Chapter 8 Sense of Identity

Maochen Apartment's concierge office.

Zhu Xia Tong was wearing a light pink silk dress and a simple white sweater cardigan. She was holding an exquisite gift bag and stood quietly in the cool autumn night.

Seeing that tall and tall figure walking towards her, her quiet face suddenly burst into a smile, with a little joy.

Thirteen years, ever since that first glimpse when she was young, Tan Huairong has lived in her heart for thirteen years.

No matter how many times she saw this man, she could never restrain her surging love.

Even if he is married, it is the same.

"Huairong," before the other party came closer, she stepped forward and handed over the gift bag in her hand.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have troubled you yesterday. This is a small gift to apologize to you."

Although she is already twenty-six and not as young as Song Yu, she still has the unique charm of a mature woman, coupled with appropriate grievances and shyness.

If you kill a man, you can also kill a woman.

Of course, this does not include our Mr. Tan.

"You don't have to be like this. You saved me, so I should help you." Tan Huairong glanced at the gift but did not accept it.

He always talks about saving lives like this, and draws a clear line between the two of them.

Zhu Xia Tong sometimes really hates the fact that she saved him, but if it weren't for saving him, they would never have any intersection.

She knew that she couldn't be too tough on Tan Huairong, so she had to take back the gift and said with a forced smile: "Okay, I understand."

"Then...can you give me a ride?"

There was a hint of choking in the woman's voice. After all, they had known each other for more than ten years, and Tan Huairong couldn't ignore it completely. He nodded and agreed to send her back to Zhu's house.

But when Zhu Xia Tong invited him in for dinner, he still refused.

Standing at the door, looking at the car leaving Juechen, Zhu Xiatong clenched the gift bag in his hand, his nails digging into his palms.

She believed that Huairong had absolutely no feelings for her, even if it was to repay his gratitude.

But this friendship alone cannot support her desire to marry him, not to mention that now he is married under the arrangement of Mr. Tan.

In this case, she can only start elsewhere...

"Tongtong, I think it was Huairong who sent you back tonight. Why didn't you call him home?"

During dinner, Zhu's father, the head of the family, sat at the head of the table and spoke.

"Huairong said that the company still has some things to deal with, and he will come to visit another day."

"Well, remember to keep in touch with him. Although you are not married, it is good to be friends."

It would be even better if she could squeeze out that Song Yu and become Mrs. Tan.

There is no need for Zhu's father to say this. Zhu Xiatong herself understands that this is what her father had in mind since she started dealing with the Tan family thirteen years ago.

I just didn't expect that Song Yu would appear halfway.

After dinner, the family of three stayed in the living room, reading newspapers and drinking tea. Father Zhu's secretary suddenly ran in in a panic.

"Chairman, this is bad, Party A is going to breach the contract on the project we just signed."

What? Breach of contract?

That was the largest project signed in half a year. The company had been in decline for half a year, and it relied entirely on this project to boost morale.

Father Zhu suddenly stood up from the sofa. For a moment, he felt dizzy and fell backwards.

"Lao Zhu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

With quick eyesight and quick hands, the secretary helped Zhu's father and slowly laid him down on the sofa. However, he saw that Zhu's father was breathing more and more rapidly and even rolled his eyes.

Zhu's mother was so confused that she just shouted to call 120 and call an ambulance.

Although Zhu Xiatong was panicking, she had not lost her mind. She ordered the housekeeper to ask the driver to drive over.

Because their home was in the suburbs, it would take at least half an hour to drive to the nearest hospital. As his father was in critical condition, he obviously couldn't wait that long.

The housekeeper, secretary and driver carried Zhu's father down. Zhu Xiatong hugged his mother who was crying so hard that she looked solemn.

Their Zhu family has been declining over the years. If Tan Jia hadn't been thinking about her saving Tan Huairong's life, she would have lost a foothold in the business world.

If her father fell, she didn't dare to think about what would be waiting for the mother and daughter.

…

"Don't worry, the patient is out of danger."

Outside the emergency room, the doctor's words made everyone present feel anxious in their stomachs, and Zhu Xiatong also let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhu's mother followed the nurse and pushed Zhu's father to the VIP ward. Zhu Xiatong was a few steps behind and walked side by side with the secretary.

"Party A breaches the contract, what will happen next to the project? Who are they going to find to do it?"

"It's not clear yet. It happened so suddenly that we didn't have time to investigate." The secretary told the truth.

It would be of no benefit to Party A if the agreed cooperation suddenly breaks the contract, and it may even cost Party A a large amount of liquidated damages, unless they have found a new buyer, and this next buyer is more valuable than the Zhu family.

Zhu Xia Tong had a vague guess, and she looked at the secretary coldly.

"Save the project at all costs, and then check to see if they want to cooperate with the Song Group."

Hearing this, the secretary looked embarrassed.

This is not to say that it can be saved by saving it. The lady has no contact with the Zhu family's industry and has no idea how the company operates.

As for investigating the Song family, they are Tan's in-laws, so what will happen even if they are found out.

Besides, we really can’t rely on others for this breach of contract...

"Miss, I'll take care of Mr. Zhu first."

The secretary didn't know how to explain to Zhu Xiatong, so he simply skipped the topic and planned to wait until the chairman woke up to talk about everything.

