Then his son, the young man in his school uniform with his soft golden-brown eyes, looked at her with a gentleness she had never seen before. He told her to come home with him that there will be people waiting for her. She took his hand, not knowing what her fate would be, but knowing what the boy said, meant a lot to her.


    So she trusted him, taking his hand, hoping that wherever he took her, it would make her happy.


    --


    Qian Meigui woke in an unfamiliar place with tears running down her cheeks. She wasn''t sure where she was. Her hands weren''t tied, which was a good thing, but it was dark, and she couldn''t see a thing. A light then shone brightly from what appeared to be the top; someone walked through. It was Lin Anni''s ex-husband. Qian Meigui chuckled bitterly. He walked down with a cruel gracefulness. She now understood that she was in a bas.e.m.e.nt, but where and for how long? She did not know.


    Qian Meigui was sure that this was her end.

 Chapter 109 - Sacrifice

    The man descended the stairs of the bas.e.m.e.nt, flicking on a lamp he held. He was grinning, and Qian Meigui couldn''t understand why he was so smug.


    Qian Meigui sat on the cold concrete floor, slightly annoyed and bored. "Get on with it, then," she told him. She instead would rather it be over and done with than this nervous waiting game in the pit of her gut.


    The man approached closer, holding it up between their faces. He appeared to be an ugly and bitter man. He didn''t say anything; his hazel eyes stared at her with some twisted astonishment. He held a closed knife in his hand, using his dirt-stained fingers to caress her cheek.


    Qian Meigui knitted her brows, staring into his stone-cold eyes. "What the f.u.c.k do you want?" she asked him, spitting at his face.


    The man smiled in satisfaction. Qian Meigui cringed. He wiped away the spit from his face, unlatching the knife, holding it close to her face. Qian Meigui stared at him vacantly. She had seen horror before and embraced death back; now, it was no different.


    "That''s enough," said Lin Anni, who also descended the stairs. She closed the wooden doors above her. "We just need the information, stop terrorizing her," she said to him.


    Her ex-husband snickered coldly, "Still trying to be a loving aunt?" he mocked her. Lin Anni gave him a repulsed look.


    "You killed my sister," she reminded him.


    "On your orders," he seethed.


    "I asked you to take care of her, not kill her."


    "Aiguo wouldn''t give up what we needed, and she risked it on the cost of her family. But you''re the one who said we could do what we wanted. You hated Aiguo; you were jealous, don''t pretend."


    "And you betrayed your brother," She retorted with her chin held up high, dignified and confident as if she had no regrets, it made Qian Meigui sick.


    After her aunt composed her cool, she shot her eyes up to her. "Mei," she called out. Qian Meigui grunted, spitting at Lin Anni''s foot. "Only those I am close to, call me Mei."


    Lin Anni exhaled, "Fine." She stepped towards her. "Qian Meigui, I need you to tell me. Where did Aiguo keep her files regarding Project Cytoblast?"


    Qian Meigui raised a brow, keeping still on the floor. "I don''t know what you''re talking about."


    Lin Anni''s ex-husband chuckled. "Don''t play stupid girl. They said that it was given to Song Rui''s daughter. And you happen to be Aiguo''s real girl. Isn''t that a coincidence?"


    "Who''s ''they''?" Qian Meigui questioned, puzzled.


    Lin Anni raised her hand to shut him up. "Shit," she said, placing her hands at her h.i.p.s, pacing around the room. "I think we got the wrong person," she told him.


    "What do you mean? Who else would have it beside Aiguo''s daughter?" he responded.


    Lin Anni''s eyes widened. "Use your f.u.c.k.i.n.g brain. Song Rui''s gave it to Song Ren most likely."


    The man''s eyes widened slightly. He smiled and roared a burst of laughter. "Ah. Song Rui. That cunning, brilliant man. Sometimes I feel like gutting him."


    Qian Meigui felt a burst of anger; she clenched her teeth.


    "Yet, you never had to the guts to do it," Lin Anni said. The man frowned coldly at her.


    "What are we going to do with her?" he asked Lin Anni instead.


    "I''m not sure," she responded while looking at Qian Meigui. Lin Anni''s face was remorseless, and what made it all the more gut-wrenching was how much she resembled her mother. The same chestnut-brown hair and dark brown eyes. But Lin Anni''s face was drained of colour, and she aged more than what women her age would typically appear as.


    "Keep her here," was all she said before turning her heel, ascending the stairs.


    Lin Anni''s ex-husband approached Qian Meigui close to her face, so close their breaths entwined. She kept her mouth shut, preventing her panting breath, stifling her fear.


    Using the back of his knife, he knocked it against her head, unconscious. Qian Meigui fell to the floor.


    -


    After what felt like an eternity, Qian Meigui rose again with a pounding headache. She grunted in pain, trying to see her surroundings. But it was useless. She couldn''t tell if her vision was blurry because of how dark the room was. She also couldn''t know if it was large or small due to the little lamp lighting a small amount of space in the room when Lin Anni''s ex-husband was here. Now, it was pitch black.


    Qian Meigui tried to use her hands, guiding her to the wall, trying to feel things around the room for a weapon, for anything. But she was afraid of what she might find, at what she could accidentally touch.


    Qian Meigui kept touching the spaces around when she met with empty spaces until she felt a table. Blindly, she touched the table finding round-bottom flasks and vials. There were no sharp tools, but judging by the things, it was some old laboratory.


    She heard the door begin to unlatch when she quickly grasped a round-bottom flask, hiding it behind her, setting herself as the same position before.


    A light appeared, and Qian Meigui cringed, but she caught a glimpse of the outdoors. The door led to outside, and she felt like some relief. If she could get out of the bas.e.m.e.nt, she could run away whether it would be the woods or a field, it didn''t matter as it could lead to a road, to a town or city, hopefully. The downfall was, it was sunset; therefore, it would be dark, no matter where she was going.


    Lin Anni descended the stairs with her ex-husband, stepping toward her with that stupid lamp.


    Qian Meigui''s heart began to pound furiously. "What do you want?" she asked with crystal-clear tone.


    Lin Anni crossed her hands together, smiling. "We want to use you for ransom."


    "What?" Qian Meigui questioned.


    "We want Song Ren," Lin Anni responded.


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened in surprise, gritting her teeth. "No!" She said. She then rose, "Don''t you dare f.u.c.k.i.n.g touch her. Just kill me! Do it now!" She cried, pleaded. "She has nothing to do with this."


    Lin Anni shrugged her shoulders. "She has what we want, and I''m sure she will come."


    --


    Song Sheng and Song Ren arrived at the traditional looking home. The butler informed him that Lin Anni wasn''t home. Rong Ming and his guards swept the house, but they only found families; there was no sign of Qian Meigui.


    Song Sheng went back to the helicopter when Song Ren completely disappeared with no sign of her. He looked all over, trying to call her, there was no answer.


    --


    Song Ren ran towards the field of wheat, in between the tall grass, covered by grain. She kept running, her long black ponytail swaying. Song Ren knew where Qian Meigui was as she received an anonymous phone call earlier stating if she did not give them what they wanted, alone, then they would kill Qian Meigui. Song Ren didn''t care what happens to her, but towards her family, she would do anything.


    She no longer cared that Qian Meigui was Song Sheng''s lover. Instead, she was happy for them. But Qian Meigui had been through so much, and if had to the chance, she would make them both happy. She loved Song Sheng and Qian Meigui, and it was because of them that she fell in love with Su Feng, that she obtained an incredible position within the company. Even if her life was cut short, she had no regrets. But it was Qian Meigui that should live and be happy.


    So Song Ren ran toward them without much of another thought.

 Chapter 110 - Living or Dying

    The night fell, and Song Ren carried a tiny flashlight to guide her the way.


    She almost ran into trees, tripping over piles of grass-wheat or cattle food. But she kept searching until she found an abandoned old house that looked like it was in near-ruin. She surrounded the house, looking for entrances when she found a pair of wooden double-doors that led to a cellar just right outside the home. It looked like a man-hole used to shelter people in case of emergencies.


    Her heart lept. She was afraid, but she also felt her blood had gone cold as to how Qian Meigui was trapped beneath. Song Ren took deep breaths to calm her nerves. She had been dauntless all her life, and she wondered how she had grown to be so fearless. Was it because Song Rui raised her or was it because she met a broken girl who had seen too much but befriended her despite having a cold heart?


    Song Ren approached the doors when she yelled. "My name is Song Ren; I''m here alone."


    The doors opened, leading to darkness. Song Ren''s body had gone cold, but she let them take her like phantom ghosts.


    --


    There were masked men in the laboratory, bas.e.m.e.nt, or wherever she was. The men then unmasked themselves, and Qian Meigui chuckled coldly. They were the same people from the photo that surrounded Lin Anni and her parents from years ago. But what puzzled her more was that some of the others were also people she recognized from the company, that still worked for Song Ren. She couldn''t believe it; they were employees she smiled to down the halls when she passed the labs to head towards the public relations department. They betrayed Song Ren, both of them.


    Qian Meigui felt disoriented. She had not eaten or drunk anything for¡ªshe wasn''t sure how long. Soon after they left when the door unlatched again, and they brought someone down. It was dark; Qian Meigui couldn''t see. But the light suddenly turned on, and she could make out the figure, the long dark hair tied up, her porcelain, unblemished skin. She nearly began to cry as she saw Song Ren.


    Song Ren did not appear to resist as they threw her next to her.


    Song Ren did not say a word to her. Soon after Lin Anni''s men left, when her aunt descended with her ex-husband.


    "Song Zemin," Song Ren called out bitterly as if she recognized him.


    Qian Meigui turned to face her, eye-wide, "What?" she asked. Song Ren heard Qian Meigui''s question, but she did not tear her eyes away from the man. "He is one of my father''s brothers. While one of them plotted to take Song Entertainment, the other brother plotted to take Song Pharmaceuticals behind his back years ago," she began. "I hadn''t seen Zemin since I was a child. No one has; he disappeared for a reason not many knew."


    Qian Meigui stared at her. "He killed my parent''s," she said.


    Song Ren''s eyes opened, then it closed into sadness and regret. "Then my father lied about not knowing who killed them, or he didn''t know," she admitted. "Regardless, I''m sorry."


    Qian Meigui closed her eyes, conflicted. Did Song Rui lie to her? He kept her in the dark most of the time. He pretended to be oblivious, but it made sense. The Song family and Qian/Lin family were heavily involved with each other. She began to paint the picture herself:


    Lin Anni was Qian Aiguo''s twin. They began to work for Song Pharmaceuticals together, meeting the brothers Song Rui and Song Zemin. Lin Anni and Song Zemin fell in love and got married, while Qian Aiguo met Song Rui''s lawyer Qian Shanyuan, they fell in love and married.


    Years later, Qian Aiguo began to develop a project, but she began to keep her ambitious brother-in-law in the dark along with her twin sister. She loved her sister, but she knew that Lin Anni loved her husband even more. Therefore, Qian Aiguo spoke to Song Rui about the potential betrayal. He listened, but the fact conflicted him as his family was involved. Moreover, Song Zemin was dangerous. If Song Zemin was going after Aiguo and her family, he could come after his. But Song Rui already had young children, Song Sheng and Song Ren and his twins were still toddlers.


    And due to Song Rui''s personal conflict, he let it happen. But Qian Aiguo never blamed him. He looked out for his family as they plotted against her. But she knew that Song Rui would have to repay the debt of his sins.


    So, Qian Aiguo and Qian Shanyuan died¡ªhis best friends died. To repent for what he did to them, by not doing anything but let it happen, he would have to take in their daughter, let her become a Song and blend her in the most obvious place. So Song Rui took her in. Qian Meigui recalled him telling her once that he felt guilty for what happened to her parent''s, she never understood why, but now she knew.


    Qian Meigui knew that the Song family divided in half. But she didn''t know the whole family was twisted, except of course for their beautiful children. And perhaps that is why Song Rui wanted to raise all of them away from his toxic family because he knew their dark secrets, their ambition, he had it too.


    Song Zemin sketched a bow. "It''s lovely to see you, my dear niece," he said. Song Ren made a face of disgust. "Unfortunately, I can''t return the sentiment, bastard." Song Ren emphasized the word bastard. Song Zemin chuckled.


    He stepped closer to her, dropping low. "Now, will you do me a favour, Ren. Can you give me the USB drive?" he asked in a surprisingly gentle tone.


    Song Ren stared at him. Now that Qian Meigui paid attention, she saw the resemblance. But his eyes did not glow like the others. She leaned in close to him, smiling, "F.u.c.k. Off."


    Song Zemin smiled. "I think you would have been my favourite if Rui had let me around you and the others."


    "You''re a creep," Song Ren retorted.


    Soon after, he unlatched the knife, aiming it for Qian Meigui''s neck. He looked towards Song Ren, then he spoke quietly. "Give it to me, or I will slash her throat like a smile, and she will bleed out at your feet. Would you like that?" he asked her.


    Song Ren''s throat bobbed, but her eyes did not waver. She will have to demand her father to explain things to her later.


    Song Ren began to unzip her suit as the USB drive wrapped around her neck. She began to remove it when Qian Meigui said, "Don''t. Please. That''s my mother''s work, and if they take it, then they will win." She began to cry.


    Song Ren felt disheartened, but she unstrapped it from her neck; she gave it to her uncle, nonetheless. "Can you let us go?" she then asked him.


    Song Zemin took the drive from her in smug satisfaction. He then approached a wide computer screen, flicking it on. "I have to check it''s authenticity first. Then I will consider it."


    Both Song Zemin and Lin Anni hovered over the screen, waiting for the data to load in anticipation. As they waited, Song Ren moved closer towards Qian Meigui who appeared to be defeated. "Do you have a weapon?" she asked in a whisper.


    "What?" Qian Meigui asked her to repeat.


    "Do you have a weapon?" Song Ren asked again.


    Qian Meigui shook her head, but then she said, "I have a round-bottom flask."


    Song Ren felt like chuckling, but she contained herself. "Perfect."


    "I need you to break it on my mark. You take that bitch, and I will take my uncle."


