Chapter 1 Takeover

When Song Ci returned to the box again.

A man and a woman holding hands intimately in the room suddenly let go of their hands.

The light is dim and the atmosphere is ambiguous. I have to say that the bar is indeed a good place to have an affair.

It’s just that this male client of the affair——

It's her boyfriend.

Song Ci hid the sarcasm in his eyes, pretended not to see it, and walked back to his original position.

When Gao Ze saw her coming back, he immediately greeted her and asked with concern, "Why did you go to the bathroom for so long?"

Song Ci avoided the hand he extended and sat in his original position, speaking in a lazy tone, "I went to the wrong box and took a long detour."

He seemed to be indifferent.

Gao Ze had no choice but to retract his hand in mid-air, feeling a little embarrassed.

Who is Song Ci? Now the only daughter of the Song Group, Gao Ze has climbed a lot higher by marrying her. There have been many rumors in the circle, saying that Gao Ze is a lowly child, which is appropriate. Pretending to be blind was the only way to stay with Song Ci until today.

Looking at it now, it turns out that this is really the case.

Today is Song Ci's birthday. His friends saw through it but didn't tell the truth, so they didn't try to get into trouble. In order to ease the awkward atmosphere on the court, they started clamoring to play the risk-taking card.

In the end, the kiss card was drawn by Gao Ze.

The crowd booed, and Gao Ze felt embarrassed and half pushed him to sit next to her.

Subconsciously, Song Ci leaned back, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the angry green face of Su Nan, the protagonist of another affair not far away.

She found it funny and didn't move again.

The cheers around him grew louder and louder. The man leaned over and got closer and closer.

Suddenly——

At the moment when the kiss was about to fall, the door of the private room was pushed open by the waiter from the outside. In an instant, the room suddenly stopped, and they all stopped talking and turned to look.

A man in a suit stood outside the door with a distinguished temperament.

"Mr. Song, our president is waiting for you outside."

Song Ci raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Who is your president?"

"Zhou Lian, Mr. Zhou."

After the words fell, the entire box was silent.

After the woman opened the door and walked out, Gao Ze's face turned dark obviously as he remained there, but he still tried to explain to everyone without changing his expression, "It's just a business matter, don't make any guesses."

His words were obviously not a deterrent.

Several people looked at each other with meaningful expressions.

…

The night in Kyoto in August was cold and slightly rainy.

Song Ci walked to the door of the bar and saw a man standing under the eaves with his hands behind his back.

Under the dim light of the corridor eaves, the man stood straight and tall, wearing a sophisticated and high-end suit. The watch on his wrist flashed, his face was handsome, and his whole person exuded an aura that would keep strangers away.

She smiled and said hello lazily.

"Mr. Zhou, you're fine."

Zhou Lian bit the cigarette, half-raised his eyelids, scanned her body from top to bottom, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said in an unclear tone, "You have been away for so long, and you don't even know how to return home?"

"..."

The air was stagnant for two seconds.

Song Ci twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Zhou Lian, please stop disgusting me with such a tone." She sarcastically said, "We have been divorced for a long time. Even if I go wild, I can't interfere with your affairs. Is it interesting to pretend to be affectionate?"

The man in front of her is her husband, who has been married to her for three years.

wrong.

It's the ex-husband.

However, after three years of marriage, the number of times she and Zhou Lian had actually met, including having sex, was probably not as many as the diamonds on the watch he was wearing today.

She and Zhou Lian were a couple in name only.

The divorce is not unexpected, after all, there is no relationship between the two parties.

Not even feelings in bed.

——These are Song Ci’s original words when he divorced him.

"So you divorced me and found a successor like this?" Zhou Lian's face showed no emotion and he dusted off his cigarette. "I have only been abroad for a few months, but I didn't know that your taste has become so bad."

Song Ci was stunned and didn't understand what he said.

As he looked upward, he saw the vaguely intertwined figures of a man and a woman in a private room on the second floor.

She was so impatient, as soon as she took off with her front foot, the two of them started fucking passionately with her back foot.

Tsk.

"Mr. Zhou said it wrong."

Song Ci slowly looked away, a smile escaped from the corners of his lips, grabbed his tie and wrapped it around his hand twice, forcing the man to come closer, and whispered in his ear, "It's not that it got so bad, but - "

"My taste in looking at people has always been poor."