Chapter 46

This 1 million was like a silent slap on Qi Zhiwen's face, sarcastically mocking the 1 million check he "swaggered" to give yesterday.

Qi Zhiwen's mouth twitched unconsciously, squeezing out two dry "hehe"s, "1 million…… isn't it a bit too much?"

Su Ruoyun raised her eyebrows, "1 million is too much?"

Hearing this, he denied it, "No, not much, 1 million is 1 million."

As he spoke, he handed over the bank card.

Su Ruoyun took the bank card back, operated the computer skillfully, and recorded the cardholder's information one by one. A few minutes later, a black frosted card with the tea house logo was placed on the table, her voice cold and polite, "Your black gold card."

"Thank you, Boss Yun."

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun showed a fake smile, and three words were squeezed out from the corners of her lips, "You're welcome." After the words fell, the smile disappeared without a trace immediately.

Chen Zheyan, no matter how slow he was, saw that something was wrong. He pulled Qi Zhiwen's arm, pulled him to the corner, and lowered his voice: "You provoked the Boss Lady?"

"Hmm." Qi Zhiwen lowered his head nonchalantly, put the two cards back into his wallet, and responded lazily to him.

He leaned close with a face full of gossip and asked: "How did you provoke her?"

Qi Zhiwen raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Zheyan, secretly slandering in his heart: It wasn't because I listened to your ghost words that I caused this trouble.

He raised his hand and patted Chen Zheyan's shoulder heavily, causing Chen Zheyan a burst of pain.

Walking out of the tea house, Qi Zhiwen took a few steps down the steps, his gaze fell on Chen Zheyan walking beside him, who was holding a walnut crisp he had snatched from the front desk, eating with relish.

Knowing his personality, Qi Zhiwen still urged him more: "You should talk less about snatching people outside in the future, otherwise, the one who gets into trouble another day will be you."

Chen Zheyan was eating happily, and didn't know if he understood his meaning, so he responded casually.

……

When receiving He Jingrong's call, Su Ruoyun was eating lunch. Looking at the call that suddenly jumped out on the screen, her fingertips slid across to answer, "Hello."

"Zhuzi, are you free tonight?"

Su Ruoyun thought carefully, "Should be nothing, what's the matter?"

"Just want to invite you to dinner, then I'll send you the location."

"Good."

The dinner time was set for 6:30 in the evening.

Su Ruoyun and He Jingrong met in the parking lot and took the elevator to the restaurant together. The waiter waiting at the door asked the two softly if they had a reservation.

He Jingrong reported the private room number, and the waiter smiled, "Please this way."

Just before reaching the door, He Jingrong's footsteps gradually slowed down, subconsciously glancing at her vibrating phone. A message jumped out on the screen. She clicked into it, and after seeing the content, she froze in place.

Su Ruoyun walked forward leisurely for a few steps before discovering that He Jingrong had fallen behind: "Xiao Rong, what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing." He Jingrong took a deep breath, put away her phone neatly, and quickened her pace to catch up with Su Ruoyun.

After the waiter led the two to the door, he bowed slightly and turned to leave.

He Jingrong hesitated for a moment, but still pulled Su Ruoyun's arm uneasily, and told the truth: "Actually, the person treating today is my cousin and former cousin-in-law."

The relationship in the He family is not complicated. Su Ruoyun thought for a moment and had already found the corresponding people: Hezhiyun and Qi Zhiwen.

"At noon, my former brother-in-law called me, saying that my cousin wanted to invite you to dinner, but he was afraid you wouldn't come, so he didn't let me say it,"

"But just now my cousin sent me a message, and when I asked, I found out that she didn't want to invite you to dinner at all,"

"If you don't want to go in, shall we open another private room to eat?"

Su Ruoyun had a rough guess in her heart, "Since we are here, it's just a meal."

After speaking, she pulled He Jingrong's hand and pushed open the door of the private room. Confirming what she thought, Qi Zhiwen was sitting in the sofa area, his legs crossed, his expression leisurely smoking a cigar.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head, saw Su Ruoyun and He Jingrong, and stood up slowly.

"President Qi."

He Jingrong followed the normal way of calling: "Former cousin-in-law."

Qi Zhiwen was almost angered to vomit blood by this title. Before he could respond, the private room door was pushed open again.

Hezhiyun's breathing was rapid, looking like she had rushed over. She held a limited-edition designer bag tightly in her hand, her gaze swept coldly over Qi Zhiwen by the round table, then raised her hand and closed the door with a "Bang" sound.

At 6:20 in the evening, Qi Zhiwen sent her a message to invite her to dinner. Before she could refuse, the second message was sent, saying that he had invited He Jingrong and Su Ruoyun in her name. After she asked He Jingrong, she knew the ins and outs of this matter.

As she walked into the private room, Su Ruoyun and He Jingrong spoke in unison to greet.

"Sister/Sister Zhiyun."

Hezhiyun pulled the corners of her lips and nodded slightly.

Qi Zhiwen held a smile at the corners of his mouth, stepped forward, took the bag in Hezhiyun's hand, his tone intimate: "Wife, you are here."

Hezhiyun let go of her hand, let him grab the bag, glared at Qi Zhiwen, avoided the two people beside her, and asked in a low voice: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Qi Zhiwen didn't answer her, but raised his hand to hold Hezhiyun's hand, pulled her to the round table, and pulled out a chair for her, "Sit."

There were outsiders present, so Hezhiyun could only sit in the seat beside him.

After the waiter served the dishes, there was a moment of silence in the air.

"Actually, it can be considered a flood rushing into the Dragon King Temple……"

Su Ruoyun didn't care about He Jingrong and Hezhiyun beside her, raised her eyelids, looked at Qi Zhiwen standing opposite, and retorted directly: "Who is your family."

"You are Su Mingyan's sister, I was his middle school classmate, so it can be considered my sister, and you can be considered Zhiyun's sister, then you are even more my sister."

There were several bottles of whiskey scattered on the round table. Qi Zhiwen reached out and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table.

"To apologize to my sister, I'll finish this bottle!"

As soon as the words fell, he unscrewed the cap, didn't even blink, tilted his head, and drank the whole bottle in one gulp.

When the empty wine bottle was placed back on the table, Su Ruoyun glanced at the label on the wine bottle, Macallan—700ml, 40% vol.

All day long, the things Qi Zhiwen did clearly showed enough sincerity for an apology.

"……President Qi's apology I have received, this matter is over."

As she spoke, Su Ruoyun raised the wine glass in her hand and signaled to him from afar.

……

The dinner ended at eight in the evening. The four people finished the meal with different thoughts. Su Ruoyun and He Jingrong left early, and the private room was left with only this ex-wife and ex-husband.

Qi Zhiwen looked at the backs of He Jingrong and Su Ruoyun leaving. After the private room door closed, he suddenly asked: "Did you tell Jingrong about our divorce?"

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