novelraw Chapter 113 directly splashed the chapter.
Chapter 113 directly splashed the chapter.
"Idol, let me tell you another secret." Fang Rui leaned closer again, her eyes shining with even more gossip than before.
Lu Xiran put down her pen helplessly: "What?"
Do you know why Song Kexin is targeting you like this?
"Because of Song Zhihe." Lu Xiran said without even thinking.
"What?" Fang Rui pouted. "She's not that free."
She lowered her voice, speaking mysteriously:
"Because Song Kexin likes Gu Yanshen."
Lu Xiran was stunned.
Song Kexin likes Gu Yanshen?!
The image of Song Kexin flashed through her mind, along with the ambiguous smile in her eyes whenever she looked at her.
It turns out it wasn't just because of Song Zhihe.
So there was another layer.
She thought to herself: Gu Yanshen, just how many people like you?
Or rather, how many women are jealous of me because of you?
As I thought about it, I felt a little smug.
After all, he truly loved her during the time they spent together.
At least, act like you really love them.
She still can't understand why she suddenly stopped loving him.
"What I've heard is absolutely a secret from Haicheng!"
Fang Rui lowered her voice, her eyes shining with the kind of light that only appears when sharing top-secret information.
"After Song Zhihe and President Gu separated, the Song family wanted Song Kexin to take over. After all, her father was now the head of the Song family."
She paused, a hint of schadenfreude in her voice.
"But President Gu never gives her a chance. Not even once."
Lu Xiran listened without stopping her pen.
"Later you married him," Fang Rui leaned closer, "I guess the person Song Kexin hates the most is you."
Lu Xiran paused for a moment.
"In these three years," Fang Rui continued, "she tried every means to get close to President Gu. It is said that she came to our design institute in order to make connections through the Ruijing project."
She pouted.
"What a pity, the proposal was rejected five times. President Gu didn't even give her a second glance."
Lu Xiran lowered her eyes and remained silent.
After Fang Rui finished speaking, she sighed:
"So, she didn't do design out of passion at all. No wonder her proposal didn't get approved."
Lu Xiran nodded.
But what was on his mind was something else entirely—
He rejected Song Kexin.
They never gave me a chance.
What about his relationship with Song Zhihe?
She didn't ask.
"Thank you for telling me all this." Lu Xiran pulled herself out of her thoughts and looked at Fang Rui. "Then why is Xiao Xiao so afraid of her?"
Fang Rui sighed.
"Xiao Xiao couldn't help but be afraid."
She lowered her voice.
"Xiao Xiao's father is Song Kexin's father's driver. Her older sister is Song Zhihe's assistant. And her younger brother also works at the Song Group."
She looked at Lu Xiran.
"In other words, the Song family controls all of their jobs."
Lu Xiran fell silent.
No wonder.
No wonder Xiao Xiao was so scared that she cried in the office that day, but dared not tell the truth.
No wonder Song Kexin dared to be so blatant.
Because Xiao Xiao dared not resist.
Behind her are her parents, her older sister, and her younger brother.
The Song family held the reins of the family's livelihood.
"Thank you for telling me all this." Lu Xiran looked at Fang Rui earnestly.
Fang Rui waved her hand and smiled brightly: "Idol, don't be so polite with me!"
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Lu Xiran looked at the cup in her hand; it was empty.
She got up and went to the tea room.
When I reached the door, I stopped in my tracks.
Song Kexin's voice came from inside.
"...Yes, it's about what happened three years ago. She used a honey trap and got pregnant with Mr. Gu's child. Mr. Gu had no choice but to marry her."
Someone is laughing.
"And what happened? She miscarried, and Mr. Gu immediately divorced her! She deserved it."
Lu Xiran gripped the cup tightly.
The knuckles are turning white.
abortion.
These two words were like a knife, stabbing straight into her heart.
Those are her scars.
The deepest one.
She could tolerate people saying she wasn't good enough for Gu Yanshen, she could tolerate people mocking her as an "ex-wife," and she could tolerate those inexplicable attacks—
But she couldn't tolerate this.
She couldn't stand others using this as gossip, a joke, or a weapon to attack her.
Lu Xiran took a deep breath.
She wants to go in.
She wanted to throw that cup of coffee in Song Kexin's face.
Just then—
"Is this how the Song family teaches us to gossip behind people's backs?"
A deep male voice came from behind.
It's so cold it's like ice being quenched.
Lu Xiran looked up.
A man was standing at the entrance to the tea room.
He leaned against the door frame, looking languid.
A black shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up to the forearms, revealing a section of neatly sculpted wrists.
Above that is that face—
His eyebrows and eyes were sparse, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, giving him an expression that said, "I don't like anyone."
He didn't look at Lu Xiran; his gaze passed over her and landed directly on Song Kexin in the tea room.
Song Kexin's voice was stuck in her throat.
"Xin...Xin Mubai? What are you doing here?"
"You own this design institute?" The man strode in, his tone indifferent. "I work here, is there a problem?"
He stood at the entrance to the tea room, hands in his pockets, looking down at the people inside.
"What were you talking about just now?" He tilted his head. "Go on, I'm listening."
Song Kexin's expression changed repeatedly.
Several people nearby had already lowered their heads, wishing they could shrink into the wall.
"I...we didn't talk about anything," Song Kexin forced a smile. "We just chatted casually."
"Just want to chat?"
Xin Mubai repeated it, his voice rising slightly at the end.
"Talking about someone else's miscarriage is considered casual chatting?"
His tone was soft, yet it seemed to lower the temperature of the entire tea room by several degrees.
"If you're not going to talk about anything, what are you planning to discuss? People's ancestral graves?"
Song Kexin's face turned red.
"Xin Mubai, what do you mean?"
"What I mean is—" Xin Mubai looked at her and said, word by word, "People whose proposals have been rejected five times should stop trying to make up stories about people whose proposals get approved on the first try."
He paused.
Instead of gossiping, go back and fix your lousy drawing. You can't even draw straight perspective lines, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a designer.
Song Kexin's face turned from red to white.
Someone nearby couldn't help but chuckle softly.
She glared at the man, picked up her cup, and stomped away in her high heels.
The tea room was instantly half empty.
Xin Mubai turned around and looked at Lu Xiran.
Lu Xiran was still standing there, stunned.
"What are you doing standing here?" He glanced at the empty cup in her hand. "Weren't you here to get coffee?"
"Ah...yes."
Lu Xiran snapped out of her daze and went inside.
Xin Mubai stepped aside to let her pass.
She took a cup from the coffee machine and turned around to thank him.
He has already walked out.
He only left out one sentence:
"Next time you hear something like that, just throw it back. What's there to be a coward about?"
Lu Xiran stood in the tea room, holding a coffee cup.
Who is this person?