Chapter 372: Song Ziyè's Declaration

tion to many details, which was very rare for Ning Xia who was still new in this field before. Clearly, she had put in extraordinary efforts behind the scenes."You're awesome." Wang Zheng gave Ningxia...Chapter 372: Song Ziyè's Declaration

Song Ziyè invited me over

Wang Zheng was slightly startled.

Does she still want to see me

As if reading Wang Zheng’s thoughts, one of the twins said, "Actually, our boss has been waiting for you. It's already been an hour."

"Okay, thank you both very much." Wang Zheng said earnestly.

Following the two beautiful women to Song Ziyè’s office door, Wang Zheng was still in a state of confusion. The last time they shook hands all night long in the car, the two tacitly agreed not to contact each other afterwards. After all, if it weren’t for Song Ziyè's help that night, Wang Zheng would have had no chance of quietly escaping from the encirclement of the Song family’s security team on his own. In a sense, Wang Zheng harmed the Song family, while Song Ziyè saved him. This complicated relationship left even the shrewd Official Wang in a dilemma. Indeed, he owed this woman too much.

"Mr. Wang Zheng, our boss is inside." The twins exchanged glances with Wang Zheng and slightly nodded before bowing and leaving.

Wang Zheng placed his hand on the door handle, hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and stepped in.

Song Ziyè was standing by the window, dressed in pajamas, gazing at the night view outside. Her silhouette remained as alluring as ever, her figure still curvaceous, but Wang Zheng sensed an air of loneliness and desolation about her.

"Why are you still in your pajamas at the office" Wang Zheng asked, trying to sound casual.

"Because I'm not going back tonight," Song Ziyè turned around, her graceful figure more prominent, and it was obvious to Wang Zheng that she wasn't wearing any undergarments.

There are many women who don't need the support of lingerie yet still have stunning figures; no doubt about it, Song Ziyè is one such woman. Back then, the reputation of being a top beauty in the capital was well-deserved.

Currently, with her long hair loose and wearing thin pajamas, she lacked the sharpness of a businesswoman but exuded a gentle aura akin to that of a neighbor's girl. Wang Zheng was practically mesmerized by this unique charm.

Like Zhang Mingqi, Song Ziyè's office suite had all the basic amenities one would find in an upscale studio apartment.

"Why aren't you going back" Wang Zheng pointed to her office: "Sleeping here isn't good."

"Going there and coming back wastes a lot of time," Song Ziyè poured Wang Zheng a glass of water, her supple figure evident with every move. "Besides, there's no point in going home anyway. The garden is so large that it can be scary at night; I don't want anyone else to intrude."

Wang Zheng felt bitter as he recalled his actions back then. He had sneaked into the Song family estate under cover of darkness and knocked out Song Mingwei, leading to a fierce battle with Xiao Chenyu that left the entire Song household in chaos.

"Don't you hate me" Wang Zheng took the teacup from her hand; their fingers brushed against each other briefly before separating.

"Why should I hate you" Song Ziyè sat down gently, but her gaze was fixed on the night view outside: "I've thought this through carefully. If our positions were switched, my actions would likely be even more severe than yours; thus, I don't blame you."

Wang Zheng admits that he can't match Song Ziyè's level, and it is indeed very hard for a woman to achieve such heights.

"How is your father" After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zheng still asked the question.

In the past, Wang Zheng had drugged Song Mingwei, sending the heir of the Song family—Song Ziyè's father—to the hospital. More than half a year has passed since then, but Wang Zheng doesn't know how Song Mingwei is doing now.

"He woke up long ago, but my grandfather asked him to stay in the hospital for recuperation. Moreover, Uncle Two is handling household affairs very well and isn’t inferior to my father. Therefore, Grandfather wants to give Uncle Two a chance," after a pause, Song Ziyè continued: "After all, he was once Grandfather's most favored youngest son."

"It’s all my fault." Wang Zheng said apologetically.

"Don't say that." Song Ziyè tidied her loose hair and softly replied: "Actually, I don’t want Dad to be involved in these things anymore. Politics is the most dangerous thing in Huaxia; one can easily end up destroyed if they're not careful. I also want him to get out of it sooner rather than later. Uncle Two handling family affairs isn't necessarily a bad thing. In reality, even the ordinary people now understand that Uncle Two's previous carefree and unrestrained nature was just hiding his true abilities and biding his time. We should have realized earlier that someone who can establish the Song Media Group and make it the leading company in its industry couldn’t possibly be mediocre"

"Indeed, this is all due to Song Mingsheng’s cover-up." Wang Zheng recalled how this person had knelt before him; being able to bend but not break, enduring humiliation, such a person was indeed quite formidable. Of course, one must also remain vigilant.

Fortunately, under the leadership of Song Mingsheng, the Song family has started to discreetly distance themselves from the Su family. Although cooperation in many fields is still necessary, Song Mingsheng is injecting his own ideas into the transformation and development of the entire Song family business. If they were completely dependent on the Su family, what would happen if the Su family collapsed one day

The most critical point is that Song Mingsheng is very intelligent. He knows how terrifying Wang Zheng truly is; before he knelt, he had already fully understood this young man's true nature. Some people aren’t to be provoked, even if they come from a humble background.

"Actually, I just wanted to see you," Song Ziyè softly said: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes, I went to an island country and stayed there for more than half a year."

Song Ziyè held his cup and took a sip of water. Then he hugged his knees with one hand and curled his feet up on the sofa, revealing smooth calves. His eyes were lost in thought.

Wang Zheng smiled bitterly but didn't respond.

"Wang Zheng, if possible, I would rather return to those mountains in northwestern China where no one could interfere with our lives," Song Ziyè said softly, his voice tinged with a faint sense of melancholy. He then gave another bitter smile and added, "Who would have thought that two people who were once so close now feel like strangers"

"No, it's not about feeling strange; we're just being very cautious," Wang Zheng gently wrapped his arm around Song Ziyè. Looking at the stars outside as well, he said, "We both fear hurting each other."

"Yes, we should be glad that at least we haven't resorted to violence." Song Ziyè responded.

Wang Zheng smiled and said, "Sometimes fooling oneself isn't such a bad thing. There's a drug abroad called dremer which is a hallucinogen; after taking it, one can immerse themselves in pleasant fantasies, forgetting life’s pain."

"Have you used it"

"I have."

Looking at Wang Zheng, a hint of concern flashed across Song Ziyè's eyes. He looked into his eyes and said earnestly, "Although I know it might not be the right time to talk about this, I still feel compelled to say it."." Wang Zheng’s expression was very serious and determined.Zhang Xuan opened the door to his laboratory and said, "Why非要來這裡？As a biology PhD from MIT, Zhang Xuan had his own laboratory. Of course, thi...