Chapter 117: Feeling Lonely While Browsing

Ling Hanyu glanced at the astonished people in the room, then turned and walked away.

At the door, Ling Hanyu stopped, turned around, and casually said, “No matter what grudges we may have had in the past, I hope you can put them aside and act in accordance with your respective positions and titles—rather than targeting a single woman. If she used to be Song Haichao’s daughter and behaved so arrogantly in front of you that you didn’t dare resist her, now she is my wife, Ling Hanyu. I expect you to show enough deterrent power to give her due respect and make you bow down and submit. If you can’t, then leave immediately!”

With that, Ling Hanyu stepped out.

Secretary Yang’s face went stiff for a moment.

This wasn’t just a warning to the people in the Conference Room—it was also a warning to him.

It seemed that times really had changed.

Yang Yifan began to gather his documents. Someone asked, “Secretary Yang, what exactly did Song Qingtian do to fool General Ling?”

Yang Yifan looked up, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses held a hint of coldness.

“You’ve all been really over the top today. Even without Song Haichao’s protection, she’s still General Ling’s woman.”

With that, Yang Yifan left.

But the others were very dismissive: “She counts as a woman? Just some lovesick girl.”

Yang Yifan stood just outside the Conference Room, once again pushing up the glasses on his nose—not for any other reason, but because of these people’s ignorance.

General Ling’s big reshuffle was all for Song Qingtian. Although it was supposedly because of his daughter, Ling Nuonuo, still…

The real mastermind behind that whole affair was the cook, Ling Nuonuo.

Song Qingtian headed toward the elevator, and Ling Hanyu followed right behind her.

The two entered the elevator, keeping a bit of distance between them.

But less than three seconds later, Ling Hanyu turned to look at Song Qingtian, shifted his posture, and moved closer.

Song Qingtian knew she’d said something a bit foolish.

Ling Hanyu was a businessman—he wouldn’t pass up a chance to make a profit just to play around with her.

Even if she did have a child, it was unlikely; he must be curious about her reasons and would want to ask.

As for saying she was doing it for the sake of those people there—could anyone really believe that?

So Song Qingtian took the initiative to explain: “My parents have a special fondness for that place.”

Ling Hanyu looked at Song Qingtian for a moment, then smiled. “That’s a good excuse—but I hope it’s true. Otherwise, you won’t even have that one redeeming quality left.”

Ling Hanyu’s hand squeezed Song Qingtian’s face.

Song Qingtian’s chin was still red, and she hurriedly pulled Ling Hanyu’s hand away.

“Stop talking and stop touching me!”

“But when you’re the one touching me, why don’t you say anything?”

Song Qingtian couldn’t refute that—after all, the original female supporting character was indeed like that, and Ling Hanyu’s rebuttal was completely justified.

Song Qingtian stayed silent, and Ling Hanyu leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re imitating me so well!”

Song Qingtian had no idea what Ling Hanyu was talking about; she just grabbed at his clothes and bit her lip.

Although they only exchanged a few words, Song Qingtian clearly felt her whole body go weak and start trembling.

Ling Hanyu lowered his gaze and wrapped his arms around Song Qingtian.

If the elevator hadn’t reached its destination, who knows what might have happened.

The elevator doors opened.

Song Qingtian instantly came to her senses.

She pushed Ling Hanyu and stepped out first.

Ling Hanyu followed, and the two returned to the office.

Song Qingtian felt a little hungry—actually, quite ravenous.

She ordered two servings of sushi, but ate them with a bit of disdain.

Ling Hanyu watched her eat from the side, looking thoroughly unappetizing, and mocked her: “Miss Song, is this really so hard to swallow?”

Song Qingtian didn’t want to argue; after eating two pieces, she simply gave up.

Let it go—waste or not, with coupons and various discounts stacked on top of each other, it wasn’t much money anyway.

The point was, as a top-notch culinary master like her, it was only natural she couldn’t finish it.

Now that she wasn’t hungry anymore, Song Qingtian started thinking about things.

Just idling around wasn’t an option—she had to find some work, even if it wasn’t substantial, as long as it could bring in some money.

After all, Song Qingtian was really short of cash.

Raising Ling Nuonuo required capital; even without Ling Hanyu’s vast wealth, she still needed to prepare plenty of funds.

Otherwise, in the end, she’d lose her daughter—and her son would end up being someone else’s.

That would be truly heartbreaking!

She opened her phone and started browsing job listings, but ended up feeling lonely while scrolling.

It wasn’t that she was being picky; it was simply that none of the jobs accepted pregnant women—and she happened to be one.

After her heart sank at that realization, Song Qingtian finally decided to temporarily give up on finding a job to earn money.

With a bit of money left in her pocket, she could still get by for a while.

If all else failed, she could always set up a street stall and sell off some of the high-end goods she’d once owned as the original female supporting character.

What Song Qingtian didn’t realize was that Ling Hanyu had long since noticed how deeply she was immersed in her own beauty—so much so that it seemed to last forever.

Ling Hanyu had never before stared at anyone for such a long time.

And this person happened to be the one he’d once hated the most!

End of Chapter 117: Feeling Lonely While Browsing