Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 20 The Pretentious Man

"The specific information about the car accident is almost blank. We only know that Miss Jin's healthy appearance in front of the media two months after the car accident stabilized the volatile stock price of Jin's at that time."

Song Qiyan looked at the contents of the information with a pair of deep and calm eyes, and his eyes paused for a while on the intimate photo of Qiao Nianzhao and Su Hengfeng.

If he remembered correctly, the man in the photo should be his nephew who is about to inherit the Song family in his place, and this woman... Song Qiyan raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have seen her when he passed a certain corner of the farm four years ago.

"Although the Jin family has been arranging blind dates for Miss Jin, people in this city believe that Miss Jin is the wife of the third young master of the Yin family, but according to information, the third young master Yin may be..."

The special assistant didn't continue talking, and put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, some words were hard to say after all.

Song Qiyan gave him a sidelong glance, did not force him to continue, looked down at the documents, and slowed down only when he saw the word "Yin Li".

The personal butler knocked on the door of the room, stood at the door and respectfully said to Song Qiyan who was reading the materials: "Mr. Song, there is a lady in the lobby downstairs looking for you."

Song Qiyan didn't even lift his head, but his tone was extremely annoying: "No see."

The personal butler hesitated and wanted to say something, and the special assistant on the side added: "Mr. Song will never see any women who have not made an appointment in the future, understand?"

"Well, I see, so I won't bother you."

The private butler retreated quietly, and when the door was gently closed, she dialed the number at the front desk: "Please convey to that Miss Jin, Mr. Song is very busy, if we meet, please make an appointment in advance..."

The door that had just been closed was suddenly opened, and the personal butler turned around in surprise, and saw Song Qiyan standing there with a dark face, holding the doorknob with one hand, and his flat brows slowly wrinkled: "Which eye do you see?" I'm busy?"

The private butler was speechless for a while, staring blankly at the decadent but handsome man in front of her, and then a gust of wind swept past her eyes, and Song Qiyan was gone from the door of the room.

It wasn't hard to find the man who helped her last night.

Jin Ziqi just made some inquiries, and the receptionist told her the name of the person she was looking for—Song Qiyan.

The guests who can live in the most luxurious suite on the top floor of the Shengshi Mansion are either rich or expensive, and the entire staff of the mansion must understand them, not to mention the fact that Song Qiyan beat up the young master of the Gao family last night.

Jin Ziqi sat on the sofa in the rest area and waited quietly. She was reading a financial newspaper in a leisurely manner, with her head slightly lowered, her long hair tied up high and scattered on her shoulders, revealing her fair and elegant long neck.

It didn't take long before she got a reply: "I'm sorry, Miss Jin, because you didn't make an appointment before, Mr. Song may not have time to see you now."

Jin Ziqi didn't show any annoyance or displeasure. She looked at the watch on her wrist, then got up with her handbag, and handed a golden business card to the front desk lady: "This is my business card. If you see Mr. Song, please give it to him for me."

When the front desk lady took the business card with Jin's logo on it, a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes, Jin Ziqi just smiled gently, turned around and took out her mobile phone to make a call while walking towards the door.

"Xiao Xiao, I'll go back to the company right away, um...the plan is waiting for me..."

Jin Ziqi hadn't said a few words when she got on the phone, when suddenly an oppressive force came from behind her, and someone grabbed her right arm heavily, preventing her from moving away.

Surprised, Jin Ziqi's eyes flickered, and then a tall "wall of flesh" stood in front of him.

Time froze for a moment at this second, she forgot that she was still talking on the phone, and just raised her eyelids blankly to look at the man blocking her way.

His breathing was a little unsteady, and his strong chest kept rising and falling. His gauze-wrapped left hand clasped her right hand holding the phone, so tightly that it pinched her skin red.

With just one glance, Jin Ziqi recognized the man in front of him with messy hairstyle, a black vest, bare chest and backless, who looked extraordinarily strong and muscular.

It was Song Qiyan, the Song Qiyan who was said to be too busy to see her.

Her eyes fell on the flip flops on his feet and the casually rolled trousers, and she couldn't help but curl her mouth.

Even she herself didn't understand why she suddenly felt so happy, so happy that she couldn't explain it in words.

But the only thing she can be sure of is that this happiness does not come from ridiculing Song Qiyan's outfit.

Song Qiyan tried his best to calm his panting breathing, and stared at Jin Ziqi in front of him intently.

Perhaps because of excessive nervousness, the force on Jin Ziqi's wrist was also increasing.

When he heard the words "Miss Jin" through the crack of the door, he immediately dropped the documents in his hand, jumped up from the sofa with a bang, and stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

He felt as if one of his hearts had been thrown into boiling water, beating violently and uncontrollably.

Jin Ziqi forgot about him, which made him feel overwhelming anger. However, one day, when she took the initiative to come to him, he was at a loss like a young boy.

Especially after hearing the personal butler reject Jin Ziqi, his brain was hit hard by a hammer, then he turned around and rushed out the door, pushed open the door of the safe passage and rushed down the stairs.

He forgot that there is such a convenient means of transportation as "elevators" in this world, and he also forgot that the personal butler can call the front desk to persuade Jin Ziqi to stay.

He just thought that for every second he waited, he had the possibility of missing Jin Ziqi by one more second.

When he jumped down the last three steps, he suddenly pushed open the door of the safe passage, and saw Jin Ziqi who was about to turn around and leave at a glance.

He didn't know how many people he ran over and knocked head-on, all he knew was that he caught Jin Ziqi!
The air is filled with the sweetness of candied fruit, and the drunken smell of flowers, mixed with the elegant tea fragrance from Jin Ziqi's body, pouring into his breath at the same time.

Then he saw a smile blooming on that delicate and soft face, and there were little waves in the beautiful light brown eyes, which made his heart surge again.

"Mr. Song, you look a little tired, do you want to go over there and have a rest?"

Jin Ziqi's voice was not sweet, but to Song Qiyan's ears, it sounded better than the best bel canto singers in the world, and he answered the saying "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".

"Mr. Song, are you okay?"

Jin Ziqi looked at the absent-minded man in front of him, and asked again tentatively.

Song Qiyan recovered from her calling, Jin Ziqi's slightly concerned expression was reflected in his retina, his rough palm was pressed against her smooth skin, making his heart soft for a while.

(End of this chapter)