Hope You Don’t Play Tricks This Time

Su Yang was very enthusiastic about keeping Song Qinghuan and her assistant, so they stayed for the employee meal before leaving.

When the assistant opened the meal box, he exclaimed, “We eat so well here!” This is a conscientious company!

He didn’t say the latter part out loud but added it silently in his heart.

This, of course, caught Song Qinghuan’s attention.

She glanced at the meal, which seemed to have three or four dishes—beef, ribs, chicken legs, and some vegetables. It was indeed quite sumptuous.

In comparison, the meals at her own company were quite ordinary.

Su Yang laughed heartily and patted the assistant’s shoulder, encouraging him, “Work hard, and you’ll have plenty of opportunities to eat here in the future!”

He wasn’t wrong. Now that their collaboration was confirmed, once the contract was drafted and signed tomorrow, they could officially start working.

Since they were making short videos, they would inevitably spend a lot of time here.

Song Qinghuan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she glanced at Fang Zhou. He was eating while watching a soccer match with Li Siming, occasionally exclaiming in excitement, not paying any attention to her.

She smiled and then lowered her head to eat.

Regardless, today’s business deal was sealed, which was a good thing.

“Wow! Damn! How could they miss such a good scoring opportunity? No wonder Chinese men’s soccer can’t rise; it’s a pile of crap!”

At an exciting moment, Li Siming couldn’t help but curse, forgetting his meal and venting his frustration at the traditional target of men’s complaints—the Chinese men’s soccer team.

Fang Zhou was much calmer, even giving him a sidelong glance and a low warning, “Can you be more civilized? We’re eating here!”

“I’m done watching! It’s pissing me off!”

Li Siming, filled with anger, closed the webpage, returning to the bare desktop, which reflected Fang Zhou’s bewildered face.

“If you don’t watch, then I will! Turn it back on!”

“No way, I won’t let this filth dirty my computer!”

“Then I’ll go watch on my own!”

The two bickered like elementary school kids, just like in their student days, attracting the attention of those nearby.

Su Yang shook his head helplessly and explained to Song Qinghuan, “They both love watching soccer, but unfortunately, their chosen team isn’t that strong.”

His words were very tactful, and the other two understood.

The assistant grinned and said cheerfully, “I think the two bosses are quite interesting and very patriotic. I believe one day, soccer will rise!”

Song Qinghuan didn’t respond, silently picking up a few dishes into her bowl, then lifted the bowl and started eating. She moved gracefully but quickly, finishing her meal in no time.

After eating, she picked up a spoon and drank some soup. Throughout the process, she didn’t speak or look at anyone. She seemed completely immersed in her own world, isolated from the outside.

However, only she knew that her heart was not at peace.

Hearing the World Cup topic, she couldn’t help but recall the times she and Fang Zhou stayed up late watching soccer matches together.

Back then, they were still lovers, deeply in love.

Whenever there was an important match, Fang Zhou would prepare beer, snacks, and other items in advance, then pull Song Qinghuan to watch in front of the TV.

Although Song Qinghuan wasn’t very interested in soccer, seeing Fang Zhou’s excitement made everything worthwhile.

Looking back now, those happy times seemed so vivid.

But now, things had changed. She had lost the person who could stay up late watching soccer with her.

Thinking of this, Song Qinghuan felt a pang of heartache. But she didn’t show it, continuing to eat and drink, trying to keep her emotions stable.

He hasn’t changed at all.

Still gentle, though he looks fierce.

Still loves watching soccer and is still tolerant.

After the meal, it was already one o’clock. Song Qinghuan and her assistant said their goodbyes and prepared to return to their company.

“I’ll walk you out. You can’t get out without a card downstairs.”

Su Yang was quite thoughtful.

“I’ll take them. I need to walk off the meal.”

Fang Zhou, who had finished eating, stood up and took on the task.

Su Yang was happy to have someone share the load, so he nodded cheerfully.

“Alright, you go ahead, Fang Zhou.”

Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and followed Fang Zhou silently into the elevator.

The office building had dozens of floors, and the elevator space was large enough to accommodate a dozen people, so the three of them weren’t crowded.

But the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The assistant looked down at his toes, hoping the elevator would reach the ground floor quickly.

However, things never go as planned.

He heard the man named Fang Zhou speak, but not to him.

“Song Qinghuan, I hope you don’t play any tricks this time.”

The man’s voice was cold with a hint of magnetism, like jade striking, pleasant even to a man’s ears.

The assistant’s heart tightened, thinking: Here it comes, Song Jie really has a grudge with this guy!

No wonder I felt uneasy earlier!

Song Qinghuan, called out, was initially stunned, then raised her eyes to look at Fang Zhou, seeing only seriousness in his eyes, with no trace of affection.

She smiled as usual.

“How could I dare? You’re my client now. My entire department relies on your company for food!”

Her words were impeccable, clearly a seasoned businesswoman, indicating the difference in their current status and subtly assuring she wouldn’t play tricks.

Fang Zhou sneered, squinting his eyes and looking at her with a mocking gaze.

His black eyes seemed like bottomless pits, reflecting Song Qinghuan’s delicate face, but her beauty couldn’t hide the undisguised contempt and ridicule in Fang Zhou’s eyes.

“If it weren’t for your abilities, I wouldn’t have chosen you.”

“Character is the most important thing in a person, followed by other qualities.”

The assistant, listening, was terrified, wishing he could become deaf.

He felt like he had heard something he shouldn’t have. What to do? Pretend to be crazy? Will Song Jie kill me to silence me?

Since joining three months ago, this was the first time he saw Song Qinghuan at a loss.

She didn’t refute but remained silent, as if accepting his words.

Fortunately, she spoke again.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you. Feel free to supervise me.”

“As for the rest, let time prove it.”

She smiled confidently, seemingly unaffected by Fang Zhou’s mockery.

Fang Zhou chuckled softly, not saying anything harsh.

“I hope so. Here’s a card for you. You won’t need an escort tomorrow.”

He handed the card to the assistant, not Song Qinghuan.

The assistant, confused, took it and looked at Song Qinghuan, his eyes saying, ‘Why did he give it to me? Shouldn’t it be for you?’

Song Qinghuan gave him a reassuring look and thanked Fang Zhou, “Thanks. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime.”

“Ding!”

The elevator arrived. Fang Zhou opened the door, watched them leave, and then replied, “No need, I’m very busy.”

Then the elevator door closed, and Fang Zhou’s face disappeared.

The assistant couldn’t help but take a deep breath and curiously asked, “Song Jie, do you have a grudge with this guy? He seems to dislike you.”

Song Qinghuan raised an eyebrow, walking out and calmly saying, “No grudge, just an ex-relationship.”

The assistant stood there, stunned, watching Song Qinghuan’s back, internally screaming.

Ahhh, it’s an ex! No wonder the resentment is so strong!