Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 22 Cinderella's Sister
Before the words landed, he opened the door awkwardly, and before Jin Ziqi could react, he closed the door with a "bang".

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song..." Jin Ziqi knocked on the door and called repeatedly, but got no response.

It's just that Jin Ziqi, who was full of worries, couldn't guess that the situation in the room was completely opposite to what she thought.

As soon as the door was closed, Song Qiyan, who was sick at first, came alive in an instant, rushed into the bathroom, sprayed the jelly water on his head a few times, and then scratched his hair randomly in front of the mirror.

Afterwards, he quickly rushed into the dressing room and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets, throwing shirts, suits, T-shirts and ties everywhere, putting them on and taking them off and putting them on again, turning back and forth in front of the fitting mirror countless times.

Hearing intermittent knocks on the door outside, Song Qiyan's mouth was already bent into an arc, his arms stretched and retracted, he put on a suit jacket, turned and walked out.

At the door, he tripped over a tie that was scattered on the floor, and staggered into the door frame. Song Qiyan grinned and rubbed his shoulders, picking up the tie and hanging it back on the hanger in a rare mood.

Finally, he glanced in the mirror a few more times, cleared his throat, and walked towards the door in a dignified manner.

The moment before opening the door, Song Qiyan adjusted his facial expression, tried his best to look weaker, leaned against the wall, and then raised his right hand and opened the door.

In just a second, Song Qiyan's face changed from haggard to stunned, because it was not Jin Ziqi standing at the door, but the room manager of Haoting and two medical staff behind her carrying a stretcher.

"Mr. Song..."

The room manager looked at Song Qiyan's rosy complexion and full of energy. He was not as seriously injured as Jin Ziqi's words described, and was a little confused for a while: "Do you still need to go to the hospital?"

Song Qiyan blinked his eyes and pointed to the tip of his nose: "Are you talking to me?"

The room manager nodded, and Song Qiyan's complexion darkened in an instant. Without saying a word, he took a step back and slammed the door hard.

The manager of the room department touched the dust on the door, looked at the stretcher behind him, and shook his head thinking he was unlucky: There are difficult guests every year, but the owner who is so cloudy and sunny is the first...

"Sister Ziqi, the president is waiting for you inside."

When Xiao Xiao handed the production plan to Jin Ziqi, she also sent a reminder.

Jin Ziqi paused as he flipped through the planning book, and looked up at his closed office ahead.

She naturally knew who this "President" was referring to: the heartbroken person that Xiao Xiao had said had hurt Jin Ziqi in the past four years, and the lover who in everyone's eyes was desperate for love - Su Hengfeng.

Jin Ziqi patted Xiao Xiao who was staring at the office with a folder, and walked straight to his office.

Even though Su Hengfeng had brought her such a heavy injury, Jin Ziqi still did not choose to leave Feng Qi.

On the contrary, perhaps because of guilt, Su Hengfeng gave Jin Ziqi more and more power.

The moment Jin Ziqi opened the door and walked in, Jin Ziqi glanced at the latest plan in his hand that decided to cast a movie.

She was actually a little curious, what was Su Hengfeng doing this time?
The wind chime hanging by the door rang as Jin Ziqi pushed the door, and the sound was clear and elegant.

The man who was standing in front of the French windows on the 29th floor turned around when he heard the sound, looked at Jin Ziqi and frowned, "I heard Xiao Xiao said that you have something to go out, so I waited for you here on my own initiative."

Jin Ziqi looked at Su Hengfeng who was bathed in the golden sunlight, and smiled in return, then went back to his desk and sat down, and began to concentrate on processing the documents piled up on the desk.

"Last night... Uncle arranged for you to go on a blind date?"

Su Hengfeng put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, and stood opposite her with downcast eyes.

The sun hit his eyelashes, cast a shadow, and covered the emotions in his eyes.

Jin Ziqi slowly lowered his signing hand, looked up at Su Hengfeng's tall and handsome figure, and bent the corners of his lips: "If it's a personal matter, let's talk about it after get off work. Now I have to work, Mr. Su."

After finishing speaking, Jin Ziqi buried his head in the document again, but before he could write down a single stroke, a big hand suddenly grabbed the signature pen in his hand: "Ziqi, let's talk."

Jin Ziqi withdrew his hand indiscriminately, the place Su Hengfeng touched remained warm, frowned slightly, and then pushed the document aside: "Then hurry up and talk, although I don't want to I know what we have to talk about."

Su Hengfeng stared at the signature pen lying in his palm for a while, then turned his gaze out of the window: "Ziqi, do you have to talk to me like this?"

"You are my immediate boss, so what if you don't talk like that?" Jin Ziqi casually replied while browsing the contracts on the computer: "Didn't we talk like this all these years?"

Su Hengfeng's hand holding the signature pen tightened slightly, and he turned his eyes to look at Jin Ziqi's rigorous profile while working: "In these years...you have changed a lot, Ziqi."

"Everyone will change. Did you come to me just to tell me this?"

Jin Ziqi got up and walked to the window cabinet where the file bags were stored, but was stopped by Su Hengfeng: "Ziqi, I heard that your blind date last night was the young master of the Gao family. You think carefully," Su Hengfeng's dark eyes flashed a trace of apologetic tenderness, "I don't want...to see you suffer any more harm."

Jin Ziqi looked at Su Hengfeng appreciatively, and when he looked away, he pursed his lips and smiled: "No matter how big the injury is, I can bear it, do you think such a small injury as big as a sesame mung bean can defeat me? Besides... the last thing I need is your concern."

"Ziqi, you never forgot, right?"

Jin Ziqi's expression was indifferent, and he passed Su Hengfeng who was staring straight at him, but he grabbed his wrist unexpectedly: "Ziqi, tell me, what exactly do you have to do before you are willing to forgive?"

Jin Ziqi stretched out his right hand to brush away Su Hengfeng's big hand that was imprisoning his wrist, and said lightly: "Do you think you need my forgiveness?"

"Zhao'er is your sister, Ziqi, I'm sorry for you, if you want to blame you, blame me alone."

It seems that everyone likes to use the so-called family relationship to convince her, whether it is Su Hengfeng or Jin Zhaodong.

But the ridiculous thing is, how can there be any family relationship between her and Qiao Nianzhao?

Maybe there was once, but during the years when she lost her memory, she never concealed her dislike for Qiao Nianzhao.

A younger sister who can climb into the bed of her older sister's fiancé, what right does she have to talk about family affection with her?
Jin Ziqi raised his eyes to look at Su Hengfeng's tightly wrinkled brows, rolled up the corners of his lips, and asked word by word: "Hengfeng, when Qiao Nianzhao slept with you, did she ever think that I was her older sister?"

(End of this chapter)