Chapter 7 Zhu Xia Tong’s Entanglement

Except for meeting Tan Huairong when they got married, this was the first time that Song's father got to know his son-in-law in a real sense.

After looking up and down, I saw that the young man opposite was saying to admit defeat but his expression was calm, obviously giving in to his father-in-law.

When Tan Jia came to propose marriage, he knew a little bit about Tan Huairong's deeds. When he thought that his daughter had to face such a cold person every day, he felt uneasy.

But judging from what happened at the previous dinner table and playing chess, Tan Huairong was not as unreasonable as the rumors said, and the relationship between them as a young couple seemed to be pretty good.

This reassured him a lot.

However, Father Song couldn't help but tell him, "Huairong, Yu'er has a carefree personality, and some details in life may not be estimated. I'd like to ask you to take more care of me in the future."

"Dad, I'm serious, Ayu and I are responsible for each other."

That's what he said, but Tan Huairong didn't think so in his heart. He even doubted that the Song Yu in the eyes of the Song family's parents was the same person as the Song Yu he knew?

Does she need someone else to take care of her? She could walk sideways in Tanjia.

At eight o'clock in the evening, after the family had dinner, it was time for the young couple to go back.

Because Tan Huairong had two drinks with Song's father and it was inconvenient to drive, he asked his special assistant to drive.

After leaving the door and seeing the special assistant waiting for them by the car, the suppressed sourness in Song Yu's heart suddenly burst out.

After returning home this time, she really became someone else's wife. Although no one could stop her from coming back, she was different from before.

With tears swirling in his eyes, Song Yu held Song's mother's hand and couldn't bear to let go for a long time.

"Okay, how old are you? Besides, it's not like you won't come back. Don't let others laugh at Huairong."

Mother Song felt uncomfortable when her daughter, who had always been independent, showed such reluctance, but she had to hold back her tears and gave her sincere instructions.

However, no matter how reluctant they were to leave, they had to separate eventually. After waving goodbye, the two of them got into the car, and the car quickly drove into the night.

Song Yu was too quiet along the way, as if he was still immersed in the sorrow of leaving home. He didn't say a word when talking about Huairong, closing his eyes to rest.

The car was silent, and the assistant in the driver's seat didn't dare to make any movement. He kept his eyes fixed until he reached his destination.

Back in the apartment, Song Yu lay on the bed and thought about today's scene at home over and over again, feeling increasingly depressed.

Just when she was feeling sad, the ringtone of her cell phone suddenly reached her ears from the living room.

She didn't want to take care of it at first, but the ringing continued and made her upset. She sat up from the bed suddenly and shouted: "Tan Huairong, answer the phone!"

There was no response, the bell still kept ringing.

Song Yu clicked his tongue impatiently, got out of bed and walked to the living room. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. The caller ID displayed on the screen were the words "Zhu Xia Tong".

...It turns out we are good friends, no wonder I still haven’t hung up after being unable to get through for so long.

"Hey, Tan Huairong, your friend called you."

Song Yu emphasized the word "friend".

It's not that she's dissatisfied, she just wants to talk about Huairong.

To be honest, it didn't matter to her whether Miss Zhu existed or not. Anyway, she and Tan Huairong didn't get married because they were in love.

After all, if you really think about it, she is the latecomer.

After calling two or three times in a row, there was no response from Tan Huairong, and the bell was still ringing.

When his patience ran out, Song Yu simply answered the call and said in a very official tone: "Hello, Miss. Tan Huairong is busy right now. If you need anything, please call me later."

On the other side of the phone, Zhu Xia Tong failed to hear the expectant voice, and the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly stiffened.

By chance, Tan Huairong came out of the bathroom.

The hazy water mist, wet hair, and water droplets slid over the cold white skin, rising and falling, like the abdominal muscles carved by Michelangelo's knife. They looked so perfect from any angle.

"You have a good figure."

The little woman's tone was brisk but not frivolous, and her eyes lingered on him without hesitation, causing Tan Huairong to frown.

Why are young girls today so open-minded without any reserve at all?

He was used to being single, and he always talked about the young master as he pleased at home. He seemed not to realize that when he complained about Song Yu, he also did not guard against the relatively unfamiliar little woman in front of him.

Putting the towel on his shoulders, he took his cell phone away from Song Yu and called back.

Since the surroundings were quiet, the voice on the other end of the phone sounded clear.

"Huairong, I...I was...drugged. Can you...come and pick me up?"

The tone was weak and breathy, and it was indescribably seductive, making Song Yu's skin crawl.

"where?"

“Nanhui Western Restaurant.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Tan Huairong went back to his room, quickly put on his clothes, picked up his coat and walked out of the house, closing the door with a bang.

Song Yu stood motionless, not saying a word from beginning to end.

On the second night of their wedding, the husband once again abandoned his wife and ran to find his old lover.

Will she be sad as a wife?

A smile appeared on Song Yu's lips.

It's hard for others to say, but she will never be sad at all. She hopes that the two of them can break through their parents' orders and be together bravely, so that she can be free.

At this moment, Nanhui Western Restaurant.

Several people helped Zhu Xiatong, who was blushing and crumbling, standing in the hall.

One of the girls looked at the dark night outside the door and said slightly suspiciously: "Sister Tong, are you sure we will come to talk?"

Tan Huairong is a young master from a top wealthy family. It is rare for a low-class family like them to have the opportunity to meet him. Zhu Xia Tong is not much better than them. Can he really call people here?

"He will come." Zhu Xia Tong's voice was soft but firm.

