Wen Liangyu stopped Lu Ziqing in his tracks, an action that caused Lu to pause montarily.
Many mbers of the Lu Family were present, cousins and siblings; none had been called upon, yet he had been...
"Housekeeper, arrange a driver to take Miss Song Lili ho, and rember, she must be safely delivered."
Wen Liangyu instructed his elderly housekeeper.
But Song Lili beca wary. Since her arrival at the banquet, there had not been a mont when she wasn’t on guard against Wen Liangyu...
Just from the exchange of glances with Wen Liangyu at the start of the banquet, Song Lili was convinced that Wen Liangyu knew of her marital ties with Wen Nian.
"Old Mr. Wen, I can find my own way ho; you needn’t trouble yourself over it."
"What’s wrong? The face isn’t enough for you, if I send a driver to take you back?"
"No, it’s just..."
"What are you afraid of?"
In the eyes of the scheming Wen Liangyu, a hint of a smile surfaced.
Song Lili lost all expression, just gazing steadily at Wen Liangyu... In truth, Wen Nian really did resemble his grandfather a lot, and the older Wen Nian got, the more he would resemble Wen Liangyu...
"Nothing."
Song Lili straightened her spine.
"The daughter of Song Jiayu, Song Lili... I’ll rember you. We will et again."
Wen Liangyu said to Song Lili, and then he walked straight upstairs. Lu Ziqing gave Song Lili a glance and then made a phone call gesture, indicating he would call her later.
Song Lili nodded.
She took a deep breath; after all, hadn’t she arrived with the mindset to face whatever cos, to handle it accordingly?
"Miss Song, please wait here montarily; the driver has gone to get the car. Once the car is at the door, I will lead you out."
The housekeeper spoke respectfully to Song Lili.
Song Lili responded and then stood aside, her back against the pristine white circular carved column, with giant floor-to-ceiling windows on either side.
The night had brought a chill.
The cold air from outside seeped through the windows, prompting Song Lili to rub her arms, waiting for a server to fetch her coat.
She looked around; the place had buzzed with activity all day long, and now, as people departed, only the lancholy sound of cups and utensils being gathered remained.
A aningless banquet, yet a frenzied revelry for the country’s high society.
Song Lili let out a long breath...
Compared to the wild revelry of clinking glasses, she preferred the sweat under the scorching sun in Xilin.
Her gaze drifted aimlessly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure leaning against a carved stone column on the second floor.
Wen Nian stood there, hands in his suit trouser pockets, not knowing how long he had been there, his gaze fixed steadily upon her...
Song Lili’s heart suddenly felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, the sting intense.
In the resolute expression that seed to wish her dead earlier now only loneliness lurked.
He was the President... the President who looked down upon a nation... but always showed a pitiable side before her.
At that mont, Song Lili felt she had truly been too naive...
To fantasize about completely separating her past life from her present, only to be utterly defeated by Wen Xiaonian.
Wen Nian...
Perhaps you have never wronged , perhaps the selfish one has always been all along.
Maybe... this is the best conclusion for us.
I don’t cling to the ending of my past life, and you don’t dwell on the love and hatred of this life.
Both of us seeking a possibility beyond each other is fine too, right?
"Miss Song, the car is ready. Here is your coat."
"Thank you."
Song Lili took her coat, shifted her gaze away from Wen Nian, and strode outside.
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