"If you don't open the door, I will sleep outside your door."
"Then I'll take a photo and send it to your mother."
Yan Han: "..."
Annoying, let An Xuyue know, Yan Zhicheng also had to know, he couldn't afford to lose this person.
"Just wait for me!"
He angrily said harsh words, and Song Xiang listened with joy. She hung up for a long time and couldn't help but laugh.
She was in a good mood all morning, and Yan Han would send her two messages from time to time. She might not be able to reply in time, and it would take a long time for her to send them. Yan Han couldn't reply immediately, there was always a delay.
We are all very busy, but this is the first time I am so busy and happy.
In the afternoon, Song Xiang went to Mrs. Xu's party on time, which was located at a high-end beauty club.
As soon as she arrived at the parking lot, someone came to pick her up and they were very nice.
Going upstairs, a group of wealthy ladies were chatting. When they saw her appearing, they all stood up.
"It's great that Mr. Song is willing to show his favor."
Mrs. Xu was probably in her early forties. She was well-dressed and looked kind. She took Song Xiang and sat down with her.
Song Xiang knew in his heart that most of these people had heard some rumors and fawned over her so much for the sake of Yan Han.
She didn't put on any airs, and greeted all the wealthy ladies in a junior manner.
On the way, some important person arrived, and Mrs. Xu went downstairs to pick him up.
Song Xiang originally thought it was some wife, but when the other party appeared, she was stunned.
It turned out to be the woman who snatched clothes from her in the mall that day.
The other party also recognized her and held Mrs. Xu's hand to say hello. Mrs. Xu introduced her and simply said she was Miss Ji.
"Mr. Song, what a coincidence."
Song Xiang kept his expression low and simply shook hands with her without speaking to her.
After turning around and taking a seat, Mrs. Xu also left with the woman, and the ladies around her began to whisper.
"Mr. Song, are you friends with her?"
Song Xiang smiled helplessly, "I don't know him."
Mrs. Li, who had just spoken, said in a low voice: "Her husband is Chu Xun."
Song Xiang was confused, she didn't hear this person.
Mrs. Li cheered, "You don't know Chu Xun, but you should know Rong Boye, right?"
Song Xiang thought about it and seemed to have some impression.
Mrs. Yang next to her saw her confused look and couldn't help but laugh, "I don't blame Mr. Song. Mr. Song is young and doesn't know that this man was a powerful figure in the imperial capital twenty years ago."
Song Xiang smiled and said, "Seniors are laughing at me."
The two rich ladies didn't mean to laugh at her and whispered gossip.
"Rong Boye is amazing. More than 20 years ago, he was the only person who could compete with Yan Zhicheng in the imperial capital."
"It's a pity that his wife died in Linhai City, and he has been away from the country these years."
"But the people are not there, but the things are there. The few prime pieces of land in the city center now are all named Rong."
After hearing the general idea, Song Xiang couldn't help but ask: "His surname is Rong, what does that have to do with Chu Xun?"
When she asked, Mrs. Yang immediately lowered her voice and said, "Chu Xun is Rong Boye's adopted son."
I see.
Song Xiang felt sad and looked in the direction of the woman. The last time she heard it, it seemed that her husband was seriously ill and hospitalized?
Li and Yang were still gossiping, getting more and more enthusiastic.
"I heard that Chu Xun is not in good health, Rong Boye has been recuperating, and Ji Yu just had an in vitro fertilization and is pregnant."
"No wonder Mrs. Xu fawns over her so much."
"Once Chu Xun and Rong Boye die, doesn't the entire Rong family belong to her?"
Song Xiang pouted, this gossip is more lively than the TV series.