Chapter 19: Atonement Only Begins!

Song Huan Yan rested at home for two days.

Qin Zi Mo was injured, so the drama he was filming with Qiao An has been temporarily halted.

According to the security report at the gate, Qin Zi Mo has been standing guard at the Song Family Mansion gate these two days.

Song Huan Yan said indifferently, "He's willing to guard; let him guard."

He has been calling her repeatedly these two days, nonstop.

But Song Huan Yan neither hangs up nor blocks him, letting him call.

Sometimes a single ring lasts half an hour to an hour.

Listening to the incessant ringing, Song Huan Yan remains unmoved, and even feels a slight thrill.

Qin Zi Mo, this is the beginning of your atonement!

As for the messages Qin Zi Mo sent, she never looked at them.

After resting until the third day, Song Huan Yan tells Sang Wan to send out a notice: tomorrow the holiday ends and we return to work.

Sang Wan posts a notice in the company group, requiring every employee to be present that day, including artists and crews currently filming; the company is holding a Company Meeting with important announcements.

Liu Hong Ying, the Leng mother, called Ning Shuyue, saying she wants the two to meet for a meal; if everyone feels fine, they can proceed directly to an engagement or even marriage, and the Leng family has no objection.

In the morning, when Song Huan Yan got up for breakfast, Ning Shuyue told her about this and asked, "When do you think would be suitable?"

Song Huan Yan raised an indifferent eyebrow, "Weekend, perhaps."

Ning Shuyue nodded, "Alright, I'll arrange it."

Song Qicheng, after hearing this, glanced at her again.

After breakfast, Song Huan Yan and Song Qicheng went to the parking lot together.

As Song Huan Yan was about to get in the car, Song Qicheng called out, "Just broke up, and you're already talking about a marriage alliance?"

Song Huan Yan stood by the car door, "Do I have to be heartbroken for months before considering?"

Song Qicheng said, "I don't mean that. What I mean is…"

"A period of being single?" Song Huan Yan cut him off.

Song Qicheng nodded, "That's right. You've been hurt emotionally, so there's no need to rush into a marriage alliance. If after meeting both sides have no objections, you could quickly get engaged or even marry directly. Yan Yan, are you really ready?"

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "I don't think a failed relationship should cost me my time and feelings. I'm not that young; I plan for myself rather than linger in sorrow."

Song Huan Yan finished speaking, got into the car, looked up at Song Qicheng, "Thanks, big brother, for your concern. No need to worry about me; I'm mentally strong. I'm leaving now."

She remained cold and indifferent the whole time, with no emotional fluctuation.

"Yan Yan…" Song Qicheng's voice was trapped outside the car door.

The driver ignited the engine, and the car drove away.

But Song Qicheng didn't leave, staring at her car until it disappeared.

Song Huan Yan took a deep breath and lowered her eyelids.

Her big brother…

Ning Shuyue only gave birth to a daughter; she was injured during delivery and could not become pregnant again.

So Song's father adopted his friend's orphan, namely Song Qicheng.

Song Qicheng excelled in both character and studies since childhood, was exceptionally capable, handsome, and of upright conduct.

The Song Group is now overseen by Song Qicheng and Song Huaiguo.

Song Huan Yan never doubts Song Qicheng's character and doesn't think he would covet the Song Clan.

Yet she vaguely feels that since her university romance with Qin Zi Mo began, Song Qicheng seems to have other intentions.

She isn't certain, so she keeps the appropriate distance from Song Qicheng.

Because she only feels sibling affection toward Song Qicheng, not romantic.

In any case, she doesn't want any unexpected changes with Song Qicheng, so a swift marriage alliance is a good choice.

At the company parking lot, Sang Wan and Tang Chenge arrived one after another.

Song Huan Yan got out of the car, and the three headed to the company together.

At the company entrance, Song Huan Yan looked up, "Find someone to change the company's name."