    Qian Meigui nodded.


    After the data loaded, both Song Zemin and Lin Anni gasped in satisfaction. The work was authentic.


    They turned to face them. Song Zemin clapped. "Song Ren, your reputation remains; you do not disappoint."


    Song Ren gritted her teeth. "Now can you let us go?" She asked him.


    Song Zemin thought momentarily. "You see I can''t let that happen," he began. "If you tell the police everything, then we''ll be arrested and all this," he pointed at the empty space as if it was his dominion, "will be for nothing."


    Song Ren seethed out, "If you kill Song Rui''s daughters, then you''re in for a load of shit."


    "Ah, but all I have to do is take down Rui. That, too, was long overdue."


    "You''re disgusting," Song Ren responded.


    Song Zemin then turned to Lin Anni, "You may go. I will take care of these two," he said.


    Lin Anni gave him a look of disgust before nodding and turning away. Qian Meigui thought they might have divorced when Lin Anni discovered that her husband was a psychopath, but even she wasn''t entirely a saint. But despite their marital downfall, they were partners in crime.

 Chapter 111 - Protect

    As Lin Anni ascended the stairs, Song Ren said. "Now!"


    Qian Meigui smashed the round-bottom flask on the ground. They both picked up a piece of a glass shard. Song Ren then sprinted towards her uncle who dodged her attack. But Song Ren fought with gracefulness and swiftness. Every time Song Zemin attempted to hit her, she swayed left and right, down and hit him in the stomach with an uppercut that left him winded.


    Qian Meigui started towards Lin Anni, who was about to close the wooden doors of the cellar. Her drive to help Song Ren grew, and she was determined not to let her aunt lock them in. So she ran towards her and using her body, she attacked her. Qian Meigui ended up outdoors; it was dark and difficult to see but using her body mass; Qian Meigui crushed her by sitting on top. She did not have the desire to kill her, but she knew that she couldn''t let her go. So using her hands, she wrapped it around her neck to choke her¡ªnot the life out of her¡ªto keep her unconscious until she can tie her up and then resuscitate her. As Qian Meigui watched her fight to keep her breathing, she leaned down, "You shouldn''t have thought about greed over family, bitch."


    Meanwhile, Song Ren fought Song Zemin. Her weakness was that he was still bigger and stronger than her. One wrong move and she could die. Song Ren continued to fight his attacks, but she was looking for a vulnerable spot to kill him. She studied anatomy for years, and if she got to hit one of the arteries or particular organs, it would either kill him instantly or leave him wounded long enough for escape.


    She also took classes on how to fight men years ago; therefore, it came in handy. She aimed for the sensitive parts of his body. But when she tried to punch him, he grasped her down and forcefully pinned her onto the ground. She met the cold floor with a loud thud, knocking the breath from her.


    He flashed his knife to cut her, but she wriggled underneath with all her might. Even though she was willing to sacrifice herself for Qian Meigui, she knew that she escaped. But to die now, alone, she had to give herself a chance. Su Feng was waiting for her at home, and he had no clue as to what she was doing. He also believed that she would return unharmed. And if he were to be a widower, despite not marrying yet, it would be unforgivable.


    So Song Ren kicked him in the groin hard with her knee. Song Zemin released his grip, so she punched his throat, knocking the airways from him. Song Ren then kept hitting his throat until he was unable to breathe. With her glass shard, she aimed down for the carotid artery in his neck. When blood oozed out, she pulled herself away from him, ascending the stairs where she found Qian Meigui resuscitating Lin Anni whose hands were tied together.


    "Let''s go!" Song Ren said to Qian Meigui. They both then ran back into the dark field, but they ran blindly, and the only light they had was the moon. But not long after, they heard a helicopter descending on the ground. Both Song Ren and Qian Meigui ran towards it. The lights of the chopper flashed, guiding them the way. Qian Meigui could see Song Sheng on the ground waiting for her. So she cried and ran towards him, her heart still panting.


    But they suddenly heard gunshots. Qian Meigui''s heart raced. Lin Anni''s men from before surrounded the area with their guns, but not long after, Song Sheng summoned his men.


    Qian Meigui was still far from him because of the helicopter parked on a flat field. She saw Song Sheng running towards her, towards them both, when they heard the gunshots firing behind them at close range. Qian Meigui turned around swiftly as she ran to catch a glimpse, it was Song Zemin who''s clothes were drenched in blood, clutching at his neck. She heard Song Ren swore.


    Song Sheng ran faster, holding a gun himself, shooting at Song Zemin. He placed himself in front of Qian Meigui. Song Zemin was hit, swaying and falling, but not before he already hit one of them.


    Qian Meigui ran up to Song Sheng who stood dazed over Song Zemin''s body. "Let''s Go!" She demanded him. But Song Sheng turned around, holding his abdomen. His face had gone pale, and he looked as if he was at a loss for words. Qian Meigui stilled, but Song Ren ran towards him as he fell to the ground.


    Qian Meigui did not remember what she was doing. But all she knew next was that she knelt over him. Song Ren had ripped her suit apart to tend his wound. "Mei, are you okay?" she asked her. Qian Meigui stared at Song Sheng who looked back at her with a smile, his lips blood-crusted. This was all too familiar to her, and she felt as if she couldn''t breathe.


    "Mei, I need you here with me," Song Ren said. "I''m a doctor so that I will help him," she assured her. But Qian Meigui glanced at her with vacant, hollow eyes. She could see Song Ren trembling as she tried to help her brother. As a doctor, Song Ren had to ensure that those who witness trauma, don''t experience trauma. She had to make sure all patients were all right, even though she was tending to the person she looked up the most.


    Qian Meigui did not remember how she ended up in the hospital. The time between was blank. She remembered the Song Rui came with a helicopter squad of his own, lifting Song Sheng up with them.


    She learned after that Song Jun had used his drone to pick up Song Ren''s location when she disappeared. He then sent Song Sheng and the others their coordinates.


    A doctor approached all of them in the private waiting room. It was the hospital Song Rui owned.


    Everyone Song Sheng was close with was there. Song Sheng was in the ICU post-surgery.


    "He''s steady," the nurse began, interrupting her thoughts.


    "Can we see him?" Song Ren asked nervously as Su Feng held her by the waist.


    "Only one family member," she said.


    Song Ren looked towards Qian Meigui, "you go first."


    Qian Meigui was stunned. She looked at the faces of the twins, Song Rui, Yang Rei, and all the rest. None of them objected. Did they know the status of their relationship?


    Song Jinyi stepped towards her. "If Song Sheng wants anyone near him, it''s you, Mei."


    A tear slipped from her eyes; she looked towards Yang Rei, who nodded at her in permission. A mother should be the one to see her son. So Qian Meigui turned her heel towards the nurse, "Could he see two people?" she asked her. The nurse hesitated, but she nodded in agreement.


    Yang Rei took Qian Meigui by the hand and said, "I don''t blame you. So stop blaming yourself." Qian Meigui didn''t say anything, didn''t think. But it was as if Yang Rei could read her so well.

 Chapter 112 - Truth

    Qian Meigui and Yang Rei stepped into the hospital ward. The doctor informed them of his current condition. "He''s not awake," the doctor began to Qian Meigui''s disappointment. "He needs time to rest and recuperate due to the extensive injury he received," she paused, turning to Yang Rei. "Mrs. Song, if it weren''t for Song Ren''s efforts, he wouldn''t be alive."


    Yang Rei looked down grimly, but she smiled a bit, almost as if she knew that Song Ren had that capability.


    As they stepped into the hospital room, they saw machines tied to Song Sheng, keeping him alive. He wore a long hospital gown; his jet-black hair tumbled over his eyes, bandages wrapped around his exposed abdomen.


    He wore an oxygen mask over his face, but the fog ensured that he was still alive and breathing. While Yang Rei was speaking to the doctor, Qian Meigui stepped closer to him. She grasped his hand, warm to the touch. She sighed in relief. The hours since it happened and came to the hospital, she didn''t eat, didn''t sleep. She looked out blankly. When she finally held his hand, she began to cry, letting the tears cascade down her cheek.


    Yang Rei spoke to the nurse as she watched Qian Meigui with her eldest son. No one told her or the twins about the nature of their relationship. But it was obvious. While Qian Meigui was gone, Song Sheng stayed at the Song Mansion for many nights, working with Song Jun. He didn''t sleep, and when he did, it was either on the couch or a chair. She let them have their privacy as a nurse came in and introduced herself.


    Qian Meigui finished crying, beginning to feel better. She then grabbed Song Sheng''s hand, laying a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Until he woke, she will ensure that she put the people responsible for his injuries and her parent''s deaths in jail. She will also reveal herself as she can now. But most importantly, she needed to confront Song Rui for some more clarity.


    Qian Meigui took a deep breath, glancing at him once more, determined that she will fight while he''s asleep, fighting to wake. She then turned her heel, passing Yang Rei, whom she nodded at with a smile before leaving.


    Song Ren saw Qian Meigui leave the ward with her expression soft and gentle. It made her feel relieved. She was too afraid to go in. Song Sheng was the big brother she knew all her life, and memories flashed. She recalled a time when Song Sheng''s face appeared to be reserved and broody, so Song Ren imitated that look, making their parents laugh as she looked angry. Song Sheng got annoyed, so she kept making those faces around him, but soon after, it made him laugh too.


    Lost in her thoughts, Qian Meigui approached her. "I need to do something. Can you stay with him while I am gone?" Song Ren nodded. "Of course. We will all take turns, however long it takes." Qian Meigui smiled. She then approached Song Rui, "I need you to clarify some things for me." Song Rui appeared to be grave, but all he said was, "All right."


    Qian Meigui and Song Rui left. Soon after others begin to leave knowing that they had to go home since none of them had rest.


    The doctor approached Song Ren after Qian Meigui left. "Doctor Ren," she called out. Song Ren turned to face her, smiling grimly. "I''m not a doctor. I''m still in school."


    The doctor smiled at her. "You''re skills are awe-inspiring for your age, quite immaculate. I wanted to compliment you on your work. Will you ever work in the hospital?"


    Song Ren never thought of it. She had been working in an office all her life. "Perhaps one day," she responded with a gentle smile.


    The doctor was about to leave, but her eyes widened when she glanced at Su Feng, her face slightly flushed as she walked away. Song Ren chuckled when Su Feng enclosed his arms around her waist. "I want to get married when Sheng is well."


    Su Feng nodded, giving her a peck on the lips. "Anytime you want," he responded. Song Ren hugged him, and Su Feng tightened their embrace, breathing in her scent. He heard what she had done, and he was initially angry due to how reckless and impulsive she acted. But Su Feng knew Song Ren well; it was definitely something she would do. He then leaned into her ear, whispering, "For your heroic attributes. What do you say to a night of love-making for a reward?" Song Ren flushed red, gritting her teeth. She looked at him, his ice-blue eyes watched her with warmth, like an iceberg thawing. But Song Ren fell for it, the depths of his seduction. "Later," was all she said with a smirk.


    Song Ren saw Yang Rei walk out of the ward. "See your brother, and then go home," her mother said to her. Song Ren nodded.


    Qian Meigui arrived at the mansion, and instead of going to the study, they went to the living space. Song Rui looked out of the balcony windows where the sun was at it''s highest point. Qian Meigui sat across him on an armchair.


    "I need you to be honest," Qian Meigui began daringly. "I know mainly everything in fragments and pieces, and I can guess the gaps in between. But I want to hear it from you."


    Song Rui nodded gravely. He then loosed a deep breath before he began. "My younger brother took Song Entertainment from me because of my father. Now it belongs to Sheng. But my youngest, Song Zemin, and I worked side-by-side to develop and launch Song Pharmaceuticals. I couldn''t do it on my own. But I trusted him. He was my baby brother," Song Rui paused.


    "Zemin met Lin Anni, and they hit it off instantly. But they both grew too cunning, and next thing we knew, they were scheming and plotting. I knew what my brother was planning, but I didn''t stop him. I hoped that he would turn his way for the better, but he was far too gone," Song Rui drifted into thought.


    "The night your parents died, Aiguo called me. She said that she knew that they were coming for her. I had no idea that Zemin and Lin Anni conjured an entire team within the company to execute this scheme. Perhaps it was for money, who knows."


    "But I know its all my fault," he finished.


    "Why?" Qian Meigui questioned.


    "Because after I launched the company, I gave Zemin nothing. He got angry, grew ambitious. It was like a betrayal to him, and as a result, he betrayed Aiguo and me. I should have seen it coming. Could I have intercepted?" he questioned more to himself for Qian Meigui. Song Rui nodded. "Perhaps, but I knew there were others that would have been after the formula. You see, they didn''t think I took the USB after Aiguo had died. They found out only recently because Song Ren activated the stick at work, knowingly from the traitors that worked in. I had to weed them out. But I trusted that my daughter would do what I needed her to do. And she did so." Song Rui picked up a file full of doc.u.ments from the coffee table, passing it to her. "Song Ren found evidence of every name of every person that was involved in your parent''s murder. There were cryptic patterns, videos, and pictures. It was all uploaded after Aiguo died. But she did an automatic-upload. So even if she died, there would be proof."


    Qian Meigui stared at him eye-wide, unbelieving. She then looked over at the files. She looked over at the names. "Wait, your name is on this?"


    Song Rui smiled grimly. "Though I had nothing to do with their murders. I confess to obstruction of justice. The police investigated me years ago, but I didn''t admit the truth."


    Qian Meigui shook her head. "That''s okay. You were protecting your family."


    "And you," Song Rui admitted, glancing up at her with his laugh lines creasing, his golden eyes shining with the sun''s hues. Qian Meigui''s eyes welled with tears. She then rose, stepping towards him. She crouched down to hug him. "I won''t turn you in," she whispered. "I will think of something else." She pulled away. "Thank you for giving me this," she said. Song Rui smiled grimly at her, nodding. "Do whatever you deem fit," he said. Qian Meigui smiled, "I will."


    Afterwards, Qian Meigui went back to the hospital with the doc.u.ments. Song Sheng stayed in a private room. The staff organized a bed next to his. She watched him momentarily before beginning to read all the details.


