Chapter 27: Do You Even Deserve to Make Up with Me?

Qiao An's words indeed made everyone else's faces turn extremely sullen; they were already displeased, now even more so.

Song Huan Yan glanced, coolly tossed her pen onto the conference table, "Miss Qiao, didn't you know I also graduated from a prestigious performing‑arts school and was a classmate of Qin Yingdi?"

Qiao An truly didn't know about this.

Before Song Huan Yan revealed her identity, she always thought Song Huan Yan was just the President's Assistant, and even basked in Qin Zi Mo's glory!

Not only Qiao An, but everyone else didn't know either.

Hearing Song Huan Yan say that left everyone dumbfounded.

So Song Huan Yan also majored in performing arts?

She's so beautiful, her family so rich; if she debuted, she'd definitely become a star!

But she was previously just an assistant…

A dignified Song Family Heiress, with a performing‑arts background, spent tens of billions to support her ex‑boyfriend, yet she herself is nothing.

Everyone simultaneously looked at Qin Zi Mo, already guessing.

Song Huan Yan made such a sacrifice—for whom?

Qin Zi Mo's face instantly flushed hotly, extremely embarrassed.

But fortunately no one said anything.

Song Huan Yan looked at him and said, "Moreover, my major score was first in the class, Qin Yingdi second."

Those words made Qin Zi Mo even more red‑faced.

"Is that so, Qin Yingdi?" Song Huan Yan asked coolly.

Qin Zi Mo, his face red, could only nod in acknowledgment, "Yes."

Everyone didn't know what to say; Song Huan Yan's contributions to Qin Zi Mo weren't just money, she also willingly hid herself for him.

Even before, the whole company thought it was Song Huan Yan who relied on Qin Zi Mo.

Now they realize it's completely the opposite!

Song Huan Yan turned her gaze, "Miss Qiao, any objections?"

For some reason, Qiao An inexplicably felt her face start to flush uncontrollably.

The film‑and‑television academy Qin Zi Mo graduated from is the best in the country, with the highest score requirements.

Song Huan Yan's major score was actually first in the class.

"No." Qiao An shook her head, suppressing the blush.

Song Huan Yan looked at everyone, "Meeting adjourned."

Back to the President's office.

Sang Wan asked, "Yan Bao, are you really decided to act in a drama?"

Song Huan Yan held the freshly ordered milk tea, "Mm."

Tang Chenge said, "Then I must be your personal director! After Qin Zi Mo's drama is finished, transfer me to your team."

"Mm." Song Huan Yan nodded, looking somewhat thoughtful.

Tang Chenge is a director prodigy, graduated from a prestigious school, with numerous awards making her hands numb.

No matter the script, she can make it flourish and achieve the best results.

Sang Wan laughed, "Then I'll just be Miss Song's assistant!"

Song Huan Yan looked at Sang Wan, "Now the President doesn't need you to stay, are you still willing to lower yourself here? And Tang Bao, are you as well?"

The Sang Family and Tang Family are both Aristocratic Families, not as prominent as the Song Family, but still respectable.

At that time she hired the two for Qin Zi Mo, funding came from her, and the company's profit was split into three parts, each person getting one.

This dividend wasn't actually much.

But now she decided to be the President herself, also to act; fame doesn't matter, nor whether the company can continue operating.

Yet with Sang Wan and Tang Chenge's abilities they could easily start their own venture, no need to stay for this share.

Sang Wan raised an eyebrow, "You want to go solo?"

Tang Chenge also laughed, "Disdain us?"

Song Huan Yan hurriedly said, "Afraid of wronging you."

Sang Wan shrugged, "It doesn't matter. Running a company from scratch still requires starting over; why is it better for the three of us to be together? This company has only been running for two years."

Tang Chenge also said, "Yeah, it's such a hassle. Whether we get the dividend or not, I'm fine either way. As long as we have something to do, we can just get by."

Sang Wan looked at Song Huan Yan, "One tree can't make a forest; the three of us are just right!"

