inspire-indiana Chapter 102 Tell Him I
Chapter 102 Tell Him I
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.
She and Fangzhou didn't spend much time together; they only occasionally met during class, and even when they contacted each other on WeChat, it was always about academic matters.
Fang Zhou had never said anything about having feelings for her. If she brought it up first, and someone misunderstood her meaning, it would only make things very awkward.
After much thought, Song Qianyi decided to maintain a normal classmate relationship.
The school attached great importance to this lecture and held a very grand event. In addition to the business school, students from other colleges also came to attend.
Song Qianyi saw Fang Zhou waiting for her at the entrance of the venue from afar.
"ark."
She called out and jogged over.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on Song Qianyi's hair and the hem of her white dress, blurring her bright smile.
Fangzhou felt his breath catch for a moment.
My heart was pounding even harder than when I first saw Song Qianyi.
"Have you been waiting long?" Song Qianyi handed him the water in her hand, noticing his flushed cheeks. "The water is ice-cold, so it'll help you cool down."
Fangzhou twisted open the bottle cap, took a sip, and choked, his face turning even redder.
While patting his back to help him catch his breath, Song Qianyi searched for tissues in her bag and handed them to Fang Zhou.
"Song Qianyi?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Song Qianyi straightened up and saw Song Qianyu standing in front of her.
Song Qianyu's gaze swept over the two of them: "You two..."
"What are you doing here?" Song Qianyi interrupted her.
"Are you the only one allowed to improve, but others aren't?" Song Qianyu rolled her eyes and shook the notebook in her arms: "I'm here to learn."
Fang Zhou stopped coughing, stood up straight, and happened to meet Song Qianyu's gaze.
"Song Qianyi, don't blame me for not warning you, you and Ji..."
"The speech is about to start, you should go in quickly." Song Qianyi interrupted her, her calm eyes fixed on Song Qianyu.
Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Song Qianyu dared not say more, only replying, "Anyway, you know what's going on."
After saying that, he slunk away.
Song Qianyi withdrew her gaze, her mind preoccupied.
"Senior, let's go inside!"
Fangzhou didn't ask about their relationship and subtly changed the subject.
The venue was packed with people who had come to hear about it. Song Qianyi followed Fang Zhou through the crowd to her seat.
"Senior, hold my hand." In the crowded scene, Fang Zhou reached out his hand to Song Qianyi.
Song Qianyi's gaze lingered on his outstretched palm for a moment, then she raised her hand and placed it on his wrist.
After walking a short distance, the crowd thinned out and the congestion subsided, so Song Qianyi let go of his hand.
She deliberately ignored Fang Zhou's disappointed expression and found a seat.
After observing for several days, she realized her intuition was correct and decided to talk to Fangzhou about it after the speech.
The microphone on stage emitted a loud buzz. After some adjustments, the host read the opening remarks.
Dull.
Taking the opportunity, Song Qianyi took out her phone to check if she had missed any work messages.
"Let's welcome Mr. Ji."
Song Qianyi paused while typing.
季？
Which season?
Could it be the "Ji" in Ji Jingshen's name?
As if to confirm her idea, Ji Jingshen's voice resounded throughout the entire venue.
"Hello everyone, I am Ji Jingshen."
Song Qianyi put away her phone, and her eyes met Ji Jingshen's.
Their eyes met, and the surrounding sounds gradually faded away.
Ji Jingshen leaned on the podium, his hands resting on the edge of the table tightening slightly, his knuckles turning white.
Song Qianyi's seat was very close to the front, and he could see her figure and the boy next to her in the way without even looking for her.
The audience watched intently, all waiting for him to speak.
Ji Jingshen slowly began, "It's a pleasure to be here at your esteemed school today..."
"Senior, don't you think President Ji keeps looking this way?" Fang Zhou whispered in Song Qianyi's ear.
Ji Jingshen's gaze fell upon them again.
Fang Zhou quickly sat up straight. "It seems to be true."
The gazes cast down from the stage were too intense for him to ignore. After a brief eye contact, he quickly lowered his head again.
Song Qianyi didn't speak, but just pursed her lips and looked at the people on the stage.
Fang Zhou received no response, so he turned to look at Song Qianyi and saw that she looked dazed and then looked at the stage. Her bright eyes had dimmed considerably, and she remained listless for the rest of the performance.
During the Q&A session, everyone was in high spirits and very active.
After all, no one would not be excited in the face of such a young, handsome, and wealthy entrepreneur.
Ji Jingshen may look cold, but he answers questions with a professional yet humorous touch.
"I heard this is President Ji's first public appearance and speech. May I ask why President Ji chose our school? As far as I know, President Ji's alma mater is not our school."
Everyone was waiting for Ji Jingshen's answer.
Ji Jingshen's gaze fell on Song Qianyi, and after a moment's thought, he said, "This is not my alma mater, but it is my wife's alma mater. She hasn't seen me for two weeks because of her studies. In order to see her, I can only stand here so that she can see me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene became difficult to control, and the jeers from the crowd almost shook the entire venue.
"Excuse me, which one of you is your wife?"
Ji Jingshen shook his head and did not answer.
Everyone followed his gaze to the audience seats where Song Qianyi was.
There are all kinds of speculations.
Fang Zhou then looked at Song Qianyi.
Seeing her expression, an answer was about to emerge in my mind.
Song Qianyi had never felt that time was so hard to pass.
Hearing Ji Jingshen's answer, her heart remained calm and undisturbed.
After the speech, the students excitedly discussed who Ji Jingshen's wife was before leaving the venue one after another.
Song Qianyi didn't move, and asked, "Fang Zhou, do you want to go back first?"
Fang Zhou pursed his lips and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Senior, do you know President Ji?"
"It's not as simple as just knowing each other."
Ji Jingshen walked behind Song Qianyi's seat without her noticing and put his hand on her shoulder.
Simple yet intimate gestures, declaring everything.
Fang Zhou's eyes darted back and forth between the two men, his expression grim.
Song Qianyi's expression was also unpleasant. She raised her hand and took Ji Jingshen's hand away, suppressing her anger: "Fang Zhou, you go back first."
"Okay." Fang Zhou stood up, looking back frequently, but finally left.
"Your boyfriend seems very worried about you."
Ji Jingshen said.
Song Qianyi's eyes sharpened: "He and I are just classmates."
She stood up and walked outside: "Let's talk."
Ji Jingshen didn't want others to pry into his privacy, so he readily accepted.
The Cullinan has excellent sound insulation; two people sitting in the car can see students passing by outside without hearing a sound.
"Ji Jingshen, what did you mean by your answer just now?"
Song Qianyi spoke first: "We're already getting a divorce. What's the point of all this talk about being so affectionate?"
This was the most ironic scene she found most ironic.
That cold-hearted man, who even had his secretary relay his divorce wishes, publicly expressed his desire to see his wife.
It was as if he wasn't the one who filed for divorce.
Or rather, Ji Jingshen wanted to use this opportunity to squeeze out the last bit of value from her.
"It might not mean anything to you, since it interrupted your good time." Ji Jingshen's eyes narrowed slightly, and as he thought of the scene of Song Qianyi and Fang Zhou talking together, his words became even more sarcastic: "How about I go and explain the situation to him, and tell him that we're getting a divorce?"