Song Zhixing clenched her sleeves with her fingers and fluttered her eyelashes. "I'll go in and take a look, and I'll be out right away."
Du Hui seemed a little reluctant, and said: "Young lady, don't go in. The Second Master is sad enough now, he definitely doesn't want to see you."
The dullness floated out of her eyes. Song Zhixing's eyelashes drooped.
Chi Huan found it strange that Song Zhixing had not come in yet, so he turned back to look for her, only to find that she was stopped outside the door.
"Why don't you go in again?" Chi Huan asked Song Zhixing.
Song Zhixing took a step back. Chi Huan frowned. Du Hui explained: "Master Chi, Miss Song didn't send a condolence letter, so we can't let her go."
"She's the only one who needs a condolence letter? She's not from your Tang family..."
"Chi Huan, I'm not going in." Song Zhixing interrupted Chi Huan. Du Hui had just said that she was just an irrelevant outsider. The more Chi Huan talked, the more it seemed to her that he was humiliating himself.
"You came all the way from Country J, just to kowtow in the mourning hall? It's just a letter of condolence!" Chi Huan took out his own letter of condolence, took out the pen he carried with him, and wrote a few words on the letter. Song Zhixing couldn't understand the handwriting because it was not You Cheng's. Chi Huan handed the letter to Du Hui, "Is this okay?"
Du Hui looked at the letter, then at Song Zhixing, his expression slightly dark. Finally, he put down his hand that was blocking Song Zhixing and said, "Please."
Song Zhixing didn’t know what Chi Huan wrote in the letter, which was so useful, but she still took a step back, “I won’t go in.”
"Why?" Chi Huan asked.
Tang Yu didn't want to see her. If she went in now, it might make things worse. Song Zhixing turned around and got into Chi Huan's car, "Go in and kowtow, I'll wait for you here."
Chi Huan didn't force her, but just nodded, "Then I'll go first."
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Chi Huan went in alone, but he didn't expect Tang Yu to come out of the mourning hall to get some fresh air. Tang Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw him, and the two of them met each other's eyes, each with their own thoughts. Chi Huan stepped forward and shook his hand, "My condolences."
"Thank you." Tang Yu only said two short words, his voice was hoarse.
Then, the two people passed by each other, and Chi Huan went in. Tang Yu looked at the back with deep eyes, and was absent-minded for a moment. When he walked to the door, he saw Du Hui holding a condolence letter and reading it, so he took it. Du Hui opened his lips and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Tang Yu had already seen the eye-catching words on the back of the condolence letter.
It was in the language of Country J—and it clearly read: Mourners: Chi Huan and his fiancée Song Zhixing.
Tang Yu's breathing became heavier, and he stared at the words for a long time. Du Hui thought he would get angry, but unexpectedly, he just closed the condolence letter in an unusually calm manner.
What a great fiancée!
"Why did he come here alone?" he asked, as if it was just a casual question, as calm and calm as the breeze.
"The young lady is here too." Du Hui said, looking in a certain direction.
Tang Yu followed his gaze and saw the petite figure in the car from afar.
Song Zhixing had seen him a long time ago. From the moment he walked out, her eyes had been fixed on him. She was not too close to see his slight expression at the moment, but she could clearly feel his tiredness and grief.
As Song Zhixing looked at it, his eyes became blurred.
Tang Yu's eyes met hers, and his breathing became heavier, but in just a second, he turned away. He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. Song Zhixing suddenly couldn't control himself, opened the car door, and got out quickly. But the next moment, the man who had been standing far away suddenly turned around with an expressionless face and walked into the mourning hall.
The whole time, without pause.
He never even turned back to look at her.
All that was left for her was a cold and ruthless back.
As if she had been hit hard by a punch, Song Zhixing's breath was choked, and her steps to run towards him suddenly stopped. She also stood there, looking at that person, getting farther and farther away from her.
So far away, finally... not even the back is left...
She pulled her lips into a smile.
Tears came out of my eyes, but I laughed.
Finally... she really lost him.
From now on, I will no longer have his tolerance, his support, his protection, and his love.
Finally, she was going to become an individual and start moving forward independently.
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Because she had a background in art, Song Zhixing eventually chose to study at Lingfeng City Academy of Fine Arts, not far from Youcheng, and majored in interior design. Chen Cheng and she went to the same university.
Since the day of mourning, she has not returned to Country J for three years, nor has she contacted her grandfather. The Li family offended the Tang family, and the marriage with the Chi family was ultimately unsuccessful because of her non-cooperation. She has never tried to understand what the Li family is like now.
Overnight, she became a complete orphan. Without ties or concerns, nothing seemed to have stirred up any waves in her heart in the past three years.
Song Zhixing was in her dormitory drawing a design that she was about to submit. Chen Cheng patted her shoulder and said, "It's almost vacation time. Will you come back to Jude City with me?"
She shook her head.
"So you stayed at school alone again?"
"Um."
"It's not safe for you to be alone in school. Something happened during the last winter break. It was a burglary! Have you forgotten?"
"I have work to do!" Song Zhixing patted the newspaper beside him and raised his eyebrows at her. "I took a lot of part-time jobs this summer. After two months of hard work, I will definitely have no problem paying for tuition and living expenses for next semester. Watercolors are very expensive, so I have to hurry up."
"It's a pity that I can't stay with you."
"You don't have to worry about me. I've been through this for the past three years. Don't worry, nothing will happen." She vowed and patted her chest.
"Hey, are you going to look for an internship when you go back this time?" At this moment, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and other roommates came in and chatted.
"Of course, you need an internship in your senior year. Taozi, your family must have found an internship for you, right?"
Taozi is a rich second-generation girl in their dormitory, a delicate little princess. She was trimming her nails when she heard this and poked her head out from the mosquito net on the upper bunk. "My mom just called me today and told me to join a super large company."
"What super company?"
"Tang Group." As soon as Taozi said this, Song Zhixing's hand, which was drawing, trembled and a long line was drawn. She quickly took an eraser to erase the line. Chen Cheng looked at her and said nothing.
"And, it's the headquarters!" Taozi said boastfully.
"Is this true? Why would the headquarters need an intern?"