    For days and nights, she stayed at the hospital. Not only was she preparing for court. She prepared to tell the world, her story. She was Qian Meigui, the daughter of a lawyer and doctor who had died. She had to pretend to die, blending in with the Song family to avoid getting killed and hunted because she knew who the killers looked like from witnessing them. They were a part of the Pharmaceutical and Medicine industry, wanting the formula for themselves. But in her years living with the Song family, she had grown to be happy, falling in love as a result.

 Chapter 113 - Twenty-Three

    One month later:


    Qian Meigui organized a vase of bluebells as the sun shone brightly illuminating the entire hospital room. She watched as the patients down below walked around the yard for their daily exercise, some young, some old. It was a beautiful hot day to go somewhere, to do something wild or enjoyable. But Qian Meigui wouldn''t ever want to be anywhere without the person she waiting for to wake.


    One of the sun rays hit the room, so she turned around, facing Song Sheng, where it hit his perfectly crafted face, his eyes still closed shut. And she never missed anything more than to stare into his gold-flecked eyes again. It had been nearly thirty days since the incident, and his dark hair had already grown near his neck; his muscles softened, he had lost weight, but nothing changed the fact that he was still Song Sheng, the man who protected her with his life.


    The last month was agonizing, but she knew that when Song Sheng was ready, he would come back to her. It wasn''t the end of their story.


    Qian Meigui stepped towards him, leaning down on the bed to plant a gentle kiss on his smooth forehead.


    She had confessed to Song Jinyi and Song Jun the truth. The twins told her that they already knew. ''Song Jun and I followed you sneaking out of the house once'' Song Jinyi told her, amusingly. ''You weren''t very good at being discreet,'' she finished. They didn''t care that Song Sheng and Qian Meigui were lovers; on the contrary, it only made their familial bond stronger. She embraced the twins, staring into their eyes, knowing that they would become brilliant people in their unique way, no matter where that road led them. She still had not told the world yet about who she was, but now she was ready.


    Qian Meigui savoured another longing glance at Song Sheng before she turned her heel to leave the ward. Song Ren was leaning against the door frame wearing scrubs as she picked up hours to volunteer at the hospital. Qian Meigui gave her a wave of good-bye before Song Ren entered the room.


    Afterwards, she drove home to pick up some doc.u.ments, throwing her purse over her shoulder before she exited the house. Qian Meigui then drove to the courthouse, where she had to speak against the crimes that happened twelve years ago. The best part about that day was the fact the Song Rui had dug up the original autopsy reports of Qian Aiguo''s and Qian Shanyuan''s bodies. Instead of injuries from an accident, it identified that bullets indeed killed them. It made her feel confident and at peace.


    Zhong Liu represented her case. She took the podium, facing every person who attended the court. Some were representatives of Song Corporation, and others Song Entertainment. Supporters of Sun Group and Wen law firm also came. Yang Minzhe and all the rest appeared as well. There was a space between Song Jinyi and Su Feng, but Qian Meigui felt relieved when she saw Song Ren entering hurriedly in her scrubs, squeezing in between her family and friends to sit. She then glanced up Qian Meigui giving her a curt nod and smile. Qian Meigui figured that Song Ren had gotten someone else to watch Song Sheng.


    Qian Meigui straightened her back, holding up her chin high, inhaling a deep breath. "My name is Qian Meigui..." she began.


    So she told her entire story, details of the beginning. From the time before her conception to the time that Qian Aiguo and her husband were shot and killed. She didn''t waver, didn''t look towards Lin Anni. The entire time she remained focused, though, it was difficult to tell. Although she was about to receive justice, she felt disheartened. She spent years on this case, it gave her something to look forward, and now that it was solved, she felt like she had nothing.


    "So the Song family had protected me all these years, blending me as one of their own. Though my death certificate is a forged doc.u.ment from the Rui Institute, I don''t want to charge Song Rui. He may have also hidden the evidence of my parent''s autopsy reports, but he did it for me, to fake my death. Call it a form of witness protection; that''s what he did. And I am grateful for him and his family."


    The judge listened to her story. Many people in the benches that didn''t know about her identity were shocked, and they felt for Qian Meigui, for her tragic life. But afterwards, she felt some relief. She had confessed who she was.


    Song Rui gave his testimony about what happened years ago. And after the hearing, witnesses and testimonies, Lin Anni was charged for Murder on the first degree, for plotting and premeditating the entire thing. She was also charged for kidnapping with intent to harm the victims. Her sentence was for life. The charges against Song Rui for obstruction of justice dropped due to Qian Meigui''s plea.


    Song Zemin was dead; therefore, Qian Meigui felt like she passed the final test of her life.


    After the trial, Zhong Liu approached her, shaking her hand, "Hello, I am Zhong Liu." Qian Meigui smiled at him, shaking his hand, "Nice to meet you, Zhong Liu. I am Qian Meigui." Zhong Liu grinned.


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    News spread of the case of the little girl who died in the triple deaths that occurred years ago, it shocked the news outlets: She was alive! Hidden in plain sight!


    Many netizens were impressed at the fact that the Song family had pulled off the trick. Since Song Rui had four children, not many questioned the fifth. She was the middle child, in between Song Sheng, Song Ren, and the lovely but naughty twins. But it made sense, Qian Meigui didn''t look like them. She was beautiful but different from the Song''s imperial beauty.


    Theories then enveloped the internet with old pictures that surfaced and evidence about the trials. Old News articles returned about how her parent''s deaths were initially not believed to be suspicious but now ruled as a double-homicide.


    Qian Meigui shut off the internet, for now. She only wanted to focus on Song Sheng''s health. So she went to the hospital.


    Although Song Sheng''s hair grew, so did hers. Qian Meigui decided to wear a modest white-flowered print dress. She wore her wavy hair braided with thin waterfall braids as the other half of her hair was kept loose. She went to exchange the bluebells that were dying with new ones when she began to hear low grunts coming from behind her. Qian Meigui froze with her hands in the air, holding the stems of the flowers in her hands. Her heart raced, but then Song Ren rushed in, smiling, panting.


    She began to check on the equipment, pulling out data. "I didn''t want to tell you just in case it may not happen. But Song Sheng had been showing a lot of gradual brain activity for nearly two weeks now. It had to be any day now, I knew it. He had been showing a lot of improvement in his body, and he had grown healthier," Song Ren said to her as she kept busy.


    When Qian Meigui glanced up at him once more, she realized then. His face regained colour, his body full and shaped; his body twitched, waking.


    The next thing she knew, he opened his eyes and was looking at her with his gold-flecked eyes. Song Ren stepped forward, "You''re okay big brother. You''re in the hospital." She began to check his vitals. "What you are experiencing now is confusion. I have already called for the doctors. But if you can hear me, I need you to blink twice for me." Song Sheng blinked, and he blinked again. Qian Meigui felt emotional that he was responding. But as Song Sheng paid attention to Song Ren, he occasionally stole a glance at Qian Meigui with his gentle gaze as if relief washed over him.


    "Mei, love," Song Ren began. "I know you''re happy that he''s all right. But the doctors and I are going to do more tests. When he''s okay, you''ll be able to see him. All right?" Qian Meigui nodded.


    It had only been 11 hours, but to her, it felt like a lifetime. Song Ren came over, her eyes tired, but happy. "He''s awake and fully conscious. He wants to see you." Qian Meigui lept towards her, embracing her. A tear fell from her eyes, "Thank you, Ren." Song Ren hugged her back, "You''re welcome," she responded, smiling.


    Qian Meigui took steps back to the ward; her heart raced as she took slow steps. She was eager, but she was also afraid. She found him gazing out the window, at the brink of dawn, towards the bluebells. Song Sheng must have heard her footsteps as he turned, glancing at her with a tender grin. "What day is it?" he asked, out of the blue. Qian Meigui chuckled. "It''s the third of August," she said. Song Sheng smiled gently, becking her to come closer with a wave of his hand.


    Qian Meigui cautiously took steps; her chest thundered through her ears. He was reaching out for her, and when she met his touch, electricity surged through them. He held her against his chest, cradling her head, "Happy birthday," he said to her. Qian Meigui chuckled with brimming tears. "I''m sorry, I missed yours." Song Sheng shook his head. "I''m an old man," he teased, "birthdays no longer count for me," he finished. "Twenty-nine years old? Hmm, no. You''re at your prime," Qian Meigui responded, playfully. Song Sheng gazed down at her with a warm smile, a look of longing. With tears in her eyes, Qian Meigui admitted. "I love you."


    Song Sheng leaned down, kissing her lips deeply as a tear cascaded down his face. "I love you too," he whispered against her salt-tasted lips.

 Chapter 114 - Recovering

    Song Sheng kissed her passionately when their entire family walked in. Qian Meigui pulled away from him, flushed and embarrassed. But Song Sheng enclosed his forearm around her waist, gently tugging her against him, grinning smugly.


    Song Jinyi raised a brow, "So when did this exactly start?" she asked curiously, stepping closer.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng glanced at each other, not knowing how to answer, but then they began to laugh. Song Sheng was rubbing her back soothingly when Qian Meigui shook her head. "Who knows?" she responded. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng kept going back and forth about their feelings for years. They couldn''t date as they were afraid of the risks, fearful of what their family would think, worried about what the other would have thought if they confessed.


    But now, they were together.


    Yang Rei stepped forward, her mouth gaped, nearly falling to her knees when she saw Song Sheng awake and well. Qian Meigui stepped aside. For the past haunting six weeks, Yang Rei maintained a steady composure, mainly to soothe the worries of her other children. But to her, Song Sheng was her eldest son, and in her eyes, he was still her baby boy.


    Yang Rei embraced Song Sheng lightly and gently, crying over his shoulder. Song Sheng smiled as he attempted to stroke her back, but he was too sore, so he clumsily patted his mother''s back whispering something in her ear that none of the others could hear.


    Afterwards, Song Jinyi and Song Jun properly greeted and spoke to him privately as Qian Meigui leaned against the doorframe. Song Ren then stood in front of her, "So the reason why you weren''t seeing any other men was that you and Sheng were f.u.c.k.i.n.g?" Qian Meigui blushed red, covering half her face. "What kind of question is that?" She responded. Song Ren chuckled, "Yup. You two have so much in common," she remarked. Qian Meigui was puzzled, but Song Ren shook her head, laughing.


    Afterwards, Song Ren took Qian Meigui by the hand to meet with Song Sheng.


    "Brother, you are going to be discharged in a few days," Song Ren said to him.


    "Did you marry that Su boy?" he asked her.


    Song Ren was surprised. She shook her head. "No. Why?"


    "I''m sorry," he admitted.


    Song Ren smiled. "Please, Sheng. I was waiting for you to wake dimwit. It didn''t matter how long it took." Song Sheng smiled before he stretched out to ruffle Song Ren''s hair. She then smacked his hand away, removing her hair tie to comb out the strands of her long black hair with her fingers. "Listen, my hair means everything to me." Song Sheng laughed at her. He then looked at Qian Meigui, smiling before taking her hand. It was Song Ren''s cue to leave. Song Ren stepped away as re-tied her hair, walking away gracefully.


    "Will you stay with me tonight?" he asked Qian Meigui with a deep magnetic tone. She nodded. "Hmm."


    Everyone stayed in the hospital room with Song Sheng until the night had fallen. Qian Meigui was finally left alone with him to have a conversation. A nurse had left him a tray of food when Qian Meigui began to cut the chicken into pieces so that he could eat comfortably without straining his body.


    After he finished eating, he asked, "Can you take me for a night stroll?" Qian Meigui went to ask the nurse if he could go for a walk, and the nurse permitted them, so long as he took a walker.


    Qian Meigui then helped raise him, and to steadily take hold of the walker, but she flushed as she realized that his entire backside was exposed. "Can you tie my hospital gown?" Song Sheng asked her. Qian Meigui nodded, steadily grasping the strings of his gown.


    She began to tie them around his body when she stole an appreciative look. He was tall; his back muscles remained shaped. She felt compelled to kiss him, so she leaned in, planting one at the dip of his lower back, at the beginning of the arch that curved down. Song Sheng shivered, gritting his teeth as he turned around to face her. He appeared to be pained. "I''m sorry," she said with shame. Song Sheng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Let''s go before we end up tangled in these sheets," he said, getting a head start. Qian Meigui flushed. But she had to remember that his body wasn''t ready for a heavy exercise.


    Qian Meigui walked next to him as he used the walker to help him regain his steps and balance on his legs. After weeks of not walking, to him, it felt numb. He studied medicine for years, so he knew exactly how to take care of himself.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng went outside where the street lamps shone brightly, illuminating its rays on the sidewalk around the hospital. He then chucked the walker to the side, leaving Qian Meigui baffled "!!!"


    Song Sheng then tried to stay up straight when Qian Meigui grasped his waist, pressing their bodies side by side. He settled his arm around her for a better grip. "Better," he said. Qian Meigui clenched her teeth. "You said you would use the walker." Song Sheng shook his head; his dark locks fell over his eyes beautifully. "I didn''t promise."


    Qian Meigui then paused their walking. She then pushed the strands of his hair to one side of his head. "How is that you look even more handsome after staying in a hospital bed for weeks?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. Song Sheng shrugged playfully, revealing his dimpled grin. "You look like a playboy," she remarked. Song Sheng roared a laugh, but then he bent to grab on his stomach. "Does it hurt?" she asked him. Song Sheng shook his head. "Just don''t make me laugh." Qian Meigui bit her lip, trying to prevent herself from saying anything that would hurt him.


    Song Sheng began to walk towards a bench to rest, still placing an arm around her. They gazed up at the stars, reminiscing the past. "We don''t have to hide in the dark anymore," Qian Meigui blurted out to him. Song Sheng nodded. "I didn''t have to tell anyone, but they knew when I wracked my brain for weeks while you were gone," he said. Qian Meigui smiled grimly. "I''m sorry, Sheng."


