Chapter 38: Add Nan Gong Yu

Ning Shuyue said, "Of course. My precious daughter is so outstanding, what could he possibly disagree about? He's already thirty‑one; not marrying would be absurd."

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan said, "Alright. You all, make the arrangements."

She still thought that after Nan Gong Yu saw her and Leng Jian Yue on a matchmaking that night, he wouldn't agree to a matchmaking with her again.

After all, someone as absolutely lofty as him… actually agreed?

She was somewhat surprised.

"Fine." Ning Shuyue was instantly delighted, "Then you all, want to add each other on WeChat and chat first? He won't be free until next weekend. You know, he's busy all day like a spinning top; for the past two years his main battlefield has been abroad, flying back and forth every day."

Ning Shuyue was most satisfied with Nan Gong Yu, so she spoke a bit more.

Song Huan Yan thought for a moment, "Alright. Could you give me his number?"

"Okay." Ning Shuyue cheerfully replied, "I'll send it to you in a moment."

She hung up the phone, and Song Huan Yan looked at Leng Jian Yue, "Mr. Leng, please continue."

Leng Jian Yue smiled, "Miss Song is quite busy. Preparing for another matchmaking? Who? Lord Nan Gong?"

Song Huan Yan said, "It's none of your business."

Leng Jian Yue pressed his tongue against the back of his tooth socket, handed the cigarette butt to his bodyguard, and said, "Huan Yan, you are a woman. No matter how strong or noble your family, you are still the weaker one. You need a man to rely on; otherwise many matters are hard to resolve when a woman has no man by her side, and she will only be bullied. I want to be your support. I am dominant, but if a man isn't dominant how can he stand tall and face the world? Do you just like a coward? Like your former phoenix boyfriend, who wanted money but had none, wanted power but had none, wanted ability but had none; when trouble arose he was only beaten to the ground, hiding behind you to complain. So disgraceful and eye‑catching."

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "A man's dominance is indeed a good thing, but a man's dominance should be outward."

Song Huan Yan gave a brief nod, but continued the sarcasm.

Leng Jian Yue, upon hearing that, was stunned and said nothing.

Song Huan Yan continued, "Let me give Mr. Leng two more sayings: beyond a person there is another person, beyond the heavens there is another heaven. Don't think that because the Song Family has only me as a daughter, I'm easy to bully."

Leng Jian Yue raised an eyebrow, "What? Want to marry Song Qicheng? That's an option, but Miss Song isn't afraid of being laughed at?"

Song Huan Yan, no matter how good her temper, could no longer hold back, and said directly, "Take care, I won't see you off."

Leng Jian Yue burst into a hearty laugh, seeming quite pleased, and said, "People say Miss Song is aloof and taciturn, yet internally graceful and gentle. It seems the rumors aren't true; I see Miss Song as a little wildcat, very interesting. I actually find myself liking Miss Song more and more."

Song Huan Yan: "...."

Song Huan Yan could no longer hold back, picked up the desk phone, "Are you leaving or not?"

Leng Jian Yue stood up, "Going. The little wildcat is angry."

Song Huan Yan was speechless.

Leng Jian Yue extended a finger and tapped her, "I, the young master, have set my sights on you."

Song Huan Yan almost gagged, "Is it that oily?"

But after walking a few steps, Leng Jian Yue halted, turned around, and smiled at her, "By the way, Miss Song, I forgot to tell you. Lord Nan Gong and my sister have a deep friendship, unfinished feelings. I think sooner or later they'll get back together, so I advise you to think carefully."

He stared straight at Song Huan Yan, seemingly trying to read a hint of panic, shock, or the like on her face.

But he was disappointed, only seeing Song Huan Yan's indifferent, unruffled expression, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Leng, for the advice."

Leng Jian Yue slowly raised an eyebrow, nodded, and turned to leave.

As soon as Leng Jian Yue left, Sang Wan and Tang Chenge stepped forward.

The two had come in together earlier, but they had been drinking tea in the leisure area and hadn't come to disturb.

