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To my surprise, Song Moting stepped forward to mediate, saying that I had not been feeling well lately and was unable to take the stage. Chen Yan, the heiress of the Chen Group, sat beside him, her belly slightly rounded. The woman I loved had not contracted any "illness"; she was well protected and radiated an aura of happiness and purity.
Ignoring Song Moting's sudden kindness, I walked straight to the center of the stage. The prepared PowerPoint presentation began to play automatically as I picked up the microphone and started introducing Song Group's latest charity project. I passionately described how the company was helping children in impoverished mountainous areas, providing job opportunities for the disabled, and committing to environmental protection. My speech was vibrant, and every gesture exuded the elegance of a refined lady.
As my eloquent words came to an end, the audience erupted into warm applause. Whispers of admiration filled the air, but as I locked eyes with the old witch's cold gaze, that excitement quickly faded. I raised my champagne glass in a toast to everyone present, then disregarding whatever thoughts the Old Witch might have had, I walked out of the banquet hall.
Bodyguard, did you see my performance? Every word of that speech was filled with thoughts of you. Thank you for your past protection. The days with you by my side are my most cherished memories.
The banquet was lively, making my apartment feel even more desolate in comparison. Returning home alone, I drank deeply. Once upon a time, I considered wine a good companion; however, due to Yingying and Long Qi's relationship, I gradually gave up that habit.
With a full glass in hand and the night deepening like a round moon in my cup, the doorbell suddenly rang. Song Moting walked in, having changed out of his formal attire into a dark blue casual shirt. For some reason, Assistant Lu was not following him.
I downed my drink in one gulp and shot him a cold glance. "What do you want?"
"Can't I come? How have you been feeling?"
"Thanks to President Song, I'm still alive."
"Jiang Jinqing, you're the only one in this circle who dares to speak to me like that."
"What's wrong? Is this your first day noticing?"
He sat down and took a bottle of 18-year-old Macallan from the cabinet, pouring himself a glass.
His gaze fell on me, his expression inscrutable.
"Why did you decide to give a speech today?"
What does it matter to you? I'm not doing it to please you. I suppressed my irritation and replied coldly, "It was the old lady's wish."
"Hmph, when did you become so obedient?" He chuckled, his expression suddenly softening. "But you did well; that diamond necklace suits you. Is it new?"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch the diamond necklace around my neck. Instinctively, I flinched and quickly stood up from the sofa, my tone icy. "Song Moting, don't forget your place. And you'd better remember what you just said. It would be best for you to leave now before you drunkenly wander into the wrong room."
Song Moting's hand fell empty, his fist clenched tightly, his eyes unreadable.
After a moment of silence, he sneered, "Heh, Jiang Jinqing, you've really grown bold."
Conversations with Song Moting always felt unnecessary, even if it was just a single word.
I sidestepped him and opened the door, speaking flatly, "I'm tired; please leave, President Song."
The door slammed shut with a bang. Song Moting pressed against the door lock with one hand while gripping my wrist tightly with the other, forcibly dragging me toward the bedroom.
His strength was astonishing; I struggled and kicked desperately until I finally broke free.
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