The concert began...

Classical romantic music always interwove between the passionate and the lyrical, a thousand listeners, a thousand stories.

Fu Sheng closed her eyes, and the interplay of notes seemed like a barrage of bullets and grenades.

Today’s stability is hard to come by in this life, but a woman who has tasted sweetness always wants more.

Fu Sheng knew that the more soul-stirring the love story, the harder it is to have a happy ending in the end.

She knew that this entangled symphony would end with tears...

Shan Minglang also liked music and had some knowledge of classical music.

But in the end, Shan Minglang could only marvel at the great creativity of the music masters and the brilliant performances of the musicians on stage...

In Ming Lang’s heart, there was not yet a story that could be anchored by the intense music.

The lead violinist drew out twisting and turning tones, like countless ups and downs and plot twists in a story...

Just as Ming Lang was immersed in this heartfelt admiration, suddenly, a somewhat discordant... sobbing sound was mixed within, intermittently reaching Shan Minglang’s ears.

His brow furrowed slightly, almost tying a knot at the center.

Turning his head, in the dim light, Zeng Xiaocheng was covering his mouth and crying sorrowfully...

Shan Minglang stretched his long neck again, blinked his eyes...

Quickly looked to the other side, Fu Sheng quietly listened, the lights dimmed, Ming Xu couldn’t really see Fu Sheng’s expression clearly.

Looking back at Zeng Xiaocheng, he was still sobbing lowly there, and under the faint light, Zeng Xiaocheng’s face was streaked with tears.

This, was this music really... so moving?

Shan Minglang was really a bit at a loss.

He could sense Zeng Xiaocheng crying, and naturally, the unfamiliar audience sitting on the other side of Zeng Xiaocheng noticed it too.

A casual glance from Ming Lang saw the unfamiliar audience sitting on the other side of Zeng Xiaocheng giving him a disdainful look.

Taking a breath, he leaned over to Zeng Xiaocheng and whispered,

"Zeng Xiaocheng, what’s wrong with you?"

"Boo hoo... don’t mind me..."

It was fine when Shan Minglang didn’t ask, but when he did, Zeng Xiaocheng felt even more uncomfortable.

"Are you thinking of something sad? Can you hold it in a little? There are so many people here..."

"Boo hoo... boo hoo..."

"..."

Shan Minglang felt as if he had turned on Zeng Xiaocheng’s water faucet, watching the tears flow even more fiercely.

A big tall guy over six feet, looking quite sturdy, suddenly became like this, really leaving Shan Minglang at a loss.

He sighed again.

It seems Zeng Xiaocheng, this kind of good-for-nothing without much intelligence, also has sad things in his heart!

Shan Minglang sighed in his heart, after all, they were friends too.

Being able to bring Fu Sheng to listen to this concert today was also thanks to this friend’s favor, Ming Lang lowered his head,

"Alright, alright, if you want to cry, then cry, bury your head in my arms."

Shan Minglang said, stretching out his long arms and pulling Zeng Xiaocheng into his arms.

One second ago, Zeng Xiaocheng felt like he was abandoned by the entire world, and now he felt truly happy coming so suddenly.

"Boo hoo..."

Even if this position made him look more like a little wife, Zeng Xiaocheng would absolutely not let go of any chance to be close to Ming Lang...

A joking thought at first became heavy over days of interaction.

Ming Lang...

The more he called it, the more he felt... this combination of two characters was like the best-sounding name in the world.

The momentary heartbeat, as it turned out, was real.

But Zeng Xiaocheng, he knew...

This road, is too hard.

He hadn’t even decided whether to let this big-boy like a little sun walk this difficult path with him.

He hadn’t decided whether to continue or cut off all of this person’s retreat...

This kind of big boy... how did he just become so infatuated like a little tail willingly spinning around behind him?

Music this beautiful, listening to it makes the heart shatter.

And these... all these stories hidden in people’s hearts, the protagonists in those stories, would never know.

————

Rong Jing’s flowers keep coming, and online analysis posts are increasing.

