Chapter 58: Do You Want My Life?

Originally Song Huan Yan intended to get up and leave first, but it suddenly became unsuitable.

When she left, Song Qicheng might still misunderstand that she was emotional.

Song Qicheng said, "Mom, it's nothing, it's just for work."

Song Huaiguo said, "Alright, the child has thoughts of a child; if there are any, I'll definitely bring them home for you to see. You both go to work quickly."

Song Huan Yan then stood up, "Dad, Mom, I'm leaving first."

Song Qicheng also stood, "Dad, Mom, I'm heading to the company as well."

Song Huan Yan's steps quickened a bit; Song Qicheng has always called them 'Dad, Mom.'

But hearing it now feels a little off; in any case, it's quite subtle.

So moving to Yu Yuan is the right choice.

Song Qicheng's stride was fast, and he quickly caught up with Song Huan Yan.

The two said nothing.

Near the parking lot, Song Qicheng finally spoke, his tone steady, "Yan Yan, big brother got drunk last night, sorry."

Song Huan Yan nodded, "I know, drink less next time."

"Okay." Song Qicheng replied.

Just as they reached the parking lot, Song Huan Yan got in the car, and Song Qicheng said, "Drive safely."

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "Hmm, you too."

Then they started the car and left.

When she left, Song Qicheng clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes; he must not interfere with Song Huan Yan.

As long as Song Huan Yan is happy… that's enough for him.

They had a blind date yesterday… and they ended up marrying right away?

Was it a shotgun marriage…?

Easy to imagine.

She must think Nan Gong Yu is a very good person; otherwise how could she instantly shotgun marry him?

Leng Jian Yue also failed.

So… how good is Nan Gong Yu really?

After Song Huan Yan drove away, the first thing she did was call Sang Wan, asking her to tell Qin Zi Mo to come to her office.

Qin Zi Mo was still on set today, but after Sang Wan's notice he could only return to the company.

Qiao An was also there, pulling him aside and whispering, "They're already settling scores with you? Did General Leng just turn around and go find her? I really didn't expect General Leng to be like this; I thought he was very composed!"

"Probably." Qin Zi Mo frowned, "She must have found out, right? Otherwise why call me so early?"

Qiao An, a bit flustered, said, "If we spread rumors and bad talk about her… will she turn hostile? She won't cancel the drama outright, will she?"

Qiao An was indeed scared, since she had personally lied that she saw Song Huan Yan in the gynecology department.

Qin Zi Mo said, "It's fine. It won't happen; Yan Yan loves me so much, how could she cancel the drama? She even wants to make us International Superstars! I'll go over first; I have my own way to coax her."

Qiao An nodded, "Then go quickly, coax her right away! The sooner you two make up, the better!"

Since seeing Leng Jian Yue's arrogant stance, Qiao An has become even more yearning for a top-tier wealthy family lifestyle.

She also wants that swagger, with money and connections, to do whatever she pleases.

Thus she looks forward even more to Qin Zi Mo quickly reconciling with Song Huan Yan, so she can share the glory.

As long as they make up, Qiao An isn't worried that she overstepped and causes Song Huan Yan to suddenly flare up and cut off their resources or something.

Hearing Qiao An say that, Qin Zi Mo's confidence surged; seeing no one nearby, he kissed her on the face, "Don't worry, babe, I'm prepared, I'm going."

Qin Zi Mo arrived at the office, and Song Huan Yan was still reviewing documents.

He approached with a flattering tone, "Yan Yan, you called me? Missing me?"

Song Huan Yan: "...."

So disgusting first thing in the morning.

Song Huan Yan slammed the documents onto the desk with a bang and asked directly, "Why did you tell those lies to Leng Jian Yue? And what's with Qiao An? She claimed she saw me in gynecology delivering a child for you? Ridiculous! How we are, you know better than anyone."

Song Huan Yan almost laughs when she says it.

Qin Zi Mo hurried, "Yan Yan, I'm only lying because it's for your good."

Song Huan Yan frowned, "Are you mentally ill? You're spreading rumors about me, yet claim it's for my good?"

Qin Zi Mo lowered his eyelids, looking aggrieved, "I'm saying all this to make up with you. It really is for your good. That so‑called General Leng is overbearing, like a madman, with a terrible temper! He almost hit my head with an ashtray!"

Song Huan Yan stared coldly, "Oh, why didn't it hit?"

Qin Zi Mo, angry, said earnestly, "Yan Yan, you can throw a fit at me, you can even try to smash me! But he definitely can't smash me. Don't pick a fight with me and end up provoking a man like that. He's a spoiled son from a wealthy family, very bad, with a black heart."

Song Huan Yan said nothing.

Qin Zi Mo thought she was swayed, and hurriedly added, "A man like that, even if you accept him, you'll certainly be unhappy; he's too overbearing!"

Song Huan Yan lifted her gaze, voice cold and indifferent, "What's it to you?"

Qin Zi Mo was stunned, instantly infuriated.

What made it worse was that he suddenly saw the ring on Song Huan Yan's hand.

It was a pigeon‑egg‑shaped diamond ring on her ring finger, looking quite pricey.

It dwarfed the engagement ring he had prepared by many streets.

Qin Zi Mo asked, "Yan Yan, what does this ring mean? Was it given by General Leng? Why wear it on your ring finger? What's your relationship? Did you promise him?"