    Song Sheng faced her puzzled. Qian Meigui''s lips began to quiver in a sob. He used his free hand to reach out, using his thumb to wipe away her hot tears. He knew what she was apologizing for. She must have blamed herself for everything. But he did not regret a thing.


    It nearly gave him a heart attack when he couldn''t find Qian Meigui and Song Ren had disappeared along with her. When Song Jun gave him their new location, he did not hesitate to hop in the helicopter ordering Rong Ming to move the aircraft.


    He noticed someone aiming to shoot her, and impulsively, he went to shield her, not giving a damn about what happened to him, so long as she was safe.


    "It''s not your fault," he began. "I would do it over again," he assured Qian Meigui. Qian Meigui pouted shaking her head. "Not necessary. It''s over now."


    Qian Meigui then updated him about the lengthy trials and how she had to confess who she was because it was relevant towards the court case. Many people were surprised; others had thought what happened to her was something out a film. "Everyone knows who I am," she finished speaking.


    "You''re Qian Meigui," he said, calling her name out loud.


    She nodded, "Mhm."


    "Would you prefer Qian Meigui or Song Mei?" he asked her casually. But it stirred something in her heart. "What are you referring to?" she asked him while being too shy to look at him. "If you were to take my name one day, you''d still be Song Mei."


    Qian Meigui never thought about that before. Her real name was something of the past, whereas Song Mei was a name that pulled her towards the future. But she never wanted to forget about that past; she wanted to embrace it. She then finally made a choice. "I want my legal name to be Qian Meigui, that''s who I am. But if we are to get married one day, then Mrs. Song should do," she said with a smile.


    Song Sheng smiled, grabbing her chin to give her a deep kiss. "That shall do," he said against her lips. The kiss grew deeper under the moonlight, as most things hide in the night. But to Song Sheng and Qian Meigui, the dark didn''t mean hiding; it meant to embrace.


    Afterwards, Qian Meigui walked him back to the ward, curling up next to Song Sheng, sleeping until dawn broke again.

 Chapter 115 - To My Love

    After days of waiting, tests, and checking the progression of his body, Song Sheng was discharged from the hospital.


    It was nightfall when Yang Rei helped him settle into the mansion. From the past few days at the hospital, he proved to be showing quick progress as he was able to walk and move around on his own without struggling. The only thing he couldn''t do was overexert his body.


    The twins settled his stuff in the guest room of the main floor. They took some of Song Sheng''s things from his old room, moving them downstairs as they didn''t want him to take the stairs.


    After settling his stuff, Song Ren came into his bedroom with Su Feng and a bottle of champagne. Su Feng shook Song Sheng''s hand as he was glad that his soon-to-be brother-in-law was doing well. They exchanged some words as Song Ren passed around glasses of the bubbling liquid. Song Sheng leaned against the headboard as the others sat around him on the bed.


    As the men spoke, Song Ren thought of something curiously. "Hey, Sheng," she called out, interrupting. Song Sheng turned to face her. "Who the f.u.c.k was the one who ratted out Mei? I''ve been trying to figure it out," she asked.


    "I''m afraid if I say it, you''ll commit a crime yourself, and I am in the brink of taking care of it," he responded.


    Song Ren shook her head appalled. "Me? Commit a crime. Nope. I won''t, now tell me," she demanded. Song Sheng sighed. "Yu Qingge sent Lin Anni and other members of her Mei''s family emails with pictures along with her real name." Song Ren tried to calm her temper by closing her eyes, taking deep breaths. But she couldn''t resist clenching her fingers and grinding her teeth together.


    Su Feng then rose, kneeling in front of her, placing his hands over hers. Song Ren seemed to be fuming with anger. For weeks she had been sleeping restlessly, trying to figure out who caused this to harm her family. Although Qian Meigui had always been in danger, it wasn''t right for anyone to expose her. It put her and Song Sheng in harm''s way.


    Su Feng coaxed her by soothing his thumb over her hands, whispering something in her ears. He was with her during her restless nights, trying to play detective. Song Ren felt helpless that she couldn''t solve anything. She then smiled and rose. "I will return tomorrow," Song Ren said, leaving with Su Feng. She then paused at the threshold, glancing towards the two of them, smirking before she disappeared entirely.


    Qian Meigui rolled her eyes as she rose to turn the lights off in the room to go to bed. "Can you cut my hair?" Song Sheng asked. Qian Meigui frowned. Song Sheng chuckled, "at least a trim," he said. Qian Meigui then smiled as she approached him, taking his hands. He rose with their hands locked together. She then guided him towards the bathroom.


    As they walked in Song Sheng began to remove his clothes. Qian Meigui glanced away. "What are you doing!?" she asked him. As she peaked a glance, she noticed he was grinning at her playfully. "I need to take a bath," he said. Qian Meigui then nodded, "All right."


    Song Sheng discarded the rest of his clothing as Qian Meigui turned on the faucet, warming up the water. Moments later, Song Sheng placed himself in the bath, dipping his had back, feeling relaxed. Song Sheng began to wash with soap when Qian Meigui removed her sandals, moving the skirt of her sundress up, walking in the tub and sitting at the edge of it behind him. She then helped him wash using a cloth to scrub into his body.


    Afterwards, she washed his hair, thoroughly soaking his long locks. His wet hair ended at the nape of his neck; he looked handsome as his golden-brown eyes turned to gaze at her. Qian Meigui felt momentarily lost, dazed, but she shook her head from any lingering, dangerous thoughts.


    She lept out of the tub, drying her feet on the rug, as she grabbed a pair of scissors and a comb. When she returned, she went back to the edge of the tub, combing through Song Sheng''s clean black hair. Using the scissors, she began to trim his hair evenly into a beautiful shape. Afterwards, she dried his hair using a towel, massaging his head gently.


    When she finished, Song Sheng rose from the tub with the small towel over his shoulders. With his clean hair cut, he looked like the best version of himself. She did not cut off most of his hair; she only trimmed it. His hair was full and volumized, spilling over his eyes, but not long enough to curl around his neck. Song Sheng smiled as he glanced at his reflection at the mirror, turning towards her. He grabbed her face planting a deep kiss before he left to put on some clothes.


    Qian Meigui took Song Sheng to bed once he placed on a fresh pair of clothes. When they dove under the covers, Qian Meigui embraced his body gently. She quickly fell asleep after a long day at the hospital when Song Sheng flicked on the lamp snapping a photo of her sleeping. Afterwards, he logged into his social media accounts, though, he barely used them. Song Sheng had gained thousands of followers due to his film and modelling projects. He uploaded the photo of Qian Meigui with the caption. "To my love: We had to hide for so long, and now we''re free." He didn''t put any context, allowing the netizens to fill in the gaps themselves.


    Within an hour, the media went into an uproar. Most people were shocked at the fact. Comments rolled in:


    "Aren''t they siblings?"


    "No, they''re not. The Song family took care of her for years."


    "Ah! I''m so happy for Sheng. I don''t know their story, but it seems like it was chaotic. After the Qian deaths, she had to hide under witness protection. Song Sheng had to pretend to be her brother while being in love with her all along!"


    Song Sheng shut off his phone as he gazed at Qian Meigui who had her wavy hair sprawled across the bed. Carefully, he moved closer to her as she snuggled in warmly.


    Now that they were together, there were many things they could look forward to, one step at a time.

 Chapter 116 - Partying

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    It was Song Ren''s summer commencement ceremony. She had completed all of her online courses and hours at the hospital to obtain her bio-medical degree with honours.


    She wore a black cap and gown and a golden sash over her academic dress to represent her class, honours standing, and her family; her cap sat on top of her head, over her long and unbound black hair. She stood up at the podium, feeling an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.


    As she stepped further onto the podium, Song Ren scanned the entire crowd to find her whole family sitting in the middle aisle standing and cheering her on. Su Feng was clapping in between snapping photos of her. He looked so proud of her that he practically beamed.


    Song Ren was someone who imagined herself to accept the reality: Get a degree, marry for business, and not take anything to heart. But since she met Su Feng, her heart had softened; she began to open up herself with everyone around her, becoming less reserved than usual.


    After receiving her degree, Song Ren sat with her graduating class until the ceremony was over. Afterwards, Su Feng snapped photos of her with her family as she raised a bouquet, smiling. She then took turns taking pictures with everyone individually. Song Sheng was well enough to move around as if nothing happened. He even began to go to the gym to train his body into great shape.


    Typically when Song Ren and Song Sheng took photos together, both their faces would be reserved, not showing many emotions. But today, they both smiled broadly, tugged side-to-side in an embrace. Qian Meigui stood by, touched. When it was her turn, Qian Meigui and Song Ren took photos with both silly and natural poses. With Su Feng, he lifted her high as she held her diploma with a bright smile.


    Afterwards, they all went back home for the graduation party. More family members such as the Song family that work for Sheng, the Yang''s, and friends from the company was there already waiting. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng openly displayed their affection, much to the dismay of Song Ren and the twins who were still adjusting to their relationship.


    At first, Qian Meigui was rather shy about it, but Song Sheng did not hesitate to hold her hand, embrace her randomly, or to kiss her out of nowhere.


    Song Sheng held her from behind as he rested his chin over her head for most of the party. Slowly, Qian Meigui grew more comfortable enough to return the same affection; they couldn''t keep their hands off from each other. Luckily, no one made any negative comments, and if they thought differently, then they kept it to themselves.


    But Qian Meigui didn''t care, she was tired of hiding and pretending.


    As the party went on, Song Ren and Su Feng went into details about their wedding. Nearly everyone was excited about an upcoming wedding; it gave them something to look forward to going.


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    By marriage ritual, before the wedding, the bride and groom typically celebrate with their friends separately. Song Ren took Qian Meigui, Song Jinyi, some girls from the company, and she even invited Xue Guangli to commemorate the night. Su Feng took some of his old friends, Song Sheng, Song Jun, and Zhong Liu.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng drove to pick up a drunk and blissfully happy Qian Meigui from her night out with the girls. He parked his car, waiting for her. But then Song Sheng chuckled as to how he noticed Qian Meigui clumsily stumbled on her way to the car with a smile on her face.


    He stepped out of the vehicle to help her in, fastening her seat belt. He then got to the driver''s seat when Qian Meigui unstrapped her seat belt and pounced on him eagerly. She rubbed her head against his chest, embracing him tightly. Song Sheng was off guard when Qian Meigui attacked him; therefore, they were in a unique position. His throat bobbed when Qian Meigui realized that they pressed against each other.


    Qian Meigui pulled away from him, "Sorry," she said, "I know you''re still healing."


    Song Sheng shook his head. "I am practically fitter than I was before," he responded.


    Qian Meigui flushed, she had noticed that since he began going to the gym, his natural-fit body had sculpted; she was now sure that if his company convinced him to do another photoshoot, that they would request him to be shirtless.


    Qian Meigui sighed at the thought, so she gave him a peck on the lips; there was no way that any other woman could steal from him from her. But the peck deepened as Song Sheng kept his eyes opened, gazing at her with deep affection. He then invaded her mouth with his tongue; their breaths hurried, and low m.o.a.ns escaped in between breaths.


    It had been three months since they had gone beyond kissing, and they were a practically panting with desire from the days Qian Meigui took care of him, but they never dared to go beyond the simplest touches. They had to be conservative with each other during his entire recovery process. However, Qian Meigui managed to provoke him just by her small actions, so he took over, caressing the skin of her thighs just beneath the hem of her short bodycon dress.


    Qian Meigui felt sober, but she was now dizzy with their intense passion. There was a gap between them that made them feel uncomfortable as they attempted to entangle each other. So Qian Meigui hopped on his thighs just right before the steering wheel.


    Song Sheng lowered the driver''s seat as they continued to kiss. Qian Meigui wrapped her arms around him as they both leaned back onto his seat, lying down. Song Sheng reached between her exposed thighs, pushing her underwear to the side¡ªnot taking them off¡ªand rubbing his fingers against the seams of her clit. Song Sheng attacked her neck with kisses as she released a m.o.a.n, biting her lips from her heavy breathing while Song Sheng worked between her thighs.


    Qian Meigui didn''t put any pressure towards his mostly-healed wound, but it was difficult when she was squirming on top of him as he pleasured her. Song Sheng sat up, kissing her lips. "We''re going to get caught," she said to him breathlessly against his neck. Song Sheng smiled, "It will be quick," he assured her. But it wasn''t quick.


    Since Song Sheng couldn''t overexert his body, Qian Meigui had to unbuckle his belt to release his hard length. She discarded her underwear to go on top of him steadily. She had not done this position before, but she felt him full as he thrust hard in her before she was even ready.


    Qian Meigui tried to stifle her sounds as he entered her. Afterwards, she pushed her hair to one side, as she took over and began to ride him; she closed her eyes as the pleasure was all too much for her. She began to rock her h.i.p.s against him, speeding up as she heard Sheng groan and call out her name. She then leaned forward, pausing, "Repeat it," she whispered against his ear.


    Song Sheng appeared to be pained that she stopped moving, preventing his climax. He looked at her, with l.u.s.tful, pleading eyes. "Qian Meigui," he breathed.


    Qian Meigui smiled satisfyingly, but just when she was about to move again, Song Sheng took over and began to plow her with his member, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her. He took a grip of her body as he thrust in her, moving his h.i.p.s against her, hard and fast.


    Within moments, Qian Meigui gripped onto him. The car windows were beginning to fog; the vehicle started to rock from the outside, and on the inside, the sounds were full of clapping and ambiguous m.o.a.ns. Though they were inside a car, it did not stop them from reaching each other''s highest peaks.

 Chapter 117 - Good Trouble

    Qian Meigui approached the long glass windows where the sun began to disappear behind the storming clouds. The rain started to trek down the windows; the soft pattern of the sound filled the space around her.


    She heard someone open the door behind her, tapping their feet against the rug by the entrance. Qian Meigui turned around, where Song Sheng was shaking his umbrella. "I will bring you a towel," she said by way of greeting as she immediately approached the bathroom, grabbing a dry cloth.


    Song Sheng waited for her by the entrance until she arrived. He began shaking his head like a dog, trying to air-dry his hair. "You''re going to wet the floor," she said, pushing his head low; using the towel, she ran the cloth over his hair. He didn''t let her finish when he glanced up at her, taking a grip of one of her wrists, and planting a deep kiss on her lips.


