Wen Ying was momentarily dazed, but she quickly regained her composure.
She didn’t care about being called “Miss Wen”; that wasn’t the purpose of her rebirth.
Zhong Yong’s address not only made Wen Ying aware of the gap between her and Xie Qian but also prompted her to reassess Xie Jinghu.
Xie Jinghu’s impulsiveness truly caught Wen Ying off guard.
She had thought that, scumbag though he was, Xie Jinghu might be a deeply calculating person. She had always imagined him as a cunning CEO, but a cunning CEO wouldn’t personally confront and beat someone, landing himself in a police station, just to ruin Editor Song from afar.
If Xie Jinghu were too cunning, Wen Ying would be afraid.
But Xie Jinghu being this impulsive and foolish scared her even more.
A pig could fly if it stood in the right wind, and Xie Jinghu’s success likely came from diving into business during the golden era of reform and opening up, with the opportunities of the time, his abilities, and his luck.
The Xie family’s background must have helped him to some extent.
Wen Ying wasn’t afraid of the wealth under Xie Jinghu’s name; she feared that such vast wealth was in the hands of an impulsive man, easily provoked by others to harm Xie Qian and Zou Weijun!
A rational adult would weigh the consequences before hurting someone with a weapon, but an arrogant fool would stab first and deal with the aftermath later!
…
Wen Ying was deeply worried, and the meeting between the Xie father and son was far from pleasant.
Xie Jinghu’s face was sour.
His unfilial son had come to mock him!
Seeing his father’s stern silence, Xie Qian genuinely wanted to laugh.
“I asked around, they said it depends on Editor Song agreeing to settle. You’ll apologise to Editor Song, right?”
Xie Jinghu dodged the question, instead pressing Xie Qian, “What Song Fuxiang did, you knew about it, didn’t you?”
“If you mean him writing love poems to pursue my mum, yes, I knew.”
It was too cringeworthy.
But given Song Fuxiang got the better of his dad today, Xie Qian felt he could forgive Song’s cringe.
Xie Jinghu sneered, “You call yourself a son!”
Xie Qian wasn’t angry at all.
Talking to someone like his dad, as long as you didn’t take his words as human, you wouldn’t get emotional.
“If you were a proper father, I’d be a proper son. At least when you got hauled to the police station for fighting, I came to see you, didn’t I?”
Xie Jinghu had only a statement book in front of him, which he grabbed and threw at Xie Qian.
“Get out!”
Xie Qian tilted his head, and the book flew past him.
“Or, shall I notify those two overseas to come see you?”
Veins bulged on Xie Jinghu’s forehead.
This rebellious son!
If his son and daughter abroad could return, they’d be far more devoted than this rebel. His son aside, even his daughter, Little Yue, was smart and filial, a hundred times better than this rebel… Why couldn’t they return? Wasn’t it because of this rebel?
Xie Jinghu took two deep breaths, calming slightly.
Xie Qian knew how to rile him, but he knew what Xie Qian cared about.
“I won’t divorce your mother.”
Xie Jinghu smirked, “Whether it’s Song Fuxiang, Li Fuxiang, or Wang Fuxiang, any man trying to get close to your mum is my enemy, Xie Jinghu. You can stop your little tricks. Your mum would never leave me. Once we reconcile as a couple soon, your actions now will just make you a petty villain!”
If Xie Jinghu was confident about anything, it wasn’t anything else but Zou Weijun’s feelings for him.
Thinking carefully, earlier this year, Zou Weijun used their joint savings to buy land in Modu, registered under Xie Qian’s name, probably to get his attention?
That would explain it.
Xie Qian was stunned by Xie Jinghu’s confidence.
But remembering that Zou Weijun had once tried to take her own life for this despicable man, Xie Qian couldn’t find words to refute.
A petty villain?
No matter how hard he tried to save her, would his mum still fling herself into his dad’s arms like a moth to a flame, despite his dad’s betrayal, his mistress, and his illegitimate children?
How could his mum endure such humiliation!
No matter how much you love someone, you shouldn’t lose yourself or become unrecognisable.
A shadow of gloom passed through Xie Qian’s eyes.
Just as Xie Jinghu was smug, an assistant entered.
“Mr. Xie…”
The assistant kept his head down, avoiding Xie Jinghu’s gaze.
Xie Jinghu frowned, “Speak, don’t stammer!”
The assistant glanced at Xie Qian, then steeled himself, “Song Fuxiang refuses to settle, he doesn’t even want the compensation, he, he wants you to apologise to him.”
Xie Jinghu’s shock was unmistakable.
“No compensation?”
“No, he doesn’t want it.”
The assistant didn’t dare look at Mr. Xie’s expression.
After the shock, Xie Jinghu was furious: Was Zhao Dong too useless, or was Song Fuxiang too foolish?
One couldn’t handle a small matter, the other didn’t even want money!
The gloom in Xie Qian’s eyes vanished.
On the way, Wen Ying had jokingly said Song Fuxiang might resist the lure of money.
And she was right, Song Fuxiang didn’t take the money!
Ha!
Xie Jinghu’s foolproof money tactics had failed against a middle-aged literary man!
Xie Qian couldn’t help but laugh, “Looks like you’ll be spending the night at the police station, quite a novel experience for you. No need to worry too much, I’ll mention this to the Jiang family. With Uncle Jiang mediating, Editor Song will surely ‘forgive’ you.”
If money couldn’t sway Song Fuxiang, wouldn’t his boss have to step in to persuade him?
Xie Qian didn’t wait for Xie Jinghu’s refusal and turned to leave.
He wasn’t being kind to save Xie Jinghu; letting Jiang Xuekun know would be its own torment for Xie Jinghu.
Xie Jinghu was still stuck at the police station partly due to Song Fuxiang’s stubbornness and partly because Xie Jinghu’s pride kept him from wanting others to know, so no one had come to curry favour and bail him out.
Xie Jinghu slammed his fist on the table, and the assistant, head down, hurried after Xie Qian.
“Young Master Xie, should we contact the Jiang family now?”
If they spoke up sooner, they could get Mr. Xie out of the station sooner.
Mr. Xie’s injuries needed a hospital check-up for peace of mind.
“Can you make decisions for my dad?”
Xie Qian countered, and the assistant shook his head vigorously.
“Then wait another night. My dad doesn’t seem to want too many people knowing about this. If Song Fuxiang changes his mind tonight, I won’t need to bother the Jiang family tomorrow, right?”
That made sense.
But, Young Master Xie, aren’t you just here to watch Mr. Xie’s downfall?
The assistant didn’t dare speak.
Mr. Xie’s pride came at a cost.
In front of Zhong Yong, the assistant might’ve suggested notifying Zou Weijun, but with Xie Qian, he didn’t dare make a sound.
Who knew why Mr. Xie trusted Zhao Dong? Since Zhao Dong latched onto Mr. Xie, he hadn’t accomplished anything worthwhile!
…
Xie Qian came out soon, as expected.
Wen Ying asked how it went, and Xie Qian pointed at the police station gate.
“Let’s talk outside. Right now, Song Fuxiang refuses to settle for money, I didn’t expect this guy to have such backbone.”
People are multifaceted.
Cringe and integrity seem like opposites, yet sometimes coexist, how strange.
Song Fuxiang’s reaction felt like a lesson for Xie Qian.
Wen Ying’s mouth gaped slightly: Song Fuxiang rejected Zhao Dong? So, did Zhao Dong not dangle the study-abroad bait to tempt Song Chan, or did he try and fail?
Xie Qian’s view of Song Fuxiang had shifted, and Wen Ying was starting to see Song Chan in a new light!