There is even a platform that has set up a poll on whether the Yin Family and Rong Family will join through marriage.

Seeing the seventy-something voting percentage saying "Yes," Su Xiaomeng could only smile it off.

Rong Jing occasionally called Su Xiaomeng, and Su Xiaomeng picked up twice initially to have a good discussion about this boring act.

However, that cunning man treated her just like one of the many women he had in the past.

Flirting with words, constantly making his presence felt, just to keep the topic of Rong Family and Yin Family’s marriage alliance alive.

It was only after about two weeks that Su Xiaomeng understood what Rong Jing intended with this "boring" act.

He wanted Su Xiaomeng’s non-response, indifference, not caring, to let him perform this solo act to its peak.

Due to the topic of a marriage alliance with the Yin Family, and Rong Jing’s fervent courtship of President Yin, it even eased the previous negative PR crisis of Rong Family.

For the project collaboration Rong Family is striving for this quarter, companies holding a wait-and-see attitude all brought up the marriage talk in negotiations.

And Rong Jing’s promising answer was naturally... he would win over Su Xiaomeng.

Yin Family and Rong Family would eventually unite to form a massive cross-century corporate alliance.

————

"Rong Jing is truly shameless; if this continues, other businessmen will indeed think you will marry Rong Jing, Madam."

Su Xiaomeng leaned back in the president’s leather chair, silent.

Chen Lan naturally didn’t want such false statements bringing commercial benefits to Rong Family.

"I’m really fed up with this person! He’s utterly shameless."

After a long while, Su Xiaomeng could only curse.

"The statements released by the PR department have mostly been suppressed by Rong Jing; he is determined to exploit the marriage topic for hype."

Chen Lan was also full of discontent.

"He just sees that you’re not planning to respond, so he acts so unrestrained."

"Let Secretary Luo come in, I want Secretary Luo—"

Even before Su Xiaomeng finished speaking, the office door was already knocked on.

"Come in."

Secretary Luo pushed the door open, "President Su, Mr. Windsor Eric is downstairs, he wants to see you. Will you see him?"

"You said... who?"

Su Xiaomeng’s eyes moved slightly.

"Windsor Eric."

Su Xiaomeng pressed her lips, surprisingly didn’t immediately give an answer, her expression was stunned.

Chen Lan, not understanding Su Xiaomeng’s expression, said,

"Surely you have to meet Eric, don’t you?"

Eric was a friend of President Yin, and Su Xiaomeng owed him a debt of gratitude for previous loans from the London Royal Bank, all remembered by Chen Lan.

He thought that upon hearing Eric’s name, Su Xiaomeng would be filled with joy, but her expression...

Chen Lan was really puzzled.

"Let him come up."

Su Xiaomeng said.

"Yes."

Secretary Luo responded and went to bring Eric up.

Chen Lan looked toward Su Xiaomeng,

"What’s wrong with you? As if you don’t know Eric."

Nobody knew the turbulent undercurrents in Su Xiaomeng’s heart at the moment. She knew... the seemingly endless path she had been treading had finally shown a glimmer of hope.

Fists clenched, heart trembling...

The phone screen beside her still displayed analysis posts about her marriage with Rong Jing.

"Chen Lan, later... don’t say a word."

Chen Lan slightly raised an eyebrow, not understanding the solemnity Su Xiaomeng suddenly displayed.

The visitor seemed not to be Yin Shixiu’s friend, but someone else entirely.

Nobody knew the storm brewing inside Su Xiaomeng at this moment, she knew... these narratives in people’s hearts, the protagonists of the stories, they will never know.

Eric still looked the same, tall and handsome, his beautiful blue eyes inherited from his noble British Royal lineage.

But as he entered, this man’s expression also did not bear a hint of warmth.

Before Secretary Luo could exit the president’s office, Eric was already impatiently demanding,

"Su Xiaomeng, what’s going on with you?!"

Su Xiaomeng looked at Eric calmly, his expression was less one of confusion, more of an interrogation.

"Eric, have a seat first. When did you arrive in Beijing? "

"Su Xiaomeng, I’m asking you a question!"