It's unlucky; this film and TV company was set up specifically for Qin Zi Mo.

At first she pretentiously chose a name related to Qin Zi Mo: Mo Ying Culture Entertainment Media.

Sang Wan nodded, "Change! Must change immediately! Change to what?"

Song Huan Yan said, "Change it to Huan Yan."

Sang Wan and Tang Chenge instantly laughed, "That's good!"

From Mo Ying to Huan Yan, from a company founded for Qin Zi Mo to one reclaimed by Song Huan Yan herself!

The three entered the company, and the employees' looks at Song Huan Yan were completely different—envious and respectful.

But what made Song Huan Yan feel unlucky was that Qin Zi Mo, Qin Jiao Jiao, and Li Zihang were all standing in the company lobby.

With smiles plastered on their faces, trying to curry favor, holding many items in their hands, as if at that banquet no one had shown any hostility.

Sang Wan muttered low, "Really unlucky, seeing such disgusting stuff first thing in the morning."

The three, upon seeing Song Huan Yan, immediately stepped forward; Qin Zi Mo was the first to hand over his breakfast, saying gently, "Baby, I bought breakfast for you myself. It's still warm, eat quickly."

His facial wound had almost healed, only a slight bruise, and he still looked handsome.

Qin Zi Mo is quite tall, about 185 cm, and as an artist his appearance is well managed.

His whole body has beautiful muscle lines, an upright posture, a certain aura; his features are regular with thick brows and big eyes, exuding righteousness, and he also has some capital.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have caused Qiao An to develop a competitive urge to seize.

Yet this kind of superficial capital is worthless before real monetary capital.

Without her, Song Huan Yan, Qin Zi Mo is nothing.

Still a movie star.

Qin Zi Mo said as he eagerly opened what he was holding, "Look, I bought you fresh hot milk and crab roe buns."

He looked at Song Huan Yan with gentle intensity, as if nothing had ever happened between them.

Qin Jiao Jiao also handed what she held to Song Huan Yan, flattering, "Sister‑in‑law, Li Zihang and I bought you some tasty treats. All fresh imported fruit! It's my fault for not keeping my son in line, but rest assured we have already given that brat a good thrashing; he won't dare again! If he dares again, I'll skin him!"

Li Zihang also nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."

Song Huan Yan glanced at the three of them, her gaze mocking Qin Zi Mo, "First, we've already broken up, stop calling me. Second…"

Song Huan Yan extended two slender fingers, pinched the bag of crab roe buns, laughed mockingly, and when she released, the buns fell to the floor, "I don't eat this trash."

The food was thrown away, and Qin Zi Mo's complexion darkened.

Song Huan Yan took a tissue from the bag and leisurely wiped her hand, "We only eat the freshest ingredients flown in from the heavens; what are these pieces of trash? Could they possibly pass my palate?"

Remembering that she had once, for Qin Zi Mo, eaten so much "trash", it's truly disgusting.

"You!" Qin Zi Mo snapped.

Qin Jiao Jiao tried to speak, but Song Huan Yan turned her gaze to her, "I don't care for your trash either; just toss it in the garbage. Bought casually outside and you call it fresh import? How shameful."

After speaking, Song Huan Yan lifted her foot and walked away, the crisp click of her high heels ringing powerfully, almost arrogant.

Sang Wan and Tang Chenge followed.

Tang Chenge deliberately swaggered at Qin Zi Mo and the others, "Do you know how much the Song Family spends on monthly meals? It's far higher than that disgraceful engagement ring of yours."

After saying that, he also walked away arrogantly.

"Brother!" Qin Jiao Jiao's lips trembled with anger, voice suppressed, "Look at her! She looks down on people like this! I spent over a thousand on these fruits!"

"Shut up!" Qin Zi Mo scolded, "Still not ashamed enough! Get out quickly!"

There were many people in the company, and quite a few were watching!

Truly… my face is utterly ruined.