They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Zhou Haidong sighed.

"I called Jianghan, but they didn't answer."

"I called their legal department, and Xia Yutong replied that you don't need to apologize."

Song Wanning suddenly stood up.

The hem of the dress got caught on the chair leg, tearing a hole in it.

She didn't even glance at it.

"What do you mean? What do you mean you don't need to apologize? If I don't apologize, how will he stop?"

Zhou Haidong did not respond.

Song Wanning paced back and forth in the room, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

After walking around several times, she suddenly stopped.

"How badly was Qiu Siyao injured?"

"If I beg her and lower my stance, will she give in?"

"It's no use talking to her. She's not in charge now. It's Jiang Han who wants to blacklist you."

Song Wanning threw the crumpled tissue in her hand into the trash can.

"I'll go directly to Jiang Han."

"I'll ask him face-to-face, how far do you want to push me before you're satisfied."

"I'll agree to any condition he asks for."

Song Wanning stood in front of the desk, her hands resting on the surface.

The neckline of her dress rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

His eyes were very red.

Zhou Haidong had seen this kind of look before; when people are driven to the brink, they may have a reckless impulse.

"Are you going to find Jiang Han?"

"Yes! He's not answering the phone, so I'll go in person."

"No matter where he is, I'll go and ambush him."

Zhou Haidong looked at the female artist he had single-handedly made famous, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"What's the point of you going to see him? Will he even see you?"

"Sigh... I'll try contacting a middleman."

Zhou Haidong picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts for a long time, and dialed several numbers.

"Old Zhou? What's up?"

"Mr. Wang, I have a question for you. Do you have any connections with General Manager Jiang of Xingyue?"

"Of all people to mess with, why did you have to pick on him?"

"It wasn't my fault, it's a long story..."

"Would you like me to help organize a gathering?"

"That's what I mean, please, brother!"

"Let's give it a try. I do know President Jiang, but I can't guarantee whether he'll give me face."

"Okay, thanks! I owe you a favor."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Haidong looked up at Song Wanning.

"Go back and change out of that outfit. Don't even think about anything else."

"Get some rest and take good care of yourself."

Song Wanning opened her mouth as if to say something, but Zhou Haidong interrupted her directly.

"Every word you say now is nonsense. Go back and wait."

Song Wanning nodded, turned and walked out, her steps a little unsteady.

……

evening.

Jiang Han's car drove into the manor villa.

He had just turned off the engine when he heard the front door open.

Qiu Siyao ran out of the house without even putting on slippers.

As she ran across the lawn, she stepped in mud several times before rushing to the car door.

Jiang Han opened the car door, and Qiu Siyao pounced on him.

She crashed into his arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

His face was buried in his chest, and his shoulders were shaking violently.

Jiang Han put one arm around her back and closed the car door with the other.

"Let's go inside and talk, it's cold outside."

Qiu Siyao refused to let go.

Jiang Han let her do as she pleased, gently patting her back a few times, like coaxing a child.

"Yao Yao".

Jiang Han lifted the little girl's face from his arms.

Her eyes were red and swirling with tears, which finally couldn't be held back and rolled down her cheeks.

"husband!"

Her voice was terribly hoarse, and trembled with tears.

Jiang Han wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

"Let me see your arm."

Qiu Siyao rolled up her sleeves a little.

The bruise on my elbow has faded, turning from bluish-purple to dark yellow.

"Does it still hurt?"

Qiu Siyao shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, honey."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"I was afraid you'd worry. The online comments are really harsh; I was afraid you'd get angry if you saw them..."

Hearing Qiu Siyao's sensible words, Jiang Han felt a warmth in his heart.

"Fool, no one will blame you."

Jiang Han lowered his head and gently touched Qiu Siyao's forehead with his lips.

He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her back into his arms.

Qiu Siyao rubbed her face hard against her chest, wiping her tears all over her shirt.

In the living room.

Four women stood beside the sofa, none of them making a sound.

They watched quietly as Qiu Siyao nestled in Jiang Han's arms, acting coquettishly.

Qiu Siyao lifted her head from Jiang Han's arms and noticed her best friends' gazes.

She sniffed, a little embarrassed.

Lin Yaoyao retorted, "Why are you crying? Those brainless fans have all shut up this afternoon."

"I used several alternate accounts to troll people, it was so satisfying!"

Qiu Siyao laughed along, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

After dinner, the nanny came over to clear the dishes.

Lin Yaoyao took out two decks of playing cards that were still unopened from the storage room and slapped them on the dining table.

She turned around, facing the women on the sofa, and pointed at each of them with her fingers.

"Qingning, Yutong, and Mengjie, the three of you are coming to play cards with me tonight. No one is allowed to run away!"

Shen Qingning put down her cup and asked.

"Where's Yao Yao?"

Lin Yaoyao deliberately avoided looking in Qiu Siyao's direction.

She broke up the deck of cards, shuffling the two decks together in her hands.

"Qiu Siyao has other things to do tonight."

Just as Xia Yutong was about to ask what was wrong, Liu Meng kicked her under the table.

Lin Yaoyao pretended to tap the table with a playing card.

"I'm telling you, tonight we'll fight to the death!"

"Whoever runs first is a dog."

When Lin Yaoyao mentioned the word "battle," she deliberately turned her head to glance at Qiu Siyao.

He covered his lips, and his voice suddenly changed.

Her voice was soft and thin, and the last syllable was drawn out.

"Fight to the end! Oh ho ho ho~"

Qiu Siyao's face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.

"Yaoyao! What are you yelling about!"

"I didn't yell randomly. I'm just demonstrating for them."

"You're supposed to yell that when you lose at cards? What are you thinking?"

Qiu Siyao stood up from behind the table and reached out to chase after her.

The two ran around the sofa, laughing as they went.

"Why are you chasing me? I'm not the one who should be chasing you today."

Shen Qingning moved the teacup on the table to a safe position to prevent it from being knocked over.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. If we want to play cards, let's go inside soon."

After saying that, the four best friends understood each other perfectly and went upstairs together into their room.

Playing cards was just a pretense; the real purpose was to spend the night alone with Jiang Han and Qiu Siyao.

……

The master bedroom of the villa.

After taking a shower, Qiu Siyao changed into a milky white spaghetti strap nightgown.

Her hair wasn't completely dry, and a few stray strands clung to her collarbone.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands folded on her knees, her bare feet on the carpet.

Jiang Han tilted his head and called softly, "Come here."

Qiu Siyao moved over, obediently turned to the side, and pressed all her weight onto the other person.

"husband."

"Um?"

"I saw your statement at the company today."

My colleague handed me his phone, and I looked at it several times.

"I hid in the bathroom and cried for a long time."

"So this is what it feels like to be protected."

"Honey, I want to spend quality time with you tonight."

……