Chapter 2654 It’s raining in Nancheng tonight 15

The three-day holiday passed in the blink of an eye.

Xie Linzhou returned to Leadwood Studio and officially started working. The studio's signboard was still there, and this territory had to be defended.

Fortunately, there are quite a few projects that can be taken on domestically.

In the morning, Jin Chen drove him to work. When the car stopped downstairs at the firm, Xie Linzhou was reluctant to get out. He put his arms around Jin Chen's neck, leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the lips, lingering tenderly.

He glanced out the window at the sky; it was overcast and the clouds hung low. "It might rain today."

"Sweetheart," Jin Chen coaxed him softly, "I'll pick you up this evening."

"Okay." Xie Linzhou finally had some hope.

But once he got out of the car, Xie Linzhou's softness and dependence subsided, and he reverted to the calm, reliable, and composed Master Xie in the eyes of his employees.

Jin Chen watched his back as he walked into the building before slowly starting the car and driving into the old town according to the address provided by Ling Gun Gun, turning into a narrow alley.

[Host, this Song Qi is not a good person anymore.]

Jin Chen parked his car at the entrance of the alley, found a house according to the address, and knocked on the door.

Footsteps came from inside the door, which was pulled open a crack, revealing Song Qi's wary and flustered face. "How did you find this place? What's wrong...?"

Jin Chen stood outside the door, the dim light in the hallway illuminating his cold, hard profile. "You were arranged by Xie Shao."

Song Qi's expression froze, his smile vanished, and he glanced back into the house. The little girl with pigtails peeked out curiously. Song Qi quickly lowered his voice, "Ya Ya, go back and do your homework!" Then he pushed the little girl back into the house, stepped aside, and closed the door behind him.

In the narrow stairwell.

"Do you mind if I have a cigarette?" Song Qi tried to ease his tension, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for the cigarette pack.

Jin Chen took two steps back. "I mind."

He smelled terrible.

Song Qi: "..."

He awkwardly stuffed the cigarette pack back into his pocket; this man really had no sense of social etiquette.

He licked his slightly chapped lips and lowered his voice, "Xiao Xie... does he know too?"

“He will find out,” Jin Chen said.

Sooner or later, we'll find out everything.

Song Qi lowered his head and remained silent.

After a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "I... I didn't want to lie to him either. He's a kind and sentimental person. But it's true that Xie Shao fired me. I... you've seen the situation at home right now. I need that money..."

Jin Chen looked at him, a chill running through her heart.

Why are these people always able to find seemingly reasonable excuses for their actions that harm Xie Linzhou?

But even I used to be like that.

Just as he was about to say something more, Song Qi's cell phone rang, the ringtone sounding jarring in the quiet hallway.

Song Qi took it out and saw that the caller ID showed it was Xie Linzhou.

He subconsciously looked at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen remained expressionless: "Answer it."

Song Qi seemed intimidated by his imposing presence, his fingers trembling slightly as he swiped to answer the call. "Hello, Xiao Xie..."

Xie Linzhou's voice came from the other end of the phone. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, saying that the firm had many projects recently, and if Uncle Song had not yet found a suitable job, he could bring his resume over for a chat.

Jin Chen raised her eyes and stared coldly at Song Qi, exuding a silent sense of oppression.

Under pressure, Song Qi could only make up an excuse to refuse, his words hesitant, "Ah... well, Xiao Xie, thank you for thinking of me. But it's no need, I've already found a job, yes, just found one... so I won't trouble you."

Xie Linzhou on the other end of the phone was a little surprised, but he didn't say much. After exchanging a few polite words, he hung up.

Song Qi stared at the blacked-out screen, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He dared not look Jin Chen in the eye, feeling genuinely intimidated by the young man.

Jin Chen didn't say anything more, turned around, and walked steadily away from the old residential building.

Back in the car, Jin Chen had just fastened his seatbelt when his phone rang.

The call connected, and Xie Shao's suppressed anger filled the air as he bombarded her with questions, "Jin Chen! What do you mean? Did you ruin Song Qi's affair? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Jin Chen tapped the steering wheel lightly with his slender fingers, his tone indifferent, "As you expect."

Xie Shao then let out a sneer, "So you really have fallen in love with Xie Linzhou! But what good will this do you? Don't forget, I still have leverage over you!"

Jin Chen was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and hung up the phone directly.

He pulled up the file he received on his phone and browsed its contents.

Coincidentally, he also had quite a few things that Xie Shao didn't want to see the light of day.

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In the evening, Jin Chen went downstairs at the firm to pick up Xie Linzhou.

The sky grew even darker, with thick clouds covering the entire southern city, shrouded in a gray haze. Cold air swept through, bringing a damp chill.

Xie Linzhou opened the car door and got in, then leaned over to ask for a kiss, as if to recharge.

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes wearily to catch his breath.

Upon returning to China, he found that the tasks he needed to handle were more numerous and complex than he had anticipated.

His phone screen lit up; it was a new message. He opened his eyes and tapped it.

The sender is identified as Uncle Song.

Uncle Song: Xiao Xie, that young man who was with you the other day… came to see me today. Xiao Xie, I'm sorry, Uncle Song has let you down. I'll apologize to you in person sometime.

Xie Linzhou was stunned, lowering his eyes in confusion. Had Jin Chen gone to see Song Qi?

Was it because of Jin Chen that Uncle Song refused to come to the firm?

why?

Doubt and a vague unease crept into my heart like a silent mist.

He turned his head to look at Jin Chen, who was driving, and before he could sort out his thoughts, a muffled thud came from outside the car window.

The gloom that had accumulated all day was broken as raindrops pounded against the car window, forming a dense curtain of water that blurred all the scenery outside.

It's raining again in the south of the city.