Chapter 50: Leaning on His Shoulder

Leng Jian Yue looked at Qin Zi Mo, her expression very gloomy, and said, "Stop the endless chatter and sit down."

Qin Zi Mo frowned, "What are you after again? I've already said, Yan Yan and I are as close as gold!"

"Shut up!" Leng Jian Yue said displeased, "I don't want to beat you today, I just want to ask you something, so don't invite a beating yourself."

Qin Zi Mo dared not speak any further.

Qiao An squeezed over and sat beside Qin Zi Mo.

She had also heard that Qin Zi Mo had been beaten at the company before.

Before Leng Jian Yue could speak, Qiao An asked first, "Are you… Cold Chief, the authority of the Leng Family in Kyoto, Leng Jian Yue?"

Leng Jian Yue didn't recognize Qiao An; families like the Qiao Family can't even catch the eye of a Top-tier wealthy family.

Leng Jian Yue said, "Any questions?"

Qiao An paused, shook her head timidly, then turned her gaze to Qin Zi Mo and said, "Qin Yingdi, the Leng Family's strength is on par with the Song Family, also one of the top two Top-tier wealthy families."

She was telling Qin Zi Mo that the other side is not a harmless person you can provoke at will.

Being on par with the Song Family also means that even the Song Family must keep a respectful distance, giving each other a thin veneer of courtesy.

Sure enough, after hearing that, Qin Zi Mo's expression turned very sour.

If a Kyoto noble of equal strength to Song Huan Yan is courting Song Huan Yan, then what chance does he have to reconcile with Song Huan Yan?

The other party's wealth value outstrips his by dozens of streets; he has no advantage at all.

Leng Jian Yue lit a cigarette.

Qiao An seized the chance to add, "Moreover… the Cold Family's Eldest Daughter was married in alliance with Nan Gong Clan head Nan Gong Yu; the two spent some time together, so there should still be a deep bond."

She looked at Qin Zi Mo, her face showing difficulty, "Do you know Nan Gong Yu? He's a global… Top-tier billionaire."

Qin Zi Mo of course knew; he had even been beaten by Nan Gong Yu's bodyguard.

Qin Zi Mo's brows furrowed into a river-shaped line.

Qiao An meant to tell him that not only is he personally inferior to Leng Jian Yue, but his connections are far worse!

Leng Jian Yue took several drags, then stared at Qiao An and smiled, "At least you're somewhat clever."

Qiao An twitched her lips.

Qin Zi Mo looked at him, "What do you want to ask me?"

Leng Jian Yue toyed with the Cigarette Pack, casually yet extremely domineering, "You've been seeing Song Huan Yan for four or five years; to what extent?"

Qin Zi Mo hadn't expected such a question and was momentarily stunned.

What degree, what degree could there be?

Holding hands, hugging, kissing the forehead and cheek—just saying that makes him feel embarrassed!

If it weren't like that, could Qiao An have lured him?

Speaking of this, Qin Zi Mo was also incensed; as a man, this is undeniably proof of failure.

However....

He must reconcile with Song Huan Yan, otherwise how could he cross the social strata?

Qin Zi Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "We've been dating this long, and Cold Chief still can't guess the extent?"

When he said that, Leng Jian Yue's face instantly darkened to a terrifying shade.

Thinking of the beautiful, aloof goddess Song Huan Yan, who actually… submitted to such a Phoenix Man, made him want to kill Qin Zi Mo!

He stayed silent, took several hard drags, then suppressed his fury, saying, "Pretty capable, huh? You still damn well dare make me guess? Speak yourself! Explain clearly, in detail, or I don't mind beating you until you do!"

Leng Jian Yue truly was overbearing and tyrannical, and his already towering build gave him great intimidation.

Qin Zi Mo was quite scared, but Song Huan Yan was his only hope to transcend the class, and he would never give up even unto death!

So he said, "Yan Yan and I fell in love at university, both of us first loves, and we naturally did everything that should be done."

Hearing this, Leng Jian Yue erupted in fury, grabbed the ashtray, stood up and swung directly at Qin Zi Mo's head.

Qin Zi Mo's eyes widened in terror, instinctively raising his hand to shield his head and ducking backward.

