Despite Deng Shangwei’s persuasion, Wen Ying refused to back down.
But she agreed to stay calm and avoid new conflicts with Manager Chen.
In 2005, Labour Day was still a joyful seven-day holiday, not the later three-day version.
On May 1st, Wen Ying’s family of three visited Chen Li’s new house.
On May 2nd, Chen Ru, ever efficient, contacted the renovation contractor, scheduling work to start after the holiday.
On the 3rd, Xie Qian called Wen Ying with astonishing news.
“Song Chan’s dad is pursuing my mum.”
Xie Qian’s jade-like face flushed as he said this.
The teenager wasn’t shy—he was angry.
He didn’t know Song Foxiang had fallen for Zou Weijun at first sight. He thought Song Foxiang was arranged by Xie Jinghu, who, while guarding against Zhao Dong’s schemes, had enlisted Song Foxiang… Xie Jinghu was despicable, cheating during marriage and now trying to drag his mum into the same mistake?
Wen Ying was stunned.
“Song Chan’s dad, pursuing Auntie Zou? Didn’t Auntie Zou reject his commission last time?”
“Exactly, she rejected it.”
That’s why Xie Qian was upset.
Zou Weijun had refused to work with Song Foxiang, yet he was now invading her personal life.
Song Foxiang wrote love poems to Zou Weijun!
Zou Weijun seemed oblivious. The poem, written on letter paper, was tucked into her bag, accidentally brought home. When Xie Qian saw it, he was furious.
It wasn’t that he thought his mum didn’t deserve suitors.
But this suitor shouldn’t be linked to Zhao Dong!
Song Foxiang was like Zhao Dong’s lackey, and Zhao Dong was Xie Jinghu’s lackey. How could such a man pursue his mum?
Xie Qian suspected the Shanghai land deal had irked Xie Jinghu, prompting thoughts of divorce to protect his assets. As the guilty party, Xie Jinghu would lose more to his mum, so he was trying to drag her down too…
“Stop, stop, enough conspiracy theories.”
Wen Ying carefully examined the letter Xie Qian showed her, reading Song Foxiang’s love poem several times.
She couldn’t judge the poem’s quality objectively, but honestly, Song Foxiang’s poem was heartfelt.
Even if it was just a means to pursue Zou Weijun, it showed effort.
As for how they knew Song Foxiang wrote it, his name was boldly signed at the end!
The man was greasy but upfront.
Wen Ying felt she had more say in matters of the heart than Xie Qian, shaking the oily letter, “I think it might just be Song Chan’s dad pursuing Auntie Zou on his own. Don’t look at me like that—doesn’t Auntie Zou deserve to be pursued?”
Zou Weijun’s features weren’t striking, but her charisma made her a beauty!
Even with a husband or boyfriend, such a woman could attract attention, let alone Zou Weijun, who went about alone, likely not mentioning Xie Jinghu at work, making it easy to mistake her for single.
In fact, Wen Ying found it odd that Xie Qian only now discovered the poem.
—Song Foxiang shouldn’t be the first to chase her!
Wen Ying shared her analysis, and Xie Qian’s expression turned strange.
It was rare for Wen Ying to one-up Xie Qian.
In studies, Xie Qian was unmatched. In business, he might’ve started clueless, but his learning ability was sharp, often outthinking Wen Ying with fresh ideas.
The near-omniscient Xie Qian had a flaw.
He was too young, inexperienced in love, so Wen Ying took the lead here.
Seizing the chance to “teach” Xie Qian, Wen Ying didn’t hold back, “Auntie Zou won’t agree anyway. Let Editor Song pursue her if he wants. Don’t you think more suitors could boost her confidence?”
Even if their qualities didn’t match Xie Jinghu’s, Zou Weijun should know she’s not short of admirers.
If Xie Jinghu didn’t appreciate her, others did.
If he hurt her, someone else was crafting poems to win her smile!
Wen Ying’s angle did make Xie Qian feel some relief.
But Xie Qian wasn’t easily led. As Wen Ying listed benefits one, two, three, he cut in, “Where’d you learn these theories?”
He hadn’t taught her!
Wen Ying nearly choked on her saliva.
Did this need learning?
By thirty, anyone would know what’s what!
Wen Ying gave a dry laugh, “It’s how they show it on TV.”
—Don’t ask which show. One lie needs countless more to cover, and that’s exhausting.
Xie Qian wasn’t satisfied, but Wen Ying’s stubborn look meant he couldn’t pry the truth.
Her reasoning made sense.
Song Foxiang pursuing his mum might just be a man chasing a woman?
Xie Qian hadn’t considered morality yet. Knowing Song Foxiang ghostwrote Zhao Dong’s autobiography, he knew a bit about him.
Song Foxiang was famous in his youth.
In the ‘80s, talent trumped money, making Song Foxiang very popular.
His marriage to his ex-wife lasted three years; she couldn’t handle his charm and left when Song Chan was two.
Single again, Song Foxiang went wild.
He probably couldn’t count how many girlfriends he’d had over the years.
Such a man pursuing Zou Weijun, even if sincere, had a fragile sincerity.
Xie Qian was still uneasy.
When Wen Ying asked what to do with the poem, he said to burn it.
Only then did Wen Ying see Xie Qian’s youthful naivety—little brother, burning the poem does nothing. It’s not like you’re burning Song Foxiang; he can write another!
This time, even Wen Ying was wrong.
After the poem was burned, Song Foxiang didn’t write another. Instead, he confronted Zou Weijun, asking for her thoughts.
He’d written her a poem, had it slipped into her bag, and she must’ve seen it at home.
What was her feedback?
During the Labour Day holiday, Zou Weijun worked overtime at the office to rush the second science book. With few people around, Songս
System: Song Foxiang asked her to critique his poem, and Zou Weijun was utterly confused.
Song Foxiang, seeing her bewildered look, was slightly annoyed: “Xiao Zou, we’re both adults. Don’t play dumb. I’ve been fond of you since our first meeting. My poem expresses my feelings—how could you ignore my heart!”
Zou Weijun: She understood each word separately, but together, they made no sense.