Tang Chenge said, "Wow, is Leng Jian Yue this arrogant and domineering? I never thought so before; after all, he's the head of the Leng family, which seemed somewhat overbearing but still quite steady. How come he now acts like a street thug?"

Song Huan Yan shook her head, "I don't know. When you don't understand people you only see the surface; now that I understand…"

Song Huan Yan shrugged, "It's hard to explain in a word."

Anyway, she doesn't like it.

As the only daughter of the Song Family, she has known since childhood that she cannot be too weak; her temperament must be steady and restrained.

Because in the future the vast Song Clan may end up in her hands, she cannot become a naive, innocent, cute, lively little princess.

Therefore her husband absolutely cannot be this kind of domineering and overbearing, at least not towards her.

Previously, when she chose Qin Zi Mo, she had this consideration, but she didn't expect Qin Zi Mo to change his heart.

Tang Chenge said, "Yan Yan, it's right to refuse if you don't like it, but he won't keep harassing you like this, right?"

Sang Wan, who had been silent, finally spoke, "The Leng family in Kyoto isn't all‑powerful. Yan Yan, you still have me and Tang Bao. Originally the Leng family and your family were evenly matched; if he dares to act out, I will persuade my parents to side with the Song Family."

Tang Chenge immediately raised his hand, "Right, me too, Yan Yan, rest assured!"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded and smiled, "Thanks."

"But…" Sang Wan stroked his chin, "You really don't like this kind? I think it's fine."

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, "You really find him… interesting?"

Or perhaps Sang Wan just likes this kind?

"No." Sang Wan still denied.

Song Huan Yan didn't say much more; this matter, when brought up, is a bit awkward.

Even if Sang Wan truly is interested, with Leng Jian Yue openly pursuing her now, Sang Wan truly can't handle it.

At that moment, Tang Chenge slapped his head, "Almost forgot, Aunt Ning and Aunt Gu are close, so no matter what, if Leng Jian Yue goes rogue, the Nan Gong Clan will also help, right?"

Sang Wan said, "By the way, there's an important matter; didn't you hear Leng Jian Yue just now? He said with his own mouth that Nan Gong Yu and Leng Bai Wei have unfinished feelings."

Tang Chenge frowned, "This guy is making such a big show of pursuing Yan Yan; could it be that he's just helping his sister?"

Song Huan Yan said, "I'm having dinner with Nan Gong Yu next weekend."

Sang Wan and Tang Chenge widened their eyes, "Really going?"

Song Huan Yan nodded, "Face must be given."

The hospital side said Qin Zi Mo needs to be hospitalized.

Sang Wan tallied the losses, went personally to the company to find Leng Jian Yue, and obtained the compensation money.

In the following days, Song Huan Yan was constantly busy with company and her own team's affairs.

Leng Jian Yue was indeed odd; he came to her company every day bringing flowers, and even insisted on sitting in her office for a while.

Sometimes they stay silent and play on their phone, and sometimes they have to say a couple of harsh words, causing Song Huan Yan to be chased out of the office.

But they seem still quite delighted by it, utterly bored to the extreme.

It wasn't until Thursday after work, when returning home, that Ning Shuyue asked Song Huan Yan, "Yan Yan, how's your chat with Yi Han going?"

Song Huan Yan suddenly realized, she actually… forgot to add Nan Gong Yu.

Song Huan Yan felt a bit embarrassed and vaguely said, "It's okay, they're busy."

Ning Shuyue said, "If they're busy, you should say a few more words."

Song Huan Yan hurriedly finished the rice in the bowl, stood up, "Got it, Mom."

Back in the Bedroom, after washing up and tidying, Song Huan Yan lay on the bed before finally adding Nan Gong Yu on WeChat.

She thought for a while, still didn't know what verification info to say, so she simply used the simplest official line: "I am Song Huan Yan."

He's so busy, he might not reply right away…

Just as she thought that, the conversation list suddenly got a new avatar.

Nan Gong Yu's avatar is a little boy hugging a soccer ball, quite cute.

Compared to his personal image… the gap is huge.

Seeing this avatar, Song Huan Yan really couldn't see herself fitting it—could this be the man who almost controls the global economy?