Chapter 143
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When Song Qingchun arrived at Golden Corner, it was already 8: 10 pm.
The room was booked by Su Zhinian's secretary, and he had sent her a message that morning to give her the room number.
Song Qingchun had not been to Golden Corner for three months, so when she stepped into the lobby, she almost thought she had come to the wrong place.
"Jinling" had been renovated. In the past, it was already so magnificent that it made people speechless. Now, it was even more luxurious.
Song Qingchun gave the front desk the room number, and the waiter politely led her up to the second floor.
The name of the room that Su Zhinian had booked was especially elegant. It was called Peony Pavilion, and as if to compliment the name, there were two pots of real peonies placed at the door. To be able to bloom so beautifully in winter, Golden Corner must have spent a lot of money.
The waiter led Song Qingchun to the door and left. Song Qingchun pushed the door open and walked in. Su Zhinian was sitting on the carved wooden chair in a white shirt, and he was talking on the phone.
Song Qingchun closed the door and looked around the room before walking to the dining table.
The heater in the room was quite high. Song Qingchun's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat every minute she was in the room. She removed her jacket and moved the wooden chair across from Su Zhinian with much difficulty before sitting down.
Su Zhinian had been there for a while, and the tea on the table had already lost its heat.
When she sat down, he turned his head sideways and glanced at her. Then he continued talking on the phone, using a bunch of business jargon.
Actually, when she was in university, Song Menghwa wanted her to study business management so that she could join Song Empire after graduation to help Song Cheng. However, she really had no interest in that kind of thing. Whenever she heard things like percentage or profit, her head would start to swell.
Thankfully, even though Su Zhinian's voice was cold, it was pleasing to the ear.
Song Qingchun listened to him quietly for a while before turning her head to look out the window.
The lights in the room were too bright, and the window had turned into a mirror. From there, Song Qingchun could see Su Zhinian's expression clearly.
His eyebrows were delicate, and his nose was tall and straight. His short hair was combed up with wax, revealing his thick forehead. The yellow light in the room had a gentle effect, and when it shone on his body, he looked like a painting that had been retouched in the later stages.
Thankfully, he didn't enter the entertainment industry, or else those little fresh meats would be crying in the toilet by now … Just as Song Qingchun was lost in her thoughts, Su Zhinian suddenly reached out with his long fingers to knock on the table before her.
When Song Qingchun came back to her senses, she saw Su Zhinian push the menu toward her with one hand. He knocked on it again, signaling for her to see what she wanted to eat first. Then, he moved his gaze away and continued to answer his phone, treating her like she was not there.
The 7 pm dinner was pushed back to 8 pm. Song Qingchun was really hungry. She flipped open the menu to look for her favorite dish, and when she saw the price, she almost cursed out loud.
You can't play with me like this. If you want to renovate, then renovate. Why do you have to raise the prices of the dishes by 30%?
Song Qingchun touched her wallet surreptitiously before closing the menu.
She decided not to order; she would eat whatever Su Zhinian ordered. After all, one person ordering was better than two people ordering at the same time, right? She would save as much as she could …
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