No matter what, he would not leave his savior alone.

About a quarter of an hour later, Tan Huairong appeared.

"Ah! It's really about Huairong!"

The person who was originally supporting Zhu Xiatong was so shocked when he saw the legendary figure he had only seen on TV that he raised his hand to cover his mouth, causing Zhu Xiatong to almost fall to the ground.

Just as Tan Huairong was approaching, Zhu Xiatong collapsed directly into his arms, as soft as a bone.

"You're here. I came to attend the class reunion. I accidentally... drank too much. I'm sorry, please pick me up so late."

Her slender jade fingers gently picked up the man's suit collar, and raised his head, his eyes filled with a little uneasiness and full of attachment, and his eyes were lingering.

Zhu Xiatong felt that no man could resist himself like this.

But obviously, Tan Huairong is not just "any man".

Carefully and politely pushed Zhu Xiatong away, he called the Zhu family and asked them to pick him up. Then he asked a few classmates next to him if they had time to accompany him. After receiving a positive reply, he opened another private room for him. Everyone goes in and waits.

After being helped into the private room by everyone, Zhu Xia Tong almost crushed his teeth.

These people who have never seen the world have no eyesight at all!

Such a rare opportunity to be alone with Huairong was gone!

…

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was high, and Song Yu was washing up in the bathroom.

A phone rang.

"Hey, Anle."

"Song Yu, where are you? Did you forget that you have to give a speech today? The whole audience is waiting for you, and the counselor is going crazy!"

!

Song Yu was startled and the toothbrush in his mouth fell to the ground.

It was over, she had forgotten about this.

Recently, there was a report meeting in the Finance Department. The counselor wanted her to speak on stage as a representative of the junior students. The speech was already written, but because she was busy getting married, she forgot about it for a while.

You know, the counselor of their finance department is notoriously cruel throughout the school. If she is late in public, he has to peel off her skin.

"I'll be there soon."

After washing up in a hurry, she didn't have time to eat breakfast, so she grabbed her bag and rushed to school.

Except for her best friend He Anle, Song Yu did not disclose the marriage to anyone outside. The Tan family did a good job of keeping the confidentiality secret, and no news was leaked to the school. When they arrived at school later, they still didn’t know how to explain it to the counselor. Woolen cloth.

Anxiously, she smoothed her messy hair and asked the driver to drive faster.

In the evening, talk about family.

The old man sat behind the desk, his hands folded on the faucet head crutch, showing no anger or authority.

"How have you been getting along these past two days?"

"Give me something first."

Tan Huairong put his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent, and he also had the powerful aura of a superior person.

Ever since he was twelve years old, he had never lowered his head when facing his father. He always faced off tit-for-tat like this, never losing at all.

It was so straightforward, without even a hint of homeliness. The old man was a little embarrassed, but he was used to it.

It was impossible to give him things now, and he didn't ask his son to go home just to give him things. Thinking of the news he had received, he straightened his face.

"I heard that girl Xia Tong is looking for you again?"

"Although she saved you, after all, you are now married to Xiao Yu. It is always not good to be found involved with another woman. Please make it clear as soon as possible and have less contact in the future."

Tan Huairong sneered.

He had nothing to do with Zhu Xia Tong, and he had his own sense of what to do, but when the old man said it, he became rebellious.

"You also know that she saved my life, so how could I turn a blind eye to my savior."

"I don't need to worry about who I am living with, but if I can't get the things out again, I can't guarantee what I will do."

After saying that, regardless of the old man's angry and bruised face, Tan Huairong strode away.

After a long time, the old man calmed down his violent breathing. Under the sunset, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper, as if he had aged ten years.

Even he himself began to doubt whether this marriage was the right one.

After leaving the old house, Tan Huairong returned to Maochen Apartment and entered the house almost at the same time as Song Yu.

After gulping down a few large sips of water, his dry and sore throat was soothed, and Song Yu finally had time to spare some of his peripheral vision for Tan Huairong.

"Went to the old house today?"

Looking at his gloomy look, Song Yu guessed that he might have quarreled with the old man again.

After all, except the old man, who dares to make the famous Young Master Tan angry.

But the family affairs were not something she could interfere with, and besides, they had agreed in advance not to interfere in each other's lives.

Seeing that Tan Huairong had no intention of paying attention to her, Song Yu was too lazy to warm his face and put his cold buttocks on his face. He sat on the sofa and turned on his phone to order takeout.

"Ding dong." The video phone at the door rang.

Tan Huairong frowned.

No one has visited his apartment for so many years, but after getting married, one or two people came to visit him. Who is it this time?

Pressing the connect button, a familiar face came into view.

"Huairong, it's me. I have something to tell you. Can you come downstairs to the doorman?"

Turning back and glancing at the little woman sitting cross-legged on the sofa, who didn't seem to notice anything and was concentrating on using her cell phone, Tan Huairong gave a faint hum, opened the door and went out.

The door closed with a click. Song Yu looked away from the phone screen and poked his head towards the door.

In fact, she heard it.

That was Zhu Xia Tong's voice.

I called someone last night, and today they came directly to my door. Do you want to find a place to hide later to make room for these two people?

Thinking like this, Song Yu actually stood up from the sofa and looked around seriously for a suitable hiding place.

However, Tan Huairong did not bring Zhu Xiatong upstairs as she wanted, and he never came until she took a rest.

Also, it’s not okay to go on a date anywhere, not to mention that there is such an eyesore like her at home.

Song Yu thought so.