Some things are better left to the chairman himself to explain.

The next day.

In order to avoid the morning rush hour to go to school, Song Yu got up very early, yawned nonstop and walked out of the room to wash up.

She wanted to grab some bread and milk from the refrigerator and go directly to school, but as soon as she entered the restaurant, she was frightened by a large living person and jumped back.

"Tan Huairong, are you really a ghost? Why is there no movement at all? Do you want to scare people to death?"

Song Yu clutched her chest and gasped, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, with residual haziness from just waking up, and a bit of panic from being frightened.

Like a frightened deer, a little cute.

The corner of Tan Huairong's mouth just turned up a little, and he suddenly realized something was wrong. He immediately retracted his imperceptible smile and said coldly: "It's because you have poor awareness of precautions."

"What should I be careful about at home?" Besides, didn't he go with Zhu Xia Tong? Who knows he will come back.

my home.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. When talking about Huairong, he was immediately stunned.

Song Yu was unconvinced and mumbled, but his body consciously sat down at the dining table.

On the table were preserved egg and lean meat porridge, soy milk, soup-filled steamed buns and fruit salad, all of which suited her taste.

"Did you do this?"

no response.

"Hey, I have a question for you." Song Yu stretched out his five fingers and waved them in front of the dazed man opposite.

The jade fingers were so slender that they could be completely covered with one palm. Tan Huairong looked at it, his Adam's apple moved slightly unconsciously, and he slowly uttered four words, "No, I bought it."

In the morning, the special assistant called and asked if he wanted to buy breakfast. He wanted to say no, but after taking a look at this little woman's room, he accidentally said yes.

"Oh, I guess so, but thanks anyway."

Song Yu enjoyed breakfast without any psychological burden. After all, he bought everything. It is a shameful behavior to waste food!

After breakfast, the two went downstairs together.

Song Yu stood at the gate of the community, took out his mobile phone and was about to take a taxi, when a black car slowly approached behind him.

The special assistant lowered the window and shouted to her through the passenger side: "Madam, get in the car, we will take you off."

"No--"

Just as Song Yu was about to refuse, the special assistant had already opened the passenger door.

It didn't seem good to just close the door and leave. She hesitated for a moment and sat in anyway.

She remembered that Tan and the school were on the same road, so it was not a problem.

"Just stop here, no need to go in."

After all, he was still worried about someone recognizing Tan Huairong's car. When it was still dozens of meters away from the school gate, Song Yu asked the special assistant to stop the car.

The special assistant glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror, and when he saw his boss nodding, he stopped the car.

Song Yu looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, opened the door and got out of the car, turned around and said thank you, closed the door neatly, and left.

Viewed from the back, the little girl has a slender figure and graceful curves. She walks with a rustling wind, full of youthful vitality and vitality.

I have to admit that such a girl is attractive.

But Tan Huairong can be sure that he doesn't like her. They are two people in completely different worlds.

However, in the apartment, at the dining table, her words of "home" filled him with an inexplicable "sense of identity".

It's swollen, but not uncomfortable.

"Ahem, Mr. Tan, the meeting is about to start."

Seeing his boss staring at his wife's back in ecstasy, the special assistant reminded him.

This is the first time that my boss has been stunned for so long. Even a person with such a sense of time is almost late. This is not his style at all.

The little girl gradually disappeared from sight, and Tan Huairong looked away, "Let's go."

Tan Group.

"Miss Zhu, please don't cry yet. Mr. Tan is already on his way."

As soon as it was time to go to work, the President's Office welcomed this Tan's regular customer, who burst into tears and begged to see Mr. Tan.

But Mr. Tan didn't know why he came a little late today. No matter how the secretary tried to comfort him, Zhu Xiatong just kept crying.

It seemed as if their president's office had bullied her.

Of course, the secretary only dared to think about this in her heart.

When he was at a loss what to do, Tan Huairong walked out of the elevator and frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

"What happened?"

Just as the secretary was about to speak, Zhu Xia Tong walked to Tan Huairong in three steps and two steps, grabbed his arm, and cried: "Huairong, what should I do? My dad is in the hospital."

As he spoke, tears fell down again, and his pale face was filled with helplessness.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly." Tan Huairong calmly pulled out his arm and comforted him in a deep voice.

"Last night, the company's project was suddenly breached. Dad was so anxious that he had a heart attack and is now unconscious. I'm so scared..."

"I heard from the secretary that that project seems to have been signed off by the Song family. Is it, is it because of me..."

"If Miss Song is angry, I, I can apologize, but the Zhu family..."

Zhu Xia Tong was crying so hard that he didn't care about his image at all. He spoke confusingly, but he still expressed the central idea.

That was the Zhu family's business, which was robbed by the Song family.

This morning her secretary told her that Party A, who had breached the contract, was indeed interested in seeking cooperation from the Song family, but it was unclear whether the cooperation had been achieved.

Zhu Xia Tong couldn't care less. Jealousy burned her little reason. As soon as she heard the words "Song family", she couldn't wait to talk to Huairong.

Why, why did she stay with Tan Huairong for thirteen years, but she was cut off by a girl?

How many thirteen years does she have in her life? How many more years does she have to spend?

We can't wait any longer. The position of Mrs. Tan must be hers, and it can only be hers.