    Qian Meigui puffed up her cheeks, feigning annoyance. But he smiled at her with his dimpled cheek that made her forgive him instantly.


    After Qian Meigui finished drying his hair, Song Sheng removed his shoes, placing on slippers before entering their apartment. "Did you finish unpacking your clothes into the walk-in-closet?" he asked her, removing his long wet coat.


    "Hm," Qian Meigui responded, smiling.


    Song Sheng returned to work, and these days, he had been busy catching up on his work-load since the incident. He had relatives take over the company after he took a medical leave of absence. Once he fully recovered, he thought it would be easier to see each other if he asked Qian Meigui to live with him.


    Song Sheng''s closet was mostly empty, but now with her things, it was full and inviting.


    When she left the house, the twins were deeply sad, as Song Ren had also left the nest, too. But Qian Meigui told her that they could drop by anytime, and to let them know in advance¡ªin case they were not home, or in case they were exercising. Ever since she moved in, Song Sheng had been finding excuses to have s.e.x at unique places around the apartment. Not that she minded, though, Qian Meigui enjoyed their time together.


    Ever since Song Sheng nearly died, they confided in each other through their bodies, as they were grateful for being together, as they couldn''t put that dark time into words. But they still spoke trying to heal their inner wounds. But, regardless of everything in the past, they were happy.


    Qian Meigui stepped into the kitchen, preparing food when she received a phone call. It was Su Feng.


    After he spoke, she responded, "WHAT!?"


    Song Sheng was descending the stairs after he quickly changed into dry clothing. He furrowed his brows, puzzled. He stepped into the kitchen, "What is it?" he asked as he overhead Qian Meigui.


    She didn''t say anything as she paced around the room, listening to whoever called her.


    After she hung up the call, Qian Meigui went to the coat closet, taking one. "We have to go to the police station," she said.


    "Why?" Song Sheng asked her, worried.


    Qian Meigui sighed enthusiastically. "The police arrested Song Ren," she said.


    "What!?" Song Sheng responded.


    Qian Meigui passed him a dry coat and an umbrella. Without saying another word, Song Sheng followed her.


    They arrived at the police station promptly. They found Su Feng in the waiting room when they approached him. "What happened?" she asked. Su Feng sighed, "Song Ren found Yu Qingge, and she beat the hell out of her. They practically had a brawl outside a nightclub. We didn''t know she would be there, and Song Ren disappeared without telling me where she had gone. I couldn''t find her until security explained to me what happened."


    Qian Meigui didn''t know whether to laugh or cry. "Song Ren got arrested because of a catfight?" she said.


    Su Feng nodded and rolled his eyes, "It''s assault, they say."


    "Can they release her?" Song Sheng asked Su Feng deeply from behind Qian Meigui.


    "I can get her out on bail, but her record won''t be clean. If she has this, it''s bad for Song Corporation. A doctor with a criminal record?"


    "Is there anything we could do?" Qian Meigui interrupted glancing at Song Sheng and Su Feng back and forth.


    "That''s why I called you two. Yu Qingge will drop the charges under a certain someone''s persuasion." Su Feng glanced at Song Sheng, but Song Sheng''s face remained stern and cold, unwavering.


    "Got it," Song Sheng said, and nothing more. He then stepped passed them, heading towards the police officers. They let them see her in the local prison cell, not the ones for sentencing, but the ones detaining temporarily. Song Ren was standing, bored, wearing a thin-strapped black dress; she dressed promiscuously, no doubt because it was a date night with her future husband.


    When Song Ren saw everyone, her eyes lit up. "Get me out," she pleaded. Song Sheng approached the cell, "I should let them keep you here for being stupid," he said. Song Ren stuck out her tongue, unapologetically.


    Song Sheng then turned around to speak to the officer. "Was the other woman in the altercation here?" he said. The officer nodded, "Right this way."


    Yu Qingge sat on a chair within an office, not too far from Song Ren. She rose immediately as she saw Song Sheng, her face low in embarrassment. There were deep scratches on her face; her hair dishevelled. Qian Meigui stifled a laugh as she noticed that Song Ren looked well as if nothing happened.


    "Miss Yu," Song Sheng said deeply, his eyes resembling fire and fury.


    Yu Qingge did not say anything, looking away.


    "Officer, what did my sister and Miss Yu get into?" he asked.


    The officer held a clipboard, "According to Miss Yu Qingge''s police report; Miss Song Ren had approached her outside the nightclub and attacked her saying, ''You almost killed my brother and sister. Don''t f.u.c.k with the Song family or you will die, bitch,'' before she scratched and kicked her, as she pulled her hair."


    Qian Meigui''s lips quivered, preventing a laugh from escaping. But Song Sheng rubbed the space in between his brows, not amused.


    Song Sheng then approached Yu Qingge, crouching down to meet her eyes. "Can you drop the charges against my sister?" he said tonelessly.


    Yu Qingge snickered coldly. "You rich people think you can get away with things. She assaulted me. She should rot," she said.


    Song Sheng appeared to have almost lost his temper, but instead, he stood, towering her. With an icy tone, he responded, "Miss Yu. If you don''t release her without charges, then I will do nothing but charge you for compensation. Some of my agents have told me you declined roles I assigned you. Just because I was unwell, does not mean it would not have gone unnoticed. Let''s make a deal?" Song Sheng paused.


    "Drop the charges, and I won''t charge you the 10 million Yuan you owe. But, unfortunately, you will be blacklisted, never to work in the Entertainment industry. But at least you won''t be in debt. What do you say?" he asked her. Qian Meigui nearly shivered. She wasn''t sure if she was scared of him or excited.


    Yu Qingge appeared to have almost exploded. But she looked as if she was afraid of Song Sheng. "I will fight you in court," she said.


    "Hm," he began. "But I am confident in my legal team to ensure that you don''t step foot in the entertainment industry," he tugged Qian Meigui against him.


    "To ensure you do pay 10 million Yuan," He turned towards his girlfriend. "What do you say, dear? For 10 million Yuan, we could go months on holiday." Qian Meigui smiled. "But we have work, my love," she responded. Song Sheng snapped his thumb, "You''re right, my dear then we should use the money to invest. Doubling our pensions and then we can retire early."


    Qian Meigui gazed at him sincerely. She knew that Song Sheng had enough money for the two of them to retire now, but he was showing off their relationship to piss off Yu Qingge.


    Yu Qingge gitted her teeth, annoyed. "I will drop the charges if the three of you leave and f.u.c.k off," she said,


    Song Sheng smiled satisfyingly. The officer nodded and proceeded to take Song Ren out of the prison cell. As soon as she got out, Qian Meigui embraced her hard. She knew how heated Song Ren must have felt when she saw Yu Qingge. Qian Meigui hates Yu Qingge, but she was not the one to do anything, but Song Ren didn''t care. She wanted to teach that woman a lesson, and she was touched. Song Ren patted her back, smiling. After they parted, Su Feng grabbed her, raising her high, kissing her. "Let''s get married," he said.


    Song Ren flushed as he let her down. "Sorry for being a troubled wife," she responded with a cutesy face. Su Feng chuckled. "It was good trouble, and exciting too," he replied. They both laughed.


    "Thank you, brother-in-law," Su Feng said to Song Sheng. Song Sheng granted him a curt nod by way of a welcome.


    Afterwards, they all parted, and the rain had stopped. It was dark outside and the streets soaked by the pouring from earlier. Song Sheng and Qian Meigui drove back home. "Are you disappointed that you couldn''t damage Yu Qingge?" Qian Meigui asked him. Song Sheng raised a brow, "Her career is over," he responded. "Our revenge has been fulfilled." Qian Meigui smiled broadly at his response.


    "Let''s sleep early tonight; we have a wedding to go to tomorrow," she then changed the subject. Song Sheng smiled back at her mischievously.


    Despite the earlier fright, Song Sheng and Qian Meigui were in high spirits. Wedding season seemed to compel them with happiness.

 Chapter 118 - Wedding - Mr. and Mrs. Su

    Only Song Ren would be thrown in jail the night before her wedding. Luckily, however, when Qian Meigui went to the Song Mansion, where she met all the women to prepare their hair and makeup, Song Ren arrived as nothing happened.


    It was first thing in the morning, and Qian Meigui was jittery with excitement. She sat next to Song Ren in front of a well-lit mirror, as the stylists worked on their hair and makeup. Afterwards, when the stylists finished, Qian Meigui glanced at her reflection. Her hair curled softly; her makeup gave her pink eyelids, and blushed cheeks, complimenting her blush pink bridesmaid dress. She felt beautiful, but she knew that Song Ren would look more appealing since it was her special day.


    Qian Meigui turned to her sister, where the stylist was adding her last-minute adjustment. They were placing a crown over her straight-sleek black hair that stopped at her waist; her makeup held golden eyeshadow with fierce feline wings. Her cheekbones were sharp and hollow; her lips painted crimson. Her white dress was an off-shoulder sweet-heart gown encrusted with beads from the waist up.


    Qian Meigui''s mouth gaped, wondering why she was still surprised that Song Ren was perhaps the most beautiful woman she''d ever seen. Song Ren seemed to have noticed her reaction as she smiled at her through the mirror.


    "Do you think Su Feng would like it?" she asked.


    Qian Meigui nodded enthusiastically. Song Ren grabbed her hand, sighing deeply. She could tell that Song Ren''s heart was pounding by how much her chest expanded. She felt nervous and perhaps excited that she got to marry the man she loved.


    "When you and Sheng get married, I want little nieces and nephews as soon as possible. That way, our children can grow up together," Song Ren said to her.


    Qian Meigui flushed at her words. Song Sheng did not even propose, and yet Song Ren was sure of their union.


    The veil was the last thing they placed, over the crown on top of her head. Qian Meigui felt emotional at how great she looked, at how they were all preparing for stuff like weddings when there were more events ahead of them. And this point in time, this was something that they would look back at in the future.


    She was grateful that Song Ren and the others have been so good to her. The spirits of the Song family excited her, and she was one of them, whether as a daughter or daughter-in-law, it didn''t matter.


    The wedding took place at a large banquet, owned by the Long family. Long Huojin sent Song Ren a letter days before, "I wish you and your husband well, friend; this is my wedding gift to the happy couple - Long Huojin."


    Song Ren wanted Long Huojin to be there, but he said that he would not be in the country when the wedding took place, but he sent his best wishes to the both of them.


    The interior of one of the halls filled with decorated benches, white tulips, snowdrops, and orchids drowned the room, all over the floors, walls, and ceilings, arranged by Su Feng. Qian Meigui found her place in line in front of the double doors where Song Ren was behind them with Song Rui.


    Qian Meigui could see everything through peaking in between the doors. When the music began playing, she stood next to Song Jinyi as they walked down the aisle. Su Feng wore an all-white suit; his golden hair kept to the side. But Qian Meigui couldn''t help but glance at the man next to him.


    Song Sheng wore a white shirt underneath his black suit. He had a boutonniere on the left side of his suit. His hair kept neat, his face glowed. She didn''t linger her gaze for too long as she stepped onto the platform. The other bridesmaid''s followed her immediately after.


    As soon as the wedding song played, Song Ren entered the room with Song Rui at her side. Through her veil, Song Ren carried the aura of a feudal aristocratic woman. Qian Meigui beamed at her.


    When Su Feng took Song Ren''s hand, helping her step on the platform, his expression was sincere and emotional. He then flipped her veil over her crown, revealing her radiating beauty. He took a step back, his lips parted, taking an appreciative glance, with a look of longing and desire,


    the same look that he gave her the day Song Sheng surprised him at their grandparent''s banquet, over a year ago. Qian Meigui chuckled to herself.


    She dared herself to look towards Su Feng''s left where Song Sheng was gazing at her intensely. Qian Meigui flushed, but she shot her attention to Song Ren and Su Feng.


    Once they exchanged rings and vows, Su Feng kissed Song Ren deeply on the lips, giving her more pecks that followed. The crowd cheered them on, and Qian Meigui clapped enthusiastically, happy and proud. Song Ren''s smiled lit up the hall, as she revealed her vulnerability, and honesty: she loved Su Feng, there was no hiding it.


    After the wedding, they moved into the dance hall where food waited on the tables surrounding the floor. They all seated and ate. The guests danced until nightfall and continued until early morning. Song Sheng and Qian Meigui danced with their bodies pressed together and apart, depending on the rhythm of the music, but they danced freely in front of everyone. He would pick her up in between, reaching up to kiss her and she would wrap her arms around him.


    Song Ren and Su Feng were very much enjoying themselves, lost in their world, lost in each other.


    While they were dancing, Su Feng whispered to her, "I love you, Mrs. Su."


    Song Ren smiled against his lips, kissing him. After they parted, she said to him. "I love you too, Mr. Su."


    They pressed their foreheads as they danced and swayed.


    It was 5 in the morning when the hall emptied. Song Ren and Su Feng went to their hotel room to consummate their marriage, more or less, making love until they fell asleep. Despite staying up all night, they were energetic when it came to lovemaking.


    Meanwhile, Song Sheng drove Qian Meigui, who was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Instead of taking her home, he went in a different direction. Once they arrived, he lifted her in his arms, and she did not wake. She only stirred by snuggling into his embrace.


    Song Sheng carried her into an airplane, where he told the first-class employees not to bother them unless she was awake. He settled her down on a cabinet bed. It was small, but once he removed his shoes and jacket, they entangled each other to fit.


    The two of them slept until they arrived, but Qian Meigui had no idea that she even left China.

 Chapter 119 - Bay of Biscay

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    Qian Meigui woke up in an unfamiliar place, and she shouldn''t be surprised, as she had gone used to waking up from place to place. But this puzzled her exceedingly.


    Nevertheless, Song Sheng was right next to her in a tight space. He was gazing down at her affectionately, when she stared at him, puzzled. He then rose to take a flower from its stem, placing it in her hair.


