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Of course, this had nothing to do with Song Qingchun but everything to do with Su Zhinian. Regardless, this was the common practice among the rich and famous; Song Qingchun smiled a business smile that managed to be faker than Mrs. Huang’s. "I’m really appreciative of Mrs. Huang’s kindness. If there’s an opportunity in the future, I have to treat Mrs. Huang to repay you for this favor."

"Miss Song is being too kind..."

...

After a bit more socialization, Song Qingchun and Mrs. Huang parted. The latter got into her BMW and left with the two bodyguards. The crowd started to disperse because the show was over.

Song Qingchun lowered her head to look at a pale-faced Tang Nuan curled up on the floor. Her lips moved, aiming to ask if she was okay, but she didn’t feel it was necessary when the words reached her mouth. Therefore, without waiting for a word of thank you from Tang Nuan, Song Qingchun turned to walk toward the taxi that was still waiting for her.

Before she got on the car, she turned around to glance at Tang Nuan, who struggled to stand up several times but failed. She sighed softly before opening her purse to pull out a thick stacks of bills. She placed it before the taxi driver and said, "I’m sorry, sir, but can I ask you for a favor? You see that lady over there? Can you please drive her to the hospital? I believe she might be about to miscarry, if she hasn’t already."

The taxi driver looked at the stack of bills, and after a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. He pushed open the car door and walked toward Tang Nuan.

Song Qingchun walked around this taxi to hail another one. She got in and left the scene. Song Qingchun didn’t turn around again so didn’t notice that Tang Nuan was looking at her with a cocktail of emotions in her eyes.

...

When Song Qingchun called him, Su Zhinian had been in the middle of a meeting. He waited until the Sales manager finish the section of his report before he stood up with a "sorry" and walked out of the meeting room to find a quiet place to answer Song Qingchun’s call.

...

Zhinian...

Su Zhinian, who did not notice his phone had fallen out of his hands, had his lips curved into a smile, looking out at the world through the window.

Zhinian...

Su Zhinian reminisced about the way his name rolled off Song Qingchun’s lips, and his lips went even higher—even his eyes had begun to smile.

Zhinian...

Su Zhinian didn’t think he could ever get tired of hearing that word repeating itself inside his head. Eventually, he couldn’t help himself from laughing out loud. After a slight pause as if surprised that he would catch himself laugh, Su Zhinian felt another laughing fit coming. However, before the laughs could escape his throat, he heard Cheng Qingchong’s voice behind him. "CEO Su."

Su Zhinian immediately removed the smile from his face to maintain his professional image. He raised his hands to fake a cough to actually shield his smile from view. Suppressing the glorious happiness in his heart, he replied with an aloof "hmm". The second after that, he found himself unable to control his lips from curving upwards once more.