Qiao An also screamed in fright.

Fortunately, Leng Jian Yue didn't land the blow, paused, and sat back down.

Qin Zi Mo trembled, "You care about this? Then why… still… pursue her? Besides, Yan Yan loves me! We… will reconcile; she's just throwing a tantrum at me right now."

Leng Jian Yue remained silent and lit another cigarette.

At this moment Qiao An said to Qin Zi Mo, "Song, President Song, didn't he also… hit a child for you?"

Qin Zi Mo was stunned, turning his gaze toward Qiao An.

Qiao An immediately fell silent, looking very frightened.

Leng Jian Yue slammed the lighter he was fiddling with onto the table with a click, staring at Qiao An, "Continue speaking!"

Qiao An stammered, "One time I went to the hospital, saw President Song there, in the gynecology department… looking, receiving treatment."

After speaking, she looked at Qin Zi Mo.

Qin Zi Mo could only nod, "Yes. He did hit a child."

Leng Jian Yue's face darkened to the extreme, and he suddenly stood up.

Qin Zi Mo, frightened, flinched again.

But he walked straight out.

When he left, the bodyguard also left, leaving the three stunned like wooden chickens.

After a moment, Qin Zi Mo looked at Qiao An, "What child did you mention?"

Qiao An said, "If I don't add a spark for you, how could I make him give up pursuing Song Huan Yan? If he doesn't give up, what does that have to do with you?"

Li Zihang stepped forward and sat down, "Miss Qiao is right; his conditions are hundreds of times better than yours. If he doesn't give up, you and President Song will find it hard to reconcile."

Qiao An nodded.

Qiao An can now be said to be hoping that Qin Zi Mo and Song Huan Yan reconcile.

Qin Zi Mo frowned, pondering, "That may be so, but if he were to confront Yan Yan…"

Qiao An said, "In a case like this, how does a grown man go after Song Huan Yan? He can only sort it out himself—either keep pursuing or give up. Yet the Leng Family and the Song Family are evenly matched, and Leng Jian Yue's worth isn't low; what kind of woman wouldn't be wanted? He couldn't possibly settle for a secondhand item that's already been aborted, so he'll give up!"

"Even if he confronts Song Huan Yan," Qiao An sneered, "with Song Huan Yan's inherently cold and proud nature, she would never deign to explain to him. Moreover, Song Huan Yan hasn't agreed to him; it's a one‑sided pursuit, so she certainly won't explain. Song Huan Yan only wants to be good with you; perhaps even if confronted, she'd simply admit it."

Qiao An's words made Qin Zi Mo's heart bloom; he nodded, "Mm."

Leng Jian Yue left the café, turned off his phone's recording, boarded the car with his bodyguard, and headed straight for the Song Family.

Song Huan Yan fell asleep in the car, and slept quite soundly.

By a careless tilt of her head, she fell onto Nan Gong Yu's shoulder.

Nan Gong Yu's hand that was tapping the Tablet screen paused.

Slightly turning, their cheek just brushed Song Huan Yan's head.

"Raise the air‑conditioner temperature a bit," he whispered to the driver Meng Zhangfeng.

"Yes." Meng Zhangfeng reached out and adjusted the air‑conditioner.

"Give me the coat." Nan Gong Yu extended his hand.

Meng Zhangfeng freed his hand and hurriedly handed the coat on the console to him.

Nan Gong Yu gently draped it over Song Huan Yan.

Meng Zhangfeng glanced at the rearview mirror.

Tsk, a talented man and a beautiful woman—a perfect match, pleasing to the eye.

Miss Song truly lives up to being Kyoto's Top Beauty; even while asleep she's so gorgeous she can leave one staring.

Lord Nan Gong… though still with a cold expression, exudes a strong sense of safety.

At that moment, the car took a slightly sharp turn.

The sleeping Song Huan Yan's head tilted to the other side…

Nan Gong Yu turned his gaze, reached out and shifted Song Huan Yan's head back onto his shoulder, telling Meng Zhangfeng, "Don't take the bend too sharply."

Meng Zhangfeng pursed his lips and smiled, "Got it, Lord Nan Gong."