At that point, Qin Zi Mo was extremely nervous, wondering if Song Huan Yan really didn't want him, what would he do?

Then how could he still manage the Song family, cross classes, and become a top figure?

Song Huan Yan glanced at the ring, looked up at him, and coldly said, "What does it have to do with you?"

These words ignited Qin Zi Mo's anger.

He really couldn't control himself.

He didn't even know what exactly he was angry about—perhaps he was annoyed that someone was pursuing Song Huan Yan, or perhaps his plan had fallen through.

Or perhaps his humble flattery was all an act, so he was always easily provoked, revealing his true nature.

"So you called me here today to question me? Or to brag that you're with that Leng now, and you don't want me?" Qin Zi Mo stared at Song Huan Yan in anger. "You made me come— is it to apologize for those lies, or something else?"

Song Huan Yan hadn't expected him to mistake the Ring as being given by Leng, but it didn't matter anymore.

She said, "Of course you should apologize to me; you defamed me like that, shouldn't you apologize? Qiao An, you should also come and properly apologize to me!"

Qin Zi Mo was seething, especially at the thought that if he couldn't make up with Song Huan Yan, he would be even more unable to control himself.

He couldn't help throwing a huge fit, "We've been dating for years, and you never let me touch you! You even hide your identity! Song Huan Yan, do you truly love me?"

Song Huan Yan frowned, not expecting him to start throwing a tantrum.

Seeing her stay silent, Qin Zi Mo grew even more furious, "For just a 'Happy Birthday' you want to break up with me, making me lose face so badly that the Engagement banquet is gone! I thought once you stopped sulking everything would be fine. I don't hold grudges; I pamper you, dote on you, cherish you, worship you—Song Huan Yan, is this how you treat me?"

He kept speaking, feeling aggrieved, even shedding tears, pointing at Song Huan Yan, "How long has that Leng been pursuing you, and you already agreed? You even put the Ring on! Where exactly have you placed me?"

The more he spoke, the more he actually cried, saying, "I lie, I just have to lie! We've been dating four or five years, and I've never even kissed you; I'm a man, Song Huan Yan!"

Facing his erratic, crying, and noisy outburst, Song Huan Yan simply watched him quietly and indifferently, with a cold undertone, as if watching a play.

Qin Zi Mo vented, "Four or five years, I'm not a monk! I dream of being with you! If another man asks me, what am I supposed to say? That I've never touched you?"

Song Huan Yan looked at his disgraceful behavior and finally couldn't hold back, "Are you done speaking?"

She remained so calm and composed; Qin Zi Mo was deeply stunned.

Indeed, how could he forget—she is exactly that aloof, indifferent type, unable even to argue.

Coming to his senses, Qin Zi Mo realized he hadn't controlled his temper and instantly felt deep regret.

It wasn't just regret over his outburst, but also because of Song Huan Yan's attitude....

"Yan Yan, I'm sorry, Yan Yan. I… I was wrong," Qin Zi Mo suddenly rushed to her, dropping to his knees.

Song Huan Yan was startled, left utterly speechless.

"Yan Yan, babe, I'm sorry, I really am. My anger and anxiety are only because I… I truly can't bear losing you; I love you, Yan Yan." Qin Zi Mo said, pulling a bank card from his pocket.

Song Huan Yan rolled her eyes and turned her face away.

Qin Zi Mo placed the bank card on the Office Desk with both hands, "This is all my money, Yan Yan, it's all on this card; I'm giving it all to you now."

His words made Song Huan Yan surprised; she glanced at him, "All?"

"Yes." Qin Zi Mo nodded. "Since I filmed my first movie, this is all my savings, not much, just around eighty to ninety million. The password is your birthday. Yan Yan, didn't you say I'm cheap at heart? Yes, I don't have that Leng's wealth, but I'm willing to give you everything; what's mine is yours."

Song Huan Yan picked up the bank card, looked at it, and said to him, "Fine, I'll take this card."

Qin Zi Mo's eyes widened instantly, his face showing surprise; he reached out to grab her hand, "Yan Yan, I knew you love me."

But he grasped at nothing; Song Huan Yan dodged, holding up the bank card, "This is what you should give me, because all this money was only earned thanks to me; that's called returning the property to its rightful owner."

Qin Zi Mo slightly frowned, but immediately said, "Yan Yan, whatever you say is what it is. Only I can dote on you, cherish you. How could those Aristocratic Family playboys possibly…"

"Not to mention kneeling for you," Qin Zi Mo's tone grew low, "That Leng looks like a hot‑tempered man; he'll surely become a domestic abuser. Yan Yan, you really shouldn't fall for his trap just to spite me!"

Song Huan Yan tossed the bank card into the Office Desk drawer, "This money is what you should give me. As for reconciling, it's never possible."

Qin Zi Mo was stunned, then erupted again.

He exploded, standing up outright, "What? What do you mean? I've given you all the money! Still not reconciling? What exactly do you want from me? My life?"

Hearing this, Song Huan Yan gave a cold laugh, glanced at him, "Fine, can you give it?"

"Don't go overboard. Tell me exactly what you want; how should I act to satisfy you, to reconcile with me, and to stop courting other men?" Qin Zi Mo said, his head spinning with anger.