inspire-indiana Chapter 113 Grandpa
Chapter 113 Grandpa
Xu Jiayin was still unwilling to give up and wanted to ask the shop assistant if they could make an exception. After all, with so many haute couture items, even if one item was missing, Song Qianyi might not know.
The shop assistant was adept at reading the room and clearly understood the relative importance of Xu Jiayin and Song Qianyi, so she smiled and refused Xu Jiayin's request.
Not only this store, but several others also stated that they could not rent or sell to Xu Jiayin.
When Xu Jiayin returned empty-handed, her manager's expression immediately changed: "Where are your clothes?"
"They won't rent it out!"
Xu Jiayin's tone was even more resentful than her manager's. She gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "If anyone's to blame, it's me for not having any powerful backers."
"What do you mean?"
After Xu Jiayin finished recounting what happened in the store, the manager's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"They even want to wipe them out completely, which is really going too far."
If they don't wear haute couture on the red carpet, they might be subject to negative speculation from netizens and the media.
These are all secondary issues; the important thing is that Xu Jiayin will lose access to fashion resources as a result.
Therefore, his career path after that was all downhill.
A resolute glint flashed in the agent's eyes: "Xu Jiayin, a boss contacted me; he still likes you a lot."
The implication is clear.
Xu Jiayin pursed her lips and remained silent.
She knew that the bosses who contacted the agents were rich and voluptuous.
Compared to Ji Jingshen, he is far inferior.
Thinking of Ji Jingshen made her restless.
But she remained clear-headed, knowing that she had no chance of getting close to Ji Jingshen.
Right now, preserving yourself is the most important thing.
"Sis, I've never met him before either. I'll have a meal with him to find out more."
It was called a meal, but it was a done deal.
Xu Jiayin clenched her fists, secretly vowing to trample Song Qianyi under her feet.
……
Song Qianyi escorted Wenya back to the bar. When she returned to the company, she saw the familiar Cullinan parked in the parking lot and stepped on the brakes.
They're pretty good at parking; they parked in her spot.
She smiled, stepped on the gas, and the front of her car almost touched the front of the Cullinan.
She opened the door, got out of the car, and clicked her tongue lightly: "The scratch from last time is fixed so quickly?"
However, her car, because she hasn't had time to repair it recently, has very noticeable scratches on its body.
Another reason is that car repairs are a bit expensive, and she's reluctant to touch her savings, waiting for this month's salary to arrive.
Shen Chen looked at the jogger who was almost right next to him, his face turning pale.
If Miss Song really does have murderous intentions towards President Ji one day, she probably won't take him down with her, right?
Ji Jingshen remained calm, opened the car door and got out, saying, "It's just a paint repair, it won't take much time. Just drive the car to the 4S shop and swipe my card."
Hearing "swipe my card," Song Qianyi felt a little guilty thinking about what she had done that day.
Not wanting to lose face, she retorted defiantly, "We're getting a divorce anyway, who's going to spend your money?"
Ji Jingshen chuckled, "Really? Then why did I receive a text message about a transaction today?"
"What do you mean?" Song Qianyi asked Ji Jingshen with a stern face.
No wonder he came over today; it turns out it was because she swiped his card.
He sneered, giving Ji Jingshen no time to explain: "Don't worry, I'll transfer the money to you."
She took out her phone, pressed a string of numbers onto the receipt, gritted her teeth, and used her secret stash of money, then clicked confirm.
I should have known better than to buy everything just to spite Xu Jiayin; now she's the one who's been spiteful.
"That's not what I meant." Ji Jingshen walked over in a few steps, trying to stop Song Qianyi's actions. Even though he was tall and strong, just as he walked over to snatch the phone, Song Qianyi successfully transferred the money.
Song Qianyi took a step back, creating distance between them: "Let's not see each other until we get the divorce certificate."
She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to resist doing bad things to Ji Jingshen.
Right now, I have a very strong urge to slap him.
She turned and strode away.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around, pointed at Ji Jingshen and said, "This is the Song family. Don't you dare lay a hand on me. Believe me or not, I'll call security to kick you out right now."
Ji Jingshen ignored him and wanted to capture Song Qianyi.
"stop!"
Song Qianyi raised her voice, which echoed in the empty parking lot: "Ji Jingshen, every step you take makes me feel disgusted!"
Upon hearing the word "disgusting," Ji Jingshen's mind went blank for a moment, and he stood there, forgetting to move.
Song Qianyi looked back several times to make sure Ji Jingshen wasn't following before jogging into the elevator.
The gleaming elevator door reflected her current appearance: her eyes were slightly red, she was panting, and she looked disheveled and pitiful.
She disliked her current state and looked down to open her phone.
The video happened to be about a guy opening a family card for a girl, and the girl accidentally making a purchase and being verbally abused by the guy.
She turned off her phone.
There are plenty of scoundrels in this world.
In the parking lot, Shen Chen mustered his courage and asked, "President Ji, how do we get out of here?"
Ji Jingshen turned around.
The Cullinan and the coupe were so close together that even the slightest movement would cause them to scrape against each other.
"Figure it out yourself."
Shen Chen: ...
After hesitating for a moment, he took out his phone and made a call, asking a colleague to bring a car over.
Neither the Cullinan nor the sports car is one he can compensate for.
After Ji Jingshen had Shen Chen take him to the Song family, he told him to go back and guard the car.
Shen Chen knew that Ji Jingshen had asked him to guard the car, not the car itself.
Song family.
Song Hongguo was reading the newspaper when he saw Ji Jingshen coming over. He took off his glasses and said with a smile, "It's been a while since you've been here."
"It was my fault." Ji Jingshen didn't defend himself and sat down next to Song Hongguo.
Song Hongguo turned his head to look at him, his mood low, thinking of the rumors that had reached his ears: "What trouble has Qianyi caused this time?"
“It’s not her fault.” Ji Jingshen quickly waved his hand, knowing that Song Hongguo was sharp-witted and had no intention of hiding anything: “It’s my fault for not handling things well, I always make her angry.”
"I'll only ask you one question," Song Hongguo said, his eyes narrowing slightly, his expression serious. "Was there a third person involved in your relationship?"
Ji Jingshen remained silent.
third party……
Lin Shan, Lin Wanqing, Xu Jiayin, Fang Zhou...
Are they considered third parties?
Although they had an impact on their marriage, it was not caused by their own actions.
and so……
"It probably doesn't exist."
Ji Jingshen himself lacked confidence.
“If you don’t have anyone else in your hearts, then there’s no third party involved.” Song Hongguo didn’t even ask Ji Jingshen and Song Qianyi to have each other in their hearts, because he knew how absurd their reason for being together was.
Ji Jingshen then concluded: "Then there is no third party."
He looked at Song Hongguo, hesitating whether to tell him that the two of them were preparing for divorce.
The other person seemed to see through his thoughts: "Marriage is not a game; it's not like dating where you break up and get back together all the time."
Ji Jingshen remained silent: "But Grandpa, I don't know what to do now."
He wanted to maintain their relationship, but the more he did, the more mistakes he made.
Doing it is wrong, not doing it is also wrong; I'm caught in a dilemma.
Even in the midst of business battles, he had never been in such a predicament.
Song Hongguo smiled slightly: "Leave it to me."
He turned his head to look at Ji Jingshen and said slowly, "I want to hold a grand birthday banquet for myself."