As the end of the year approached, Song Haiping became very busy. He had some connections in the city, so he needed to travel around.
As usual, Song Haiping treated a few of his friends to dinner. When he was preparing for his next stop, he saw a familiar face in the hall as soon as he walked out of the private room.
Song Haiping was a poor boy when he was young. The reason why he was able to become rich so quickly was not only because of his ex-wife's sharp eyes, but also because of his ability. He was very good at socializing. In his ex-wife's words, he was good at talking to people and talking to ghosts. Although he was almost 50 years old, he was very confident in his memory. Even though they had only met once, he could recognize that the man was the driver of the Xie family's young master.
"Hello, do you still remember me?" Song Haiping took the initiative to approach him. He had a keen sense of smell and could smell the cigarette smell on the man. He decisively handed him a cigarette. "My child ran onto the road mischievously and almost caused you trouble. After that, I've been thinking about whether your car had any problems."
When Song Haiping received Xie Heng's business card, he was still a little dazed. During this period of time, he had thought about contacting this young master, but on second thought, with the Xie family's status in Beijing, there were many people who wanted to climb up the social ladder. This young master had just been discharged from the hospital after narrowly escaping death. He could not understand his temperament and mood, so he could only bide his time.
He had never expected to see Xie Heng's driver in the city!
The driver, Sun Qiming, only remembered when he heard what Song Haiping said. After all, it had been a few months since the incident. He took the cigarette and smiled. "You're too kind. The car is fine."
"I just arrived in Beijing and didn't know many people. I only realized it was Mr. Xie when I was talking to my friend the other day." Song Haiping looked around for a while. "Is Mr. Xie also here?"
Sun Qiming had been working for Xie Heng for several years.
In the past, he still dared to fish in troubled waters. His boss was gentle and easy to talk to. Occasionally, he would reveal his whereabouts to others for rewards, such as the daughter of a rich family. But now, it was different. He could feel that after that incident, his boss's temperament had not changed drastically, but he was beginning to be unfathomable. The benefits of being his boss's chauffeur were extraordinary, and he didn't want to lose this job. Therefore, even if Madam Xie asked, he wouldn't easily reveal his boss's whereabouts, let alone a stranger.
"No." Sun Qiming's tone was perfunctory. "I still have something to do."
This meant that he was leaving.
Song Haiping did not expect Xie Heng's driver to be so tight-lipped.
Although he wanted to find out more, the driver was already acting like this. He was also considered a reputable person in the city. He really couldn't bring himself to smile and smile apologetically to the driver.
However, if he could see Xie Heng's driver in the city, then it was very likely that Xie Heng was here.
He had to find someone to investigate. Next year, he was going to focus on developing his career in Beijing. Beijing was deep. If he could get on board with a big ship like Xie Heng, even if it was just a little relationship, then his life in Beijing would be much smoother.
***
The first snow this year came relatively early. In previous years, it had come after New Year's Day, but this time, it was on Christmas Eve.
However, because of this snow, the Christmas atmosphere was even stronger.
Song Yuan knew her limits. She had only gotten her driver's license when she was in university, and she hadn't been on the road for long. Not to mention a snowy day, she didn't even dare to drive on a stormy day. It started snowing in the early hours of this morning. Although the ground wasn't white when she woke up in the morning, Song Yuan still changed her mind. She didn't plan to drive for the time being. Although there was no direct subway from her place to her uncle's company, there was a direct bus, so it was still very convenient for her to go to work and travel.
Rong Ting ran to the balcony in his fluffy pajamas. Looking at the snow outside, he couldn't help but sigh. "Timely snow promises a bumper harvest!"
There was heating at home and in the company, so Song Yuan didn't dare to develop into a beautiful and frosty person. She obediently put on a down jacket, hat, and gloves, and then prepared to go out.
"Gugu, I'm going to work." Song Yuan stood at the entrance. "It's snowing today, so Auntie may come over later. If you're hungry, go make yourself a glass of milk to fill your stomach."
During this period of time, Song Haiping and Chen Linjing were busy with social activities. They basically didn't have time to take care of Rong Ting. Fortunately, the Auntie they hired was kind and honest, and her cooking skills were good. This made Song Yuan feel very relieved.
Of course, Rong Ting was also very worrisome. He now had the potential to be an otaku, so it didn't matter if he didn't go out for a day. As long as he was given a brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and a few books, and if there were some snacks to support him, he would be very happy and satisfied.
"Okay." Rong Ting trotted over. "Mother, be careful when you go out today."
Song Yuan looked at Rong Ting and thought, if only Gugu was a girl. If it was a girl, then they could kiss and hug each other. Unfortunately, Gugu always said that "the son is old enough to avoid the mother". He could only accept holding hands, unless he was very happy. As for kissing … he hadn't done so yet, and probably wouldn't do so in the future.
After going out, Song Yuan walked out of the neighborhood with an umbrella.
It was really cold today, but fortunately, she wore enough clothes. Perhaps it was because of the snow, she found that the bus stop, which usually didn't have many people, was almost full of people today.
The bus she took arrived, and she barely managed to catch it by trotting. She swiped her bus card and walked to the middle.
"Please sit here." A man in a coat took the initiative to stand up among a few young people who were pretending to be asleep and gave his seat to the old man.
The man's hair color was really too eye-catching. Song Yuan recognized at a glance that he was the handsome man who had taken the initiative to help her after she met him at the bakery.
Obviously, she didn't have a common face. The handsome man also recognized her at a glance. After a flash of astonishment, he smiled at her.
The two of them walked to stand together. The bus was also moving smoothly. The road was icy, so the driver didn't dare to drive too fast. The passengers also didn't dare to urge or complain.
"Why didn't you drive today?" Yung Heng asked gently.
