Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 179: A Beautiful Gold-Digger Who Wants to Cling to the Rich and Powerful (1)

"Since she has already said she wants to break up, please stop bothering her, Mr. Song."

Liang Heyu frowned, his eyes showing dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Song Juyuan's eyes were cold. After a sneer, he punched Liang Heyu in the face.

The opponent's blow was very heavy, and Liang Heyu didn't react in time, and was hit hard. Then he returned the punch and the two of them started to wrestle.

"Who do you think you are? I've been with her for two years! We just had a fight! You can't break up without my consent!"

Song Juyuan, who had always been gentle and peaceful, acted like a madman, his eyes were bloodshot, and he did not hold back at all.

Liang Heyu, who has always relied on his mouth to argue, has also achieved his fitness results in vain. He pressed Song Juyuan against the wall, and his exposed forearm muscles were strong and powerful.

"People need dignity and trees need bark. Doctor Song, you should read some laws and stop testing the law too much." Liang Heyu said in a frosty tone.

Song Juyuan sneered: "I bought this apartment for her, why can't I come here to squat with her?"

Liang Heyu looked at Jingyu and saw her shrug and nod, "Yes, breakup fee."

Song Juyuan: "Lawyer Liang, did you hear that? Whether you're a person or a lawyer, you still have some moral bottom line, right? Whatever happens between her and me is between the two of us. I advise you to refrain from trying to steal her away."

Jingyu leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and said lazily as if watching a play, "Huh? Stop, I'm single now, Liang Lu doesn't count as stealing my girlfriend."

Song Juyuan's expression was cold.

The two of them were in a stalemate and looked at Jingyu together.

"Whose side are you helping?"

Song Juyuan pushed Liang Heyu away, straightened the wrinkles of his suit, and said calmly, "No need to say more. When we broke up, it was because of marriage."

He looked at Jingyu with a sparkling gaze: "Xiaoyu, I'm not talking nonsense. Haven't you always wanted to get married? After your birthday, we'll get married."

Liang Heyu felt a chill run down his spine when he heard this, and looked at Jingyu without saying a word.

Jingyu smiled: "I do want to get married, but the person I want to marry doesn't have to be you."

Song Juyuan's face changed and his eyes were fixed on Jingyu.

Liang Heyu's mood turned from gloomy to sunny.

Jing Yu said calmly, "Song Juyuan, a gentleman's word is as good as gold. You said at the time that the person you would marry would never be me."

Song Juyuan quickly said, "I was just saying that in anger! Xiaoyu, you are still angry with me."

Jingyu said: "I'm not angry, I don't care who you marry, we have no relationship anymore."

Her tone and expression didn't sound like she was angry, but rather like she had really let it go.

Song Juyuan's heart seemed to fall into an abyss swallowed by darkness.

Clearly, four months ago, she told him that she loved him.

But now her face was filled with calmness and composure, and she even looked at him with a hint of anticipation.

He refused to accept the reality. With red eyes, he stepped forward to hold Jingyu's hand, but was pulled away by Liang Heyu.

Jingyu said, "Go ahead, but don't forget to take the things you left behind with you before you leave." She kicked the cigarette butt under her feet.

"I won't leave." Song Juyuan's brows were filled with gloom, "I won't leave."

Jingyu shrugged, "Whatever you want."

After saying that, she opened the door of the apartment and turned back to Liang Heyu and said, "Goodbye, Lawyer Liang."

Liang Heyu nodded, and when he saw the door closed, he slowly withdrew his gaze and walked to the elevator door.

The smoke of gunpowder still fills the air.

Song Juyuan looked at him coldly: "Stay away from her."

Liang Heyu had a blank expression on his face: "I'll return this to you."

"I can marry her." Song Juyuan said to Liang Heyu, and as if he was talking to himself: "We will get married in the future, you'd better give up this idea as soon as possible."

Liang Heyu put his hands in his suit pockets, his jaw tense, but his face remained calm as he said, "Everyone can brag. Besides, she just rejected you."

Song Juyuan sneered: "We have been together for two years, do you think you can get her with just these two months?"

"Which one gets the flower depends on their own ability."

Liang Heyu said this as the elevator arrived and he walked in as soon as the door opened.

After the people left, the corridor returned to quiet. Song Juyuan knew that Jingyu would not open the door even if he rang the doorbell.

After a long time, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it between his fingertips, lit it with a lighter, and watched the smoke float into the air and then dissipate.

Although he seemed to be in a state of distraction, he was actually secretly thinking about how to make Jingyu change his mind.

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The next morning, Jingyu opened the door and prepared to go back to school for class, but found that the door of the neighbor next door was pushed open and Song Juyuan appeared in front of her.

Jingyu looked at him indifferently.

Why is this person like a dog-skin plaster? He is even more difficult to deal with than Zhong Yang.

Song Juyuan acted as if nothing had happened yesterday, with the same gentle and peaceful smile on his face as before.

"Going to class?"

"Go to the grave."

"..."

Song Juyuan was helpless: "Xiaoyu, you don't have to be so hostile to me."

"You're overthinking it. I'm just hostile to Mondays."

The elevator arrived, Jingyu walked in, and Song Juyuan followed closely behind.

"Xiaoyu, what I said yesterday was all true." Song Juyuan looked down at the girl's upturned nose and eyelashes, his heart pounding.

"My refusal yesterday was also true," Jingyu said.

Song Juyuan said with a wronged tone: "Why? Xiaoyu, don't you love me anymore? All the things you said before about loving me were fake?"

Jingyu glanced at him and said, "It's true that I loved you before, and it's also true that I don't love you now."

Song Juyuan's heart was broken into pieces. He asked, "Why?"

why?

You're no longer in love after less than four months?

Does love disappear so easily?

Jingyu said: "There are not so many whys in this world."

The elevator reached the second floor below ground level, and Jingyu walked out as soon as the door opened.

Song Juyuan chased after her and grabbed Jingyu's arm: "But I love you!"

"I love you, Kyōgyū."

There was an unprecedented sincerity on Song Juyuan's face.

The cold family atmosphere made him have a warm-hearted but cold-hearted personality. Most people mistakenly believed that he was a gentle, kind and modest gentleman, but only he knew what kind of person he was.

Falling in love with Jingyu was an unexpected accident that he had not planned.

He was supposed to seize the inheritance rights of the Song family step by step as planned, and he would marry a woman he did not love in order to consolidate his power.

But Jingyu happened to be an unexpected part of the plan.

For Jingyu, he even advanced the process and did not hesitate to attack Old Master Song. He used all kinds of dirty tricks to sit in that position and control 95% of the economic power of the Song family.

Now he can marry whoever he wants without having to worry about what anyone thinks.

Song Juyuan held Jingyu tightly in his hands, forcing her to look at him, with only him in her eyes.

He muttered to himself as if he was crazy.

"I love you."

"I only love you! I love you the most!"

Song Juyuan endured and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't love me anymore, I will use a hundred ways to make you change your mind."

"Marry me, okay? As long as you are willing to marry me, I will do anything you ask me to do."

Jingyu smiled, it was like a spring breeze coming suddenly overnight.

I only heard her say, "As long as I marry you, are you willing to do anything?"

Song Juyuan nodded seriously, his eyes red with emotion, his inky pupils staring at her intently.

"Okay, I promise."

Her eyes were sharp and their gazes met.

"The premise is that you give me the position of the person in charge of the Song Group."