    Qian Meigui looked around the space they were in; her eyes landed on a small window. When she opened the blinds, they were in the sky, descending in an airplane. She closed the window, looking back at Song Sheng in surprised.


    "You kidnapped me!?" She gasped jokingly.


    Song Sheng rolled his eyes. "I told you I would take you somewhere after everything is over," he said to her. Qian Meigui understood what he meant. Song Sheng suggested after the incident after the case dealing with her parent''s solved, and after they''ve both recovered, internally and externally.


    Qian Meigui wasn''t sure where they were landing, but judging by the colonial houses and beautiful villas, and fields of flowers from above; she was somewhere else entirely.


    She then turned to him. "It''s not our honeymoon, though," Qian Meigui stated sarcastically. Song Sheng then pinned her down against the cabinet bed. Luckily, there was a pushover door that concealed them in. He shut her mouth with his lips. His kiss was initially rough to quiet her, but then it grew softer and gentle, like the wind brushing delicate petals against each other.


    Song Sheng only let go when she began to tighten her grip around his shoulder blades, wanting to breathe. Qian Meigui panted for air after he released her. "All right, I''m sorry for teasing!" she apologized to him.


    Song Sheng smirked. "I wasn''t punishing you, though," he said.


    Qian Meigui flushed. She then wondered if he were ever angry at her. What would he do?


    Song Sheng could read her thoughts through her expressions. He then pinched her nose. "What are you thinking?"


    "Ah! Nothing!" She responded, gathering her composure. She then opened the cabinet window to look over at the plains of fields. "Where are we?" She asked.


    Song Sheng smiled at her. "You''ll see."


    Once they got off the plane, they went straight to a clothing store near the airport. But as they walked with their hands locked together, Qian Meigui noticed that the people around them were speaking a language she was not familiar. Most of the citizens were beautiful people of different skin complexions. She could see the beach on the horizon, surrounding the area like an island.


    Since the people were diverse, she relied on the words they were speaking. It had a beautiful ring to the way they slurred their words. After a few moments, she realized they were speaking Spanish.


    "We''re in Spain!" She realized and told him.


    Song Sheng nodded as they walked.


    After realizing where they were, she said, "But we don''t know how to speak Spanish! What if we get lost?" She asked worryingly. She rarely left the country; therefore, she was anxious because she did not know how to communicate with them. But, regardless, the town they were in looked beautiful.


    As soon as they stepped into the clothing store, a clerk approached them, "?Hola, como puedo ayudarte?"


    Qian Meigui''s head began to feel dizzy, trying to comprehend what the woman had said. She understood the first word, and when she was about to say something, Song Sheng spoke to the clerk. His accent wasn''t spot on, but his response to her was fluent. She gaped at him for knowing how to speak the language. But then the store clerk nodded, and she waved at them to follow her.


    The clerk offered her some clothes and dresses. Qian Meigui knew her size, and so instead of trying them on, she picked the outfits that she liked and Song Sheng purchased them since she did not bring her wallet or anything, besides the passport Song Sheng brought for her. Song Sheng also bought clothes for himself in the men''s aisle.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng called for a taxi that brought them to a narrow, bumpy road. The driver took them a town full of villas near the radiant blue ocean with white sand around the beach. Song Sheng noticed her expression, so he said, "We are in San Sebasti¨¢n on the Bay of Biscay. I''ve never been here before, but I stayed in Madrid for a few months during my tour in Europe."


    Qian Meigui recalled him going to Europe for two years. He stayed in England, the longest. But even though they separated around that time, Qian Meigui was happy that he brought her here. It meant that they were going to go to destinations from now on, together.


    The driver stopped at a large Spanish house where they checked in to receive the keys and information regarding their villa. Afterwards, the taxi driver drove them further, on the path near the beach. Once they reached their villa, Song Sheng helped Qian Meigui carry their new clothes inside.


    It was a grand and private villa. The house was almost equivalent to the size at home. There was a pool with a beach view beyond. It was bright and sunny, and there were no servants inside, it was just the two of them. There were many rooms and bathrooms. "Why did you have to go all out?" She asked him puzzled. But Song Sheng did not say anything, but he granted her a knowing smile.


    Once they placed the bags in the house, Qian Meigui searched the house. The fridge was full of food, and the house had many other things that they did not need to purchase. He must have planned ahead of time. At that, she felt happy.


    "How long are we staying here?" she asked him.


    "Two weeks," he responded coolly. Qian Meigui nodded in acknowledgement; then she began to approach him slowly like a feline, gazing at him l.u.s.tfully, tip-toeing to wrap her arms around his neck. "We''re still wearing the same clothes from the night before," she whispered to him.


    Song Sheng gazed down at her intensely as he slowly unzipped the back of her dress. "Are we?" he replied. Qian Meigui looked at him affectionately, nodding as he continued to discard her clothing, causing her to shiver.


    "Where do you want to start?" he breathed against her ears. She knew what he meant.


    "The wall," she responded, her head dizzy from passion.


    Song Sheng raised a brow, "All right," he said before removing his clothing, discarding them to the ground. After the two stripped n.a.k.e.d, Song Sheng picked her up, kissing her deeply. He kept his eyes opened, staring at her with the longing look of desire.


    Luckily, the weather was warm; therefore, the wall wasn''t cold when Song Sheng pinned Qian Meigui against the wall. Within moments, he entered her; they used protection most of the time, but during heated, impulsive moments, they forget about it and don''t care.


    Qian Meigui held onto him tightly as he did her. The portraits on the walls began to rattle as well as the dressers that rested against the wall.


    Once they finished, Qian Meigui slumped over him. Still carrying her, Song Sheng took her to the large bathtub of the master room, washing the both of them thoroughly. Afterwards, he placed her on the bed to change her into a sundress, and she instantly fell asleep, flat on her stomach. But seeing how enticing she looked, tightly wrapped by the dress, Song Sheng hovered her, stirring Qian Meigui awake.


    Qian Meigui felt him kissing the nape of her neck, and she began to respond to his actions, dazed. Within moments, he arched her back, pushing her skirt up, entering her from behind. Qian Meigui gasped at his sudden movements; she had never done this position before, and yet he was f.u.c.k.i.n.g her mercilessly. How was it that now she realized she was dating a beast? But she grabbed onto the rails of the bed in front of her, as he plowed in her, the bed squeaking as they rocked.


    It was in the evening that she woke again, fully clothed. When she gazed around the bedroom, she did not find Song Sheng at all.


    But she found herself surrounded by rose petals, leading towards the door like a trail. She then decided to follow the flowers...

 Chapter 120 - Twelve Years and a Lifetime

    It was nearly dark outside; the sky had turned into the colour of raw sienna. Whereas inside, each room of the house was filled with candles and rose petals, leading a trail that ended at the sliding doors. Using the glass of the doors, she noticed her reflection. Qian Meigui wore a tight thin-strapped red dress that Song Sheng purchased earlier. It was revealing and beautiful. She now understood why Song Sheng did her twice within a short period before she fell asleep again.


    Qian Meigui opened the doors, going through as she continued to follow the path. The rose petals and beach sand were soft underneath her bare feet, and her heart fluttered unsteadily. She heard the ocean waves crash against the boulders and the gulls squawked in the distance.


    She approached the beach shorelines where Song Sheng was waiting underneath a beautiful canopy that looked like a tent, but vines and flowers entwined the bars and roof. The canopy had a carpeted design of white and gold.


    Qian Meigui smiled with tears welled in her eyes. She did not expect that this day would come, even as a matter of fact. And yet, Song Sheng stood tall, wearing a white-collared shirt and trousers, he dressed in a suit without his jacket; they both dressed formally despite being underneath a canopy full of flowers by the shorelines at a different country.


    There was a table also full of candles, petals, and food, with wine glasses and bottles. Song Sheng had pulled the seat for her to sit on. She sat on the chair, appreciatively. Qian Meigui smiled brightly, as Song Sheng poured some Spanish wine while informing her that it had aged for 15 years from a nearby vineyard of a local-native family.


    Qian Meigui tasted the rich flavours, lingering the juice in her mouth, appreciating the drink.


    "How do you like the taste?" he asked her.


    Qian Meigui smacked her lips, "Mhm. Tasty," she responded.


    Song Sheng smiled as he made her a plate of food full of rice, roasted chicken, potatoes, and salad. When they began to eat, they spoke about their plans on what to do around the area, as well as how they must complete some work in between.


    Qian Meigui did not bother to look at any social media these days, afraid of what she might find. But Song Sheng informed her that people were happy to see them together, sending them well wishes. At that, Qian Meigui felt some relief. It was still hard to believe that one year ago, Song Sheng wasn''t there, and she had given up on him. But when he returned, he made it all about her; it had been like that since the very beginning.


    Although he rejected her countlessly, he never failed to help or protect her when she needed it. Qian Meigui loved him so much she could hardly breathe.


    After dinner, Song Sheng took her to walk around the shorelines holding hands, where lit-up torches of fire guided them. Qian Meigui breathed in the fresh air of the salty ocean. Song Sheng led her to a path, where they stopped abruptly because Qian Meigui was in shock.


    There was a giant statue made of flowers in the shape of a heart. The night had turned dark, but the fires lit up the centre as if it was the only light in between a world of shadows.


    Qian Meigui had gazed around the flowers, appreciating how many there were. There were at least twenty different types, multiplied by hundreds.


    She turned around where Song Sheng held one of his hands in his pockets, gazing at her affectionately. Her lips parted slightly, she approached him slowly, meeting his golden-brown eyes that resembled crackling embers, or the setting sun, or the eyes of wolves, or everything in between.


    Song Sheng used his free hand to caress her cheeks, causing her to shiver. It still amazes her that they were even together, that Song Sheng allowed himself to give it a chance, knowing that before, it nearly seemed impossible.


    He smiled at her with his dimple; his black hair swayed with the wind.


    "Can I confess something?" he said.


    Qian Meigui reached up to him, encircling her arms around his neck. "What would you like to confess?" She asked him.


    He gazed at her, meeting her deep rich-brown eyes. Song Sheng loved everything about Qian Meigui. He loved that she was patient, that she was grown to be driven and defiant, without needing much help. She did most things on her own. She faced her most significant challenges fearlessly. She faced life and death and embraced both. Qian Meigui thrived from darkness, not fall into it. Song Sheng was grateful. This girl came to him when she was eleven years old, and he was seventeen. At first instinct, he welcomed her, treated her kindly and nothing else.


    It was when she was eighteen, grown and beautiful that he began to recognize her differently. He didn''t understand it. Then again at twenty-two, he saw her, and his feelings had heightened to the point of no return. She was twenty-three now, and he was confident that he wanted her for the rest of his life. She always supported him, never doubting his motives or decisions; therefore, he will make her, his.


    They''ve known each other for twelve years, and it will continue for a lifetime.


    He leaned in, towards her ear, whispering as he held her waist. "I loved you for years, not knowing exactly how many. I was cruel and selfish, but you never saw me any differently. So I promise that I will love you until the end of time, selfishly, unwavering, and exceedingly, continuing to prove to you that you made the right choice at picking me. Our relationship will prevail, as this was only the beginning."


    He then knelt down on one knee, pulling out a black box from his pocket; his face full of emotion, sincerity, and genuinety. Qian Meigui froze rooted; her heart was pounding violently. Qian Meigui dropped to her knees, unbelieving, her mouth gaping.


    They were kneeling in front of each other on both legs now. Song Sheng opened the box, revealing a white-gold sunburst diamond. It was the most beautiful jewel she''d ever seen; it practically screamed, ''Be Mine.'' Everything about it screamed ''Song Sheng,'' meaning she belonged to him and it was a reminder.


    "Will you marry me, Qian Meigui?" he asked sincerely, breathlessly, nervously.


    Qian Meigui stared at him for a long time, unregistering. It made Song Sheng flush nervously.


    "Mei?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui''s lips were parted wide open. After a few moments, tears cascaded down her cheek. She then nodded enthusiastically, breathing, "Yes. Yes. Yes. I could keep going if you want me to?" she responded. Song Sheng chuckled, he then took the ring from the box and placed in on her ring finger. Qian Meigui stared at it on her hand for a long time.


    The ring glimmered on her finger brightly, despite it being night. After finally registering everything, she smiled and pounced on him, planting kisses all over his face. "Will you love me even when I''m no longer young and beautiful?" she asked him.


    Song Sheng smirked, nodding from the ground as he gazed up at her. "Mhm, even after death, when our souls merge into the plains of the earth," he responded.


    At that, Qian Meigui kissed him deeply, expressing how much she loved him against his lips. Song Sheng kissed her back, flipping her underneath him. He also told her how much he loved her against her skin as he caressed her entire body with kisses. They removed their clothing, and Song Sheng made love to her gently on the beach; their bodies coated with sand, but that did not stop them from becoming one as Song Sheng penetrated the very depths of her.


    Qian Meigui grabbed onto his shoulder blades where the ring continued to glimmer against their bare skin.


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    Their vacation was spent exploring the towns and cities, travelling through forests and beaches.


    When they returned, Qian Meigui showed her ring to her entire family who smiled proudly at them. Song Ren was the most excited one, tapping her feet up and down as Su Feng grinned at them knowingly.


    Song Sheng had to go to the family registry to remove her name from the Song family. She felt bittersweet about it, as she no longer was legally a Song. But Song Sheng assured her with a kiss on her forehead, reminding her that she was getting married into the family; therefore, it was necessary. She felt happy after being told.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng told Qian Meigui that he had a surprise for her. Puzzled, Qian Meigui followed him to an unfamiliar place. It was a building that appeared to be in the midst of renovations.


    "What is this place?" she asked as they stepped out of the car. They then saw Qian Hongli approach them from a distance. Qian Meigui''s heart nearly stopped when Song Sheng held her hand, saying, "It''s all right. I called him wanting to know what he wanted with you, and it''s part of the surprise." Qian Meigui nodded, understanding. If Song Sheng told her to trust Qian Hongli, then she will.


    Qian Hongli stepped forward, he appeared to be nervous, and it made her chuckle. He reminded her of her father, who was always pacing around and nerdy. "Hello, Qian Meigui," he said to her.