Song Yuan grabbed the pull tab of the bus. She usually didn't like to chat with strangers, but there were exceptions. For example, the handsome man beside her shouldn't be considered a stranger. After all, he had helped her once. Moreover, he was so handsome that he simply grew on her aesthetic point.
"It's snowing and slippery, and my driving skills aren't very good. I don't dare to drive on a day like this." Song Yuan's eyes curved when she smiled, and there was a pair of shallow dimples on her face.
"What about you?" Song Yuan paused and then asked him again.
Yung Heng was the kind of handsome man who was clean and upright. His facial features were regular, and when he smiled, he looked very gentle. It didn't contradict with his strong and restrained aura.
"Me?" Yung Heng laughed and looked at Song Yuan. "Like you, it's snowing and slippery. For safety's sake, it's better to take the bus."
"I don't know how long this snow will last. According to the weather forecast, it won't be clear until after Christmas."
The two of them chatted casually. Yung Heng wasn't very talkative, and Song Yuan was the same, but it was very strange that the two of them could chat very well.
They arrived at the station around 8: 30. Song Yuan was about to get off the bus and say goodbye to Yung Heng, but when she got off the bus, she realized that he had also followed her.
He was tall and straight, and his hands were casually placed in his coat pockets. It was probably his calm and composed posture that made him a sharp contrast with the anxious expressions of the surrounding commuters at the crowded bus stop.
"You also work around here?" Song Yuan was a little surprised.
That was too much of a coincidence! He should also live around her neighborhood. In any case, it was definitely not far away. If he also worked around here, then the similarity of their travel itineraries was more than 95%.
Yung Heng was stunned and shook his head. "No, I have to deal with some business here for the next few days."
Song Yuan thought about it and agreed. If the similarity of their travel itineraries was so high, it was impossible for her to have only met him twice.
"Oh, then goodbye. I have to go to work." Song Yuan smiled and waved at Yung Heng.
She was already very beautiful. She had been the school belle since she was young. She was even more beautiful when she smiled.
Yung Heng smiled and nodded, but he still stood in the same place. His eyelids were lowered, hiding the deep longing in his eyes.
There were too many people and things between them. Now that he had regained what he had lost, he came back to his senses. It was also from the beginning that if she had not smiled at him and let her guard down around him, many things would not have happened.
The workday passed very quickly. Song Yuan got off work on time most of the time. Now that she had a child at home, even if she had to work overtime, she would bring her work home to finish it.
The company's rules were still very humane. In winter, the sky got dark earlier, so the lunch break was reduced by half an hour. The time to get off work was also changed to 5: 30.
After work, Song Yuan took the bus back and prepared to go to the bakery. She went there almost three or four times a week.
As soon as she entered the bakery, she saw Yung Heng.
Yung Heng was choosing toast when he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned his head and saw that it was Song Yuan. He was startled and then smiled.
Song Yuan did not expect to meet him at the bakery again. However, after thinking about it carefully, it was the peak hour after work. It was not strange for office workers to come to the bakery to buy breakfast for the next day.
She took the initiative to greet him. Although she did not know the handsome man's name, they had met several times. He was definitely not a stranger. Although he was still a distance away from being friends and acquaintances, they were still in a relationship where they could greet each other when they met.
Song Yuan and Yung Heng paid the bill one after the other.
After walking out of the bakery, Song Yuan realized that it had started to drizzle. She was a little annoyed. She had brought an umbrella when she went out this morning, but she had accidentally left it in the restaurant during lunch break with her colleagues. When she called the restaurant, the front desk said that they did not see it. She guessed that someone had picked it up.
The bakery was not far from the neighborhood. However, if she went back like this, her clothes would definitely be wet by the time she got home.
When Yung Heng came out, he opened the umbrella with one hand. When he saw Song Yuan standing to the side and did not leave, he thought for a moment and said to her, "Didn't you bring an umbrella? I'll lend you my umbrella. "
Song Yuan was not that thick-skinned. He only had one umbrella. If he lent it to her, what about him?
She quickly shook her head and declined his kindness. "Actually, my house is nearby. It's very close."
Yung Heng nodded. He held the umbrella handle in one hand and the bread bag in the other. He seemed to think for a moment and said, "Since your house is nearby, I'll give you a ride. It's easy to get sick when you get back in the rain. After all, getting sick is also a troublesome thing."
By the time Song Yuan reacted, she was already standing under the umbrella.
She could not help but sigh in her heart that she was too open-minded.
Fortunately, most handsome men had moral integrity. Moreover, handsome men who looked like her were very rare. Otherwise, with her weak willpower, she would be sold at any time and still have to help count the money.
On the way, the two of them did not speak much. Song Yuan carried the bread bag. She did not know if it was her imagination, but she felt that there was a very strange smell on him. She smelled it this morning, but there were too many people on the bus at that time, so she did not think much of it.
What was this smell?
She could not describe it. She felt that it was not the smell of perfume, nor the smell of laundry detergent.
Too immersed in her own world, Song Yuan did not notice that Yung Heng's umbrella was facing her. His shoulders were wet.
When they reached the entrance of the neighborhood, Song Yuan felt that this was the limit. She could not let him send her downstairs. Wouldn't that be revealing her home address? That was a little dangerous. Her mind was still a little clear.
Song Yuan knew that this person was her type.
At least from what she saw so far, whether it was the appearance, the figure, or the temperament! In any case, he was the kind of person she liked.
Song Yuan was not shy and introverted. If it was in the past, she would definitely have asked for his contact information. But now, with the cold wind blowing, she remembered that there was a child at home. Suddenly, that little thought disappeared.
Yung Heng naturally saw Song Yuan's hesitation, but he did not say anything. He only smiled at Song Yuan. After seeing her enter the neighborhood, he turned and left.
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