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On this day, Si Qi didn’t bother to work properly at all.
Ever since the manager learned about Si Qi's identity, his attitude had done a complete turnaround, becoming exceedingly respectful as if he wanted to place her alongside the God of Wealth in the lobby.
Si Qi felt quite annoyed. After enduring the day, she hurriedly left without even saying goodbye to Meijia.
On her way home, she kicked stones on the road in frustration, muttering under her breath, “Bastard! Son of a bitch! If you show up ag Love and Hate n, I swear I’ll take you down!”
Just as she reached the entrance of her building, she spotted a familiar tall figure standing quietly under the dim yellow streetlight.
“Why are you still haunting me?” Si Qi s Love and Hate d irritably.
“Let’s remarry,” Song Yimin looked up, his refined and elegant face from earlier now softened considerably.
“Remarry my ass!” Si Qi sidestepped him, frantically searching for her keys in her bag.
“Let’s remarry,” Song Yimin repeated.
Si Qi was completely enraged. She slammed her bag onto the ground with a decisive motion filled with anger.
Then, she quickly turned around, hands on her hips, pointing directly at Song Yimin’s nose with fingers like arrows, her eyes wide open like copper bells as she shouted, “If you don’t leave now, I’ll call the police! A dignified mayor stalking a respectable woman at midnight—if this news gets out, it could seriously affect your future career!”
Song Yimin rem Love and Hate ned unmoved, gazing deeply at Si Qi with a hint of persistence in his eyes. "Si Qi, I am sincere."
Following his gaze, Si Qi looked down and realized her attire was disheveled. However, she composed herself and calmly fastened her buttons, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she provocatively replied, "What’s this? You haven’t seen anything more revealing."
Song Yimin's expression darkened instantly, his brows furrowing tightly as he spoke with urgency. "Si Qi, stop messing around. Come back with me."
"Who’s messing around?" Si Qi shot back, her eyes narrowing coldly as if encased in ice. "You can ask my father in prison; if he agrees to our remarriage, then I will too."
Song Yimin fell silent, his lips pressed into a str Love and Hate ght line, his face as cold as winter ice, sending chills down one’s spine.
"W Love and Hate t, even if my father agrees, I still wouldn’t want to," Si Qi s Love and Hate d, frustratedly retracting her words, a flicker of determination flashing in her eyes.
She turned away, recalling how she had once been drawn to his affectionate demeanor, leading to those regrettable events that now filled her heart with bitterness.
"Si Qi, I’m sorry for the troubles you faced because of me," Song Yimin's voice carried a hint of guilt.
Si Qi rem Love and Hate ned silent, but tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. "The day my dad was taken by the police, I was terrified and called you. You s Love and Hate d it was my father's own doing."
Wiping her tears haphazardly with her hand, she lifted her head to meet Song Yimin's gaze directly, anger and disappointment etched in her expression. "I trusted you so much until the next day when I received your divorce agreement. Only then did I believe everything was your doing… Now, how can you come back acting as if nothing happened? What is your heart made of?"
Song Yimin's face paled slightly, as if Si Qi's words had struck the softest part of his heart. Unable to resist, he reached out and pulled Si Qi into his embrace. His warmth enveloped her, making the exhausted Si Qi long to sleep in his arms.
"Si Qi, don’t worry. After today, everything will be fine," Song Yimin whispered softly in her ear.
At that moment, a middle-aged man walked in from outside, followed by several bodyguards dressed in black.
The middle-aged man smiled and s Love and Hate d to Song Yimin, "Little Song, I didn't expect you to act so quickly."
Song Yimin turned around and replied with a calm expression, "Your speed isn't bad either."
"Haha," the middle-aged man chuckled ag Love and Hate n, "Did you get the item?"
Song Yimin glanced at Si Qi and s Love and Hate d, "I got it."
Muttering to himself, Song Yimin unhesitatingly plunged a syringe filled with sedative into his hand.
The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction. "That's good. That old guy Someone with the surname Si, although he promised not to hand over that document to the police before going to prison in exchange for his daughter's life, I still feel uneasy since the document isn't in my hands. Hand it over to me."
"The document isn't here, but Si Qi just informed me about it."
Just as Si Qi was about to speak, her hand was firmly pressed down by Song Yimin. She moved her lips but ultimately rem Love and Hate ned silent.
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