    Qian Meigui smiled, "Hello, Uncle." She was holding onto Song Sheng, which gave her the confidence to speak to him.


    Qian Hongli scratched his head. He then stretched his arm, pointing to the building. "This is your father''s law firm. The project abandoned after he died. But I kept the property and never sold it; I couldn''t bear selling it. But since I found out that you, my niece, were alive and well, and practicing law. I thought I should give it to you." He then passed her the keys.


    "I spoke to your fiance about it over the phone. He is investing in the project, spending money to complete it," Qian Hongli said to her. Qian Meigui was in shock. But Song Sheng looked at her lovingly. "You are going to be a lawyer. Why not own a firm where you can run your staff and work on your terms?" Song Sheng said.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted open. She felt like kissing him, making love. But all she did was turn to Qian Hongli. "Will you help me?" she asked him.


    Qian Hongli''s eyes widened, and then he nodded happily, smiling. "Yes. I would be more than happy to."


    After she reunited with Qian Hongli, he confessed to her that the reason why Qian Shanyuan did not trust custody with him was that he was rather young and careless at the time and that it would have been more dangerous for him to take care of her. But now, he wanted to get to know his niece. He did not have much family left, and she was the only one, and Qian Meigui felt the same way. They only had each other.


    When Qian Meigui and Song Sheng went back to their apartment, she told him. "You never fail to surprise me."


    Song Sheng smiled. "There''s more," he said.


    Qian Meigui''s lips parted. "What now?"


    He then tossed her another pair of keys. "Our new home," he said to her.


    Qian Meigui gritted her teeth, "You...!!" and she then attacked him.


    Song Sheng was fast asleep in her arms when she reflected on her life. She hoped her parents were watching in one way or another, so she could tell them that she''s well and happy. Song Sheng was going to be with her for the rest of their lives.


    [END]

 Chapter 121 - Epilogue: (1) - Mr. and Mrs. Song

    One year later:


    "Mei! Are you ready?" Song Ren asked her sincerely. Song Ren wore a satin-gold dress as required of her maid of honour.


    Qian Meigui smiled nervously; her stomach fluttered. She loosed a breath, smiling. "Yes, I am ready," she responded.


    Just before Qian Meigui left Song Ren''s house where all the women were preparing, she hugged Song Ren, pulling Song Jinyi in as well. "Thank you," she whispered to them.


    Song Jinyi smiled, "We''re sisters, forever and always," she responded. Qian Meigui''s eyes welled with tears, holding the hands of the girls who never treated her wrongly, for always being there for her when she needed it. She was lucky.


    Qian Meigui was fortunate to have been raised alongside a family that wasn''t arrogant, that valued family and respect more than selfishness and greed. Her biological family were full of vultures while the Song family were full of doves.


    Song Jinyi''s hair grew long; she was now twenty-years-old and beginning to look more like Song Ren. There is no doubt that men will be giving her offers soon. But when she told that to Song Jinyi, she pouted and stubbornly said "I won''t give myself up so easily," and at that, Qian Meigui laughed.


    Xue Guangli descended the stairs, interrupting shortly before helping Qian Meigui carry the train of her dress.


    Song Ren, Song Jinyi, and Xue Guangli accompanied her to the limo where the car drove towards Qian Meigui''s home.


    Not long after they got engaged did Song Sheng buy them a property with a house under renovations. They spent the year working on the law firm and perfecting their new home.


    "I want to get married at the new house," he said to her, one night.


    "Mhm? All right," she responded by kissing him deeply.


    Since then, they waited because where they wanted to start their new lives was at a place that they will be at, until the end. Their home had everything they needed and more. There were many bedrooms made for children and guest rooms in case any of Song Sheng''s siblings wanted to stop by.


    It was a family home. There was a pool, a garden, one large office with two desks and two pairs of bookshelves for the two of them to complete work, sometimes together.


    By now, everyone knew about their relationship; there was no hiding it.


    They were a trending topic for weeks under social media as many were intrigued by the fact that Qian Meigui was pretending to be a daughter of the Song family, and afterwards, she revealed her relationship with the reserved and aloof eldest son of the Song family, the CEO of Song Entertainment.


    During a movie premiere, Song Sheng brought Qian Meigui to the red carpet, and he held her, tugged to his waist the entire time as people snapped photos of the two of them. Song Sheng kept his face hard and taut, but there was no denying the chemistry whenever he gazed at his fianc¨¦e softly.


    Qian Meigui reflected on her relationship with Song Sheng, and she was happy. In fact, Qian Meigui felt like she was falling in love with him more each day. He consistently gave her surprises and assured her that he loved her when she needed to hear it most¡ªand there was the passion.


    Song Sheng and Qian Meigui were practically like rabbits when it came to passion; they didn''t want children yet so he would either pull out or use a condom during climactic moments.


    Both Song Sheng and Qian Meigui were busy people, working on different projects, and they were still young; therefore, children would come after they''ve settled down.


    But now they were settled.


    Qian Meigui stepped from the limo once they''ve arrived; her heart pounded, and she felt fuzzy all over. She was marrying the man of her dreams, her childhood friend; her companion since the tragedy she faced.


    It was bright outside but cloudy. Xue Guangli had walked around the car to help Qian Meigui exit the vehicle without ruining the dress. Once she left the car, Song Ren helped them, by adjusting the train of her gown. It was custom-made by Xue Designs.


    She wore a full-neck lace white dress with a long train that followed her. Qian Meigui had a crown of white flowers over her head with a long-laced veil that concealed her completely.


    Song Ren and Song Jinyi flared out her dress so that she walked with gracefulness as she entered her house. Song Sheng was in the backyard, waiting for her along with the guests.


    Qian Meigui met Song Rui in the foyer of her home, who waited for her patiently.


    Song Sheng surprised her with an orchestra to play the music at their wedding. As soon as she heard the violin and piano fill the sound around them, Song Rui locked arms with her. He then guided her outside where Song Sheng waited at the end of the aisle.


    Song Sheng wore all black inside and out. His hair kept to the side, long to his ears, but handsome all the same. Qian Meigui was too nervous to look at him. Song Rui could feel her shake from nerves. He then tightened his grip on her.


    "Thank you," Qian Meigui whispered to him.


    Song Rui responded by tapping the hand that held him.


    "Thank you," she continued, "for being the father that I needed," she finished. Song Rui didn''t say anything, but she could see him wiping the welling tears from his stark golden-brown eyes; underneath his eyes were the ageing laugh lines.


    Qian Meigui then looked ahead of her. She wished her parents were here. They would have been happy for her.


    But she focused on Song Sheng who gazed at her deeply. She could see the tears cascade down his face as he saw her, and she felt a sudden burst of emotion.


    Song Sheng stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for his bride. Song Jun, Su Feng, and Rong Ming were at his side.


    When Qian Meigui stepped down the aisle, he felt stunned, lost for words. She was the most beautiful thing that he''d ever seen, and he realized why he was foolish enough not to give them a chance earlier? But it wasn''t the time to dwell. Qian Meigui was with him, and every day he cherished their time together.


    Because after combating many obstacles, they ended up winning.

 Chapter 122 - Epilogue: (2) - Mr. and Mrs. Song

    When Qian Meigui was inside, the clouds blocked the sun.


    But when she entered the yard, the clouds parted, and the sun shone at it''s highest peak, the sky deepening into a blanket of blue. A halo of light formed around her. She was speaking to his father when she glanced up at him; their eyes met.


    Song Sheng couldn''t contain his emotions; it was the fact that he once tried to escape from this possibility because he was afraid. And now, she was walking towards him, binding them together for eternity. Qian Meigui stepped onto the platform when she let go of Song Rui, taking his. The veil concealed her, but he could see her through the beautiful threads of her gown.


    When she settled in front of him, Song Sheng stepped closer to lift the veil from her face, over her crown of flowers, revealing her startling beauty. Her long brown wavy hair cascaded past her shoulders; her lips painted rouge; her cheeks blushed.


    The sun''s hues never left her, causing him, and everyone else to see the rays hit her like light-emitting through gothic stained-glass windows. Her soft-brown eyes gazed up at him, her face brave and unwavering, as if she was telling him that she was ready through their lingering stares.


    It was as if no one was around them, and it was just the two of them on that platform; they were lost, the sound of music drowning out, and Song Sheng stared at her affectionately, emotionally.


    Song Rui was the one who was going to officiate the wedding. He was the one who brought them together, unknowingly, and he would be there when they married. He did it on behalf of them, and on behalf of his best friends that weren''t there¡ªQian Shanyuan and Qian Aiguo.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng exchanged rings and vows. Song Sheng had bought her a ring in the shape of a halo with a diamond that matched her engagement ring, and it was the colour of sunburnt gold, not surprisingly.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng reached down to kiss her deeply in front of everyone. He dipped her back as she held onto him, and they publicly declared their love. Their guests cheered them on enthusiastically, and everyone was happy.


    Qian Meigui smiled at the crowd as Song Sheng held onto her waist. He then helped her step down the platform, and he walked her down the aisle, towards the inside of the foyer.


    Photos were taken of them throughout, capturing their most genuine moments. Qian Meigui carried a bouquet until they were inside. The dining hall of their home was grand and massive, anticipating that they will have parties in the future, and they want the space to fit their growing families.


    Once inside, Xue Guangli helped her remove the train of her dress as she designed it. Afterwards, she felt more light by wearing less clothing.


    Song Sheng waited for her at the bottom of the staircase where she descended, wearing a full-neck, flowy-laced dress. She removed the veil, but she kept her crown. He felt that it suited her.


    Afterwards, Song Sheng walked with her, hand and hand into the dining hall, where everyone waited, settled. Once they began to eat, and later, everyone danced until the soles of their feet began to hurt.


    At one point, Qian Meigui had thrown the bouquet behind her to a group of unmarried women. Xue Guangli had accidentally caught it, and she looked well surprised. But she smiled and accepted it.


    It was nearly dawn when the crowd dispersed, and everyone was going home. Song Sheng and Qian Meigui parted with every guest until it was just the two of them in their home, married.


    Once they were alone, Song Sheng locked the door, and he immediately turned around to lift her and sweep her off her feet. Qian Meigui yelped at his sudden boldness, especially since they were both exhausted from the long day and night.


    But he gazed her gently, as they both ascended the stairs together. Song Sheng kicked the door of their bedroom open. They had a large spacious balcony, the wind swaying in the room, the dawn nearly peaking.


    Song Sheng dropped her gently to her feet. Candles lit around; he must have entered the room when she was distracted speaking to their friends and family.


    Song Sheng turned on some light music from a disc; the sound calm and romantic. He then removed his cufflinks, removing his tie and anything that made him feel uncomfortable.


    He approached her slowly, grasping her hand by brushing his fingers on her arm first, sending shivers throughout her body before he entwined his hands with hers.


    He lifted one of her hands and encircled her waist with his free arm. He began to sway with her head pressed against his. Even though their feet were aching, they wanted to dance alone, romantically.


    The wind parted through them from the balcony; their bodies pressed against each other. Within a few moments, Song Sheng captured her lips, deepening it. Qian Meigui found herself reaching up to him, touching his face, encircling her tongue around his, their breathing deepening.


    Song Sheng guided her to the bed. He laid her down gently, kissing her fervently, holding her neck until he lingered kisses against her collarbone. Qian Meigui m.o.a.ned softly. Song Sheng began to remove her dress, clumsily, as it was thick, despite the removal of layers.


    Once he discarded her clothing. She lied n.a.k.e.d underneath him; her ring finger was glimmering sunburnt gold. Song Sheng dropped his clothing not long after, and just when he was about to penetrate her, she said.


    "I need you to be gentle."


    Song Sheng raised a brow, "On our wedding night?" he teased; his throat dried.


    "Mhm," she began smiling. She then leaned up to whisper in Song Sheng''s ear, "You don''t want to hurt the baby."


    Qian Meigui knew it was her turn to surprise him.


    Song Sheng froze. He then looked at her unbelieving, and she smiled at his reaction.


    "What?" he asked her.


    "I''m pregnant," she told him softly.


    Song Sheng was at a loss for words. "Really?" he asked with roiling excitement.


    Qian Meigui nodded enthusiastically.


    "How?" he asked.


    Qian Meigui chuckled. "You''re not very consistent with protection," she reminded him.


    Song Sheng then lifted her, happily. "Dear God, I love you so much, my wife," he breathed.


    Qian Meigui stared down at him gently, "I love you too," she whispered.


    At that, Song Sheng lifted her down gently on his lap. Because she was pregnant and he needed to be gentle, Qian Meigui took the lead, making love. She rocked her h.i.p.s against his, and not long after, did they reach their climax.


    After they finished, Qian Meigui leaned against him. Song Sheng caressed her stomach thoughtfully.


    Song Sheng felt as if he was in complete bliss. He was married to the woman he loved for so long, and she was already carrying their child! He felt as if they were on top of the world!

 Chapter 123 - Epilogue: (3) - Marriage and Children

    Six Years Later:


    Qian Meigui drove through the afternoon rush hour, once she had arrived at home, she ran up the steps of her front porch; her heels clicking on the concrete; her long-coat swayed with the wind.


    She entered her house where music and entertainment engulfed her ears. It was a full house! Chatter filled the room, and there were people in every corner¡ªagainst the pillars, sitting on their lavish couches, or they were speaking to each other in groups.


    Qian Meigui then heard the tapping sound of someone''s feet, running. "Mommy!"


    Song Meiling called out to Qian Meigui as she lifted her arms, jumping into her mother''s embrace. "Ah, Meiling, you have cake in your hair," scolded Qian Meigui. Her daughter puffed up her pink cheeks in embarrassment; her wavy brown hair coated in icing.


    "I''m sorry," she said sincerely.


    Qian Meigui kissed both of her pink cheeks playfully, "Don''t be," she said.


    Afterwards, Song Meiling wanted to be let down. Soon after, Song Ren approached the two of them. "Meiling, I was looking for you in the crowd," she scolded with her arms crossed. "Your father entrusted me to watch you!"