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Fine. Since you're willing to play with me, then we'll play together. By the way, at the next Company Meeting I will restructure the company. Afterwards, all profits will go to you; you can use them to set up a venture‑capital firm dedicated to investing."

Sang Wan graduated in finance, absolutely professional in investment.

"Fine." Sang Wan raised her milk tea, "From now on we'll be Kyoto's little rich ladies!"

Tang Chenge sipped her milk tea, "But Yan Yan, didn't you decide on a Marriage Alliance? Acting would affect the alliance, right?"

Aristocratic Families generally treat celebrities as a pastime, rarely marrying them; even if they do, it's usually the second choice.

Song Huan Yan said, "It doesn't affect it. If the other side minds, then fine. Besides acting, I'm not interested in anything else; I always need something to do."

"So it's just a Marriage Alliance then?" Sang Wan asked.

Song Huan Yan nodded.

At that moment, a knock sounded, the office door opened, and the secretary stood in the doorway, "President Song, Qin Yingdi is looking for you."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, "Let him in."

Sang Wan whispered, "What does he want this time?"

Song Huan Yan said, "He wants reconciliation, what else."

Qin Zi Mo entered, stepped forward and looked at Song Huan Yan, "Yan Yan."

"Call me President Song." Song Huan Yan didn't even look up at him.

Qin Zi Mo was startled for a moment, then said, "President Song, I want to talk with you alone."

Sang Wan and Tang Chenge stood up and left.

After the two left, Qin Zi Mo knelt down directly.

Song Huan Yan sipped her milk tea, her mood indifferent, too lazy even to speak.

Seeing she stayed silent, Qin Zi Mo, eyes reddening, spoke first, "It's my fault. I only just realized how much you have done for me."

Song Huan Yan finally looked at him, "Where did you wrong me?"

Qin Zi Mo lowered his eyelids, "I didn't wish you a happy birthday; I thought we were both about to be engaged…"

Hearing this, Song Huan Yan felt utterly uninterested.

She still thought he could be magnanimous enough to admit his own filthy deeds.

Qin Zi Mo talked for a long while, but Song Huan Yan gave no reaction, just leisurely sipping her milk tea.

Finally Qin Zi Mo said, "Yan Yan, will you forgive me, can we make up? I swear with my life, I will treat you to the utmost from now on!"

Song Huan Yan indifferently pursed her lips, "I may believe there's a sliver of truth in what you say now, but how long is its shelf life? Don't you have any sense of the count in your heart?"

Qin Zi Mo choked briefly, hurriedly said, "It will definitely be for a lifetime! If I change my heart, you can deal with me as you wish! I really… miss you so much. Yan Yan, these past few days I've been in great pain, I don't want to be apart from you, can we make up? I'm begging you."

Qin Zi Mo was professional; whether it was the expression or the pain in his eyes, he handled it perfectly, even the rise and fall of his voice, the tremor, the anguish, the choking back tears were all just right.

He, after speaking, lifted his hand as if to take her.

That slow, trembling‑fingered hand, the indecisive desire yet restraint, was also well conveyed.

"Beg me?" Song Huan Yan indifferently arched an eyebrow, her gaze landing on his trembling hand.

Qin Zi Mo inexplicably didn't dare move.

Song Huan Yan suddenly lifted her foot, the tip of her shoe pressing directly onto Qin Zi Mo's chin.

She continued to look at him with that cold indifference, as if watching a pitiful ant.

Qin Zi Mo was deeply stunned; he had never imagined Song Huan Yan would make such a wild move!

Looking at her cold yet now bearing a few unprecedented wild, unruly traits, Qin Zi Mo was greatly shocked, his throat tightened and he managed to say, "Yes! I beg you! I really can't stand the torment of losing you."

Song Huan Yan's lips barely pursed, the tip of her shoe slid slowly from his chin down to his collarbone, then his chest.

Finally she stepped on his heart area, grinding, "Even you are worthy of reconciling with me?"

After speaking, Song Huan Yan gave a strong kick with her foot, sending the unguarded Qin Zi Mo sprawling onto the ground.