    Song Meiling kept her head low, holding on to the hem of her skirt.


    "Don''t play innocent," Song Ren told her niece.


    Song Meiling then looked up at her aunt, smirking, then running away laughing. After she left, Song Ren said, "That little brat."


    Qian Meigui chuckled, knowing that her daughter was mischievous and always giving everyone a hard time, and whenever Meiling get''s into trouble, she flashes her golden-brown doe eyes and stares into your soul. She then pouts her cheeks, compelling one to forgive her instantly, but it never worked on Song Ren.


    Qian Meigui removed her coat, placing it on a coat hanger of the entrance closet. "Sorry, I''m late. There was endless traffic," she said to her sister-in-law.


    Song Ren shook her head, "No worries, you''re not late," she winked.


    Qian Meigui smiled, glancing around the room. "Where''s my husband?" she asked Song Ren. "With the twins in the dining hall," she responded.


    Qian Meigui nodded before she stepped through the crowd of friends and family. They greeted her along the way, and she smiled and welcomed every guest that came.


    When she stepped into the hall, she found Song Sheng wearing a black turtle neck sweater with black trousers. Even after many years of knowing each other, dating and marriage, he never felt to make her heart skip a beat. Song Sheng maintained his sculpted body and perfectly crafted face all these years. He had grown into the husband that she loved and admired, but importantly, he was the loving father of their children.


    The twins were attached to him like sloths. In one of his arms, he carried their two-year-old son, Song Zhen, while he held the hand of their youngest daughter, Song Luli. Their older sister, Song Meiling, was running around them, free-spirited.


    Qian Meigui smiled as she approached them. Song Sheng snapped his head to her, once he caught sight of his beautiful wife. He held the twins as he was trying to calm down their eldest daughter. The twins were toddlers, walking, but still young and attached to him.


    Song Zhen reached out to his mother, encircling his stubby arms around her neck. He then rubbed his nose against hers, and she met his golden-brown eyes; his black locks tumbled over his brows.


    Afterwards, Qian Meigui glanced down at her youngest, who stared up at her with furrowed eyes; she was jealous, no less. It made Qian Meigui chuckle. Out of all her children, her youngest daughter was already reserved and quiet, but she knew that she would eventually break her shell.


    Song Luli, her youngest, had a head of black hair to her shoulders and her eyes were a deep-rich brown, like hers. All her children were beautiful, and she loved them equally.


    Qian Meigui scooped up Song Luli, carrying both of the twins in her arms. Soon after, Song Meiling jumped onto her father''s back. Song Sheng approached Qian Meigui carefully, "Happy birthday," he said as he kissed her gently on the lips in front of everyone.


    It was Qian Meigui''s thirtieth birthday, and she celebrated it around her loved ones¡ªfriends and family and all. Qian Meigui was late because she was caught up with a critical case at her law firm. When she started the business, she had a small staff of twenty people, but soon it grew bigger and busier.


    Qian Meigui graduated school years ago and went back again for her post-graduate degree. She is now an attorney for the judicial court of Shanghai as well as a boss for paralegals and many aspiring lawyers.


    Su Feng snapped photos of the married couple and their three children wrapped around them like sloths. Qian Meigui and Song Sheng were pressed together side-by-side smiling.


    Su Feng''s son wrapped himself around his ankle when Song Ren approached them, kissing her husband before ruffling the hair of her child who was a bit older than Song Meiling. He was adopted since Song Ren experienced fertility issues years ago.


    Song Ren and Su Feng used protection for years wanting to place work before children. Song Ren worked two positions: She was the CEO of Song Pharmaceuticals and Corporation, and she was a doctor at the Rui Institute. Su Feng was a computer scientist and the CEO of Sun Group.


    So when they settled everything, Song Ren was unable to conceive for a long time, despite trying hard. It nearly drove a wedge through their marriage because Song Ren was insecure; she blamed herself and was devastated. However, Su Feng assured her that he still loved her whether they had children or not.


    Soon after, they adopted their baby boy who brought them joy. However, by chance, two years after the adoption, Song Ren got pregnant with a girl who had a head of golden-blond hair and golden-brown eyes. She was just as cute as Song Meiling, and the three eldest children were inseparable.


    Song Ren took care of all the children. They loved their aunt, but most importantly, they loved torturing her. All five children attacked her mercilessly because annoying her entertained them.


    Eventually, more guests arrived. Qian Meigui greeted Xue Guangli enthusiastically when she came in with her tall and handsome husband, and their child.


    The night went on, cake, dancing, and all. Everyone had a good time, and Song Sheng never failed to make a toast to her name, or dance embarrassingly in front of those around them. But she would join him, too.


    When everything calmed down, Song Ren was sleeping on the couch with five children curled up around her.


    All of their guests had left the house soon after, and everything was quiet.


    Song Sheng then scooped up the twins from Song''s Ren''s embrace, carrying them softly. Qian Meigui did the same with Song Meiling.


    Su Feng told them he would put his wife and kids to sleep as well, as they would be staying in two of the guest rooms of their home.


    Qian Meigui and Song Sheng tucked their kids to sleep. Meiling had her own room, separate from the twins. However, when Song Lai felt her father leave her arms, she woke up. She didn''t make any noise, knowing her twin would wake up too, but she felt restless. Song Sheng read her a story as Qian Meigui brewed some tea. Once she went back to the master bedroom, Song Sheng had slipped into their bedroom tirelessly, slumping onto the bed.


    "I am satisfied to stop at three..." he said.


    Qian Meigui smirked before she poured two cups of tea from the tray. She left the cups of tea to cool as she stripped from clothes, approaching the closet. She placed her clothes in the laundry basket, putting a robe over her bare body. When she turned around, Song Sheng was propped on an elbow, gazing at her intensely, smirking.


    He looked so handsome, and it still amazes her that after six years of being married, Song Sheng would look at her with a deep, longing gaze, even when her body had worn out with stretch marks because of birthing twins.


    When Song Sheng found out about her second pregnancy, it was when he had finally put Song Meiling to bed one night three years ago. He pulled a tub of ice cream from the freezer, giving it to Qian Meigui when he joined her at the bedroom. They shared it, eating it straight from the container. Then she told him abruptly while watching a movie.


    "Eh? Twins?" He responded, holding a spoon, the ice cream slipping off from the metal.


    Qian Meigui didn''t know she was pregnant again because her symptoms weren''t as severe as the first. She had found out recently because Yang Rei told her to go to the doctor''s since she birthed twins before, suspecting it.


    But when she got into labour, Song Sheng stood by her side, holding her hand, wearing scrubs from head to toe. He patted the beads of sweat from her head, even though she felt immense pain. And afterwards, when it was over, her body coated with sweat, he presented her both babies, a girl and a boy with an expression of immense happiness. Even though her mind hazed, she saw his golden-brown stare at her preciously.


    He told her he loved her, and that she did such a great job at birthing two new lives into this world.


    Qian Meigui approached her husband. Her robes were falling over her shoulders, revealing her body slightly. He was thirty-six years old, but he was still handsome, young, and very much in his prime. His stamina had grown stronger, too, and she almost couldn''t keep up with it.


    And despite her insecurities, Song Sheng would still worship her body religiously, as if she was some goddess he needed to mould in and clash with.


    He slipped off her robe.


    Since they had children, and their jobs have been busy recently, they rarely had any time for intimacy, as expected of a.d.u.l.ts. But they always found their way back.


    He kissed his way down, reminding her that they were together.


    Qian Meigui would still wake up, unsure that Song Sheng was with her. She could still remember the restless nights while he was in the hospital, not waking.


    And sometimes she could feel Song Sheng stir in the morning, making sure she was next to him.


    He confessed one day that when she disappeared, he would wake up feeling pained that she wasn''t there, that Song Sheng didn''t know where she was, and he felt like he failed to protect her. So on most mornings, he had to wake up before her¡ªto remind themselves, and each other, that yes, they''ve overcome those obstacles.


    They won the battle against those who threatened her, to those who threatened their relationship.


    They married, had three children, and sometimes they fought and bickered, like any other married couple. But they spoke to each other, confiding, not keeping any secrets. And they would listen because they were still healing, and they understood each other best.


    No one understood Song Sheng better than her, and no one understood her better than Song Sheng.


    "I love you, Mei," he said earnestly as they merged their bodies.


    "I love you, too, Sheng," she reminded him, wholeheartedly.


    [END]

 Chapter 124 - We Met Before [Exclusive Chapter]

    Song Sheng greeted Qian Meigui in bed one evening, right after putting their children to bed.


    "Did Meiling place nail polish on you again?" Qian Meigui asked him. Song Sheng nodded and chuckled. But it reminded him of something that happened years ago.


    He began to reminisce not only their early years together when they were both afraid of acting out on their feelings, but years before that.


    "Did you know we met once before you moved in with my family?" he said to her.


    Qian Meigui furrowed her brows, trying to remember some distinct fragment that was hazy. "Did we?" she asked.


    "Yes," he said. "I was eleven-years-old, and you were five."


    Qian Meigui''s eyes widened. "And you''re telling me this now?"


    Song Sheng chuckled, leaning in closer, resting his head on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him. "Mhm," he said. "I met your parents that day, too, I remember now. It was only one time."


    "What were they like?" she asked eagerly, wanting to remember. Even though they died when she was eleven, her memories were beginning to fade.


    So he told her.


    Song Sheng had grown accustomed to family friends visiting his home for years. His parents had many.


    He remembered a small family showing up at the front door one day; they looked like friendly people who didn''t scream wealth.


    "This is our daughter, Qian Meigui," Qian Shanyuan said to him. Song Sheng recalled that man coming over for constant visits, but he never met his wife or daughter before.


    "This is my eldest son," Song Rui introduced him.


    "Oh, my," Qian Aiguo said, facing him. "He''s such a handsome boy." Song Sheng flushed, embarrassed.


    Song Rui then began to introduce his other children.


    Behind Qian Aiguo, a girl with loose brown curls over her shoulders was hiding behind her mother. She was too shy to face them. Her mother knelt and picked her up. "This is the Song family; they are nothing like those rich girls from your class that pick on you, all right?"


    Qian Meigui nodded. When she was let down, she held the hem of her skirt; her cheeks blushed red.


    Song Ren approached her swiftly, grasping her fingers. "My name is Song Ren. Let''s be friends!" She said. Qian Meigui smiled; they then went to depart and went to play together.


    Song Sheng was older than his siblings, so naturally, he went to play some video games instead.


    Soon after, Qian Meigui had snuck into his room and sat on the edge of his bed next to him. He looked at her, confused. She took a remote and began to play with him.


    Song Sheng chuckled. "I won''t go soft just because you''re younger than me," he said.


    Qian Meigui gave him a sheepish smile. "Don''t," she said.


    Just who was this girl? Song, Sheng thought.


    After a few rounds of the game, there were some losses and wins, but Qian Meigui never cried or whined if she lost.


    "You''re a disciplined child. Did you know that?" Song Sheng asked her.


    "That''s what my mother tells me," she responded softly.


    Soon after, Song Ren had barged into his room. "Xiao Mei! I found you!" Song Ren joined and sat with them.


    "Brother, can we paint your nails, please? Mei and I are bored."


    "What???" Song Sheng asked.


    Song Ren begged, and Qian Meigui pouted at him, and he felt defeated. She was really an adorable kid.


    "Fine," he said.


    Song Ren left and returned with black nail polish. They then placed it on his toes and fingernails.


    Qian Meigui was right next to him when she grabbed his face with her stubby hands, looking into his eyes directly. "Gold. Pretty," she said. Song Sheng flushed; he always felt embarrassed whenever people gave him compliments. He was terrible at handling them.


    "Hey Mei, do I have pretty eyes too?" Song Ren said, lifting up her eye-lids like a zombie. It made Qian Meigui laugh.


    As the evening went on, Song Sheng realized that Qian Meigui was sleeping, resting on his thigh. He wondered. Why did this girl trust him? Why was she so comfortable around him like they''ve known each other for days when it had only been a span of five hours.


    Song Ren was sleeping next to Qian Meigui, and Song Sheng chuckled at them.


    Soon after Qian Aiguo had come into the room, smiling warmly. She approached Song Sheng to pick up Qian Meigui, but before she did, Qian Aiguo said, "She likes you a lot."


    Song Sheng didn''t say anything.


    "She''s timid with people. It would take days for her to approach anyone. Mei has to build up familiarity to delve the courage to say or do anything with them. But to you, and your sister, she wasn''t like that at all."


    Song Sheng smiled.


    "You''re a good boy," she continued. "I hope you could continue to treat her this well."


    Qian Aiguo then lifted her daughter from his lap and left. Weeks after, he wondered if their family would ever visit again, he waited, but they never did.


    Song Sheng tried to explain to Qian Meigui about how they first met the best as he could, but everything was only in fragments.


    When he faced his wife, she was looking at him, crying. Song Sheng felt nervous, so he reached out to wipe her moist cheeks. She leaned into his hand, kissing his palm. "Thank you," she said to him.


    He knew why she was thanking him, but he felt more grateful at the fact that he had her.

 Chapter 125 - Sequel

    Hello, lovelies! I have two books out!


    A Song For A Summer''s Night (Sequel)


    Sons of High Society (Spin-off)


    Although it takes place in the world of DOTE, other readers do not need to read this book to understand the new novels.


    Themes: Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Love; Secret Romance


    Please show your support to that book.


    ...


    Synopsis:


    Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father''s company¡ªSong Entertainment¡ªright after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself.


    Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility.


    Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match.


    But he picks Song Luli.


    On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society.


    Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together.


    Meanwhile...


    Song Luli''s cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, one of the largest medicinal companies in China. But when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him.


    ...


    Female Lead: Song Luli - Youngest Daughter of Song Sheng and Qian Meigui


    Male Lead: Long Jie - Son of Long Huojin and Xue Guangli


    Second Female Lead: Su Xiang - Daughter of Song Ren and Su Feng


    Second Male Lead: Su Chen - Adopted son of Song Ren and Su Feng


    Third Female Lead: Song Meiling - Eldest Daughter of Song Sheng and Qian Meigui