Volume 1: Cloud City Turbulence Chapter 108: The Frustrated Song Jinhui

  Just now, Yang Han felt concerned about him. At this time, Wang Xu was in a great mood and couldn't help but make a joke. However, Yang Han was frightened by him and asked in surprise: "Did you lay hands on him?"

  "How can you say that I've made a move? That's just treating an illness." Wang Xu said with a smile, while one hand was rubbing Yang Huan's waist.

  "Alright, stop messing around." Yang Han opened Wang Xu's strangely acting hand and asked, "What exactly did you do?"

  "He's lost his ability to harm women." Wang Xu said nonchalantly, "Anyone who dares to hit my woman will not be let off lightly."

  "You let him..." Yang Han's mouth was agape in shock, staring at Wang Xu incredulously, the last few words unable to escape her lips.

  "I've made him lose face, that's a kind of punishment. Don't you know that I've always hated people who are arrogant and look down on others?" Wang Xu said with a smile.

  "Pfft!" Upon hearing Wang Xu say that, Yang Han couldn't help but burst out laughing. She still remembered that when she and Wang Xu first met, he didn't pay much attention to her, saying that her nose was pointed towards the sky. It was precisely because of Wang Xu's attitude towards her that she was eventually captured by him.

  "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore." Wang Xu waved his hand and moved Yang Han's body over, staring straight at him: "Tell me the truth now, was it because of that guy earlier that you left without saying goodbye?"

  When Wang Xu asked the question again, Yang Han restrained the smile on his face, bit his red lips, and finally focused his attention, slowly telling Wang Xu about what had happened.

  "At that time, you were just a poor student, how could you be Song Jinhui's opponent? If Song Jinhui knew, he would not let you go, so I...” Yang Han sighed and continued: "Just now, I suddenly found that I couldn't see through you, you already have the ability to protect me."

  As she spoke, Yang Han gently leaned her head on Wang Xu's shoulder and whispered: "Xu, do you know? I've never liked someone so much that I'm willing to consider everything for him. If because of me, it will bring harm to you, I'd rather leave."

  After hearing Yang Han's account of the events, Wang Xu's heart had already been stirred up like a huge wave. It was as if he had knocked over a bottle of five flavors in his mind. For this year, he had never stopped hating Yang Han for leaving without saying goodbye. Until now, he suddenly realized that his hatred was so ridiculous. Compared to the pressure Yang Han had endured, everything he had endured was simply a joke.

  He tightly wrapped Yang Han in his arms, and Wang Xu put his mouth close to Yang Han's ear, lightly kissed him, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Han, I'm sorry, I was too selfish, only considering myself, without standing from your standpoint."

  Upon hearing Wang Xu's sincere words, Yang Han's tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes once again, a sweet and happy feeling rising from the bottom of her heart and spreading throughout her entire body.

  The last time at the Baiyun Road police station, looking at Wang Xu's resolute eyes and listening to his icy tone, her heart almost shattered. Now that Wang Xu sincerely apologized to her, she suddenly felt that this year of separation and longing was not in vain.

  "Ah, I'm so happy. I thought we would never be together again. You gave me hope. As long as you can protect yourself, I'm willing to face the future with you." Yang Han said in a low, choked voice.

  "Alright, don't cry anymore." Wang Xu sat up straight, holding Yang Han's head in his hands, and gently kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes: "Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think. One day, I'll openly go to your house to propose."

  "Uh-huh, I believe you." Yang Han nodded and gently leaned her head against Wang Xu's chest, feeling the long-lost warmth. Her small hand drew circles in Wang Xu's palm.

  Wang Xu and Yang Han's misunderstanding was resolved, the room was filled with warmth, and the romance was endless. However, Song Jinhui was about to explode in anger. As he came out of the municipal party committee hotel, Song Jinhui got into the car, huffing and puffing, let out a cold hum, and the car headed towards Bian Cheng Hotel.

  He and Yang Han arrived in China almost at the same time, in order not to let Yang Han find out, he took a flight from Xi Hang to arrive, Xi Hang City is the provincial capital of Jiangzhou's neighboring province, Hangzhong Province.

  After arriving at Xihang, Song Jinhui drove directly to Yuncheng and booked a room at the Biancheng Hotel. It was already after 7 pm.

  First, he took a plane, then a five or six hour car ride. Song Jinhui was somewhat tired, hastily ate dinner and had just lain down in his room when he received news from Chen Ping that Yang Han had been seen kissing a man in the elevator.

  Upon receiving this news, Song Jinhui suddenly became wide awake, gritted his teeth in anger and hastily rushed to Wang Xu's room at the municipal party committee's guesthouse.

  Although the engagement with Yang's family had some commercial intentions, it was undeniable that Song Jinhui himself liked Yang Han very much. Yang Han's beauty was astonishing to many people in the United States, and such a delicate flower naturally caught Song Jinhui's attention.

  As Yang Han said, Song Jinhui's personality is quite extreme. After the two families agreed to the engagement, although they had not yet held an engagement ceremony, Song Jinhui already regarded Yang Han as his own and would not allow anyone else to touch her.

  Last time, Yang Han was angry with Wang Xu and used the influence of the Yang family, but some rumors still spread out and reached Song Jinhui's ears. That's why this time Song Jinhui followed secretly, didn't expect that as soon as he arrived, he got the news that Yang Han had a date with other men.

  Born in a big aristocratic family like the Song's, Song Jin Hui's vision is extremely high. In his eyes, so-called rich people within China are just trash. Having a few tens of billions of RMB and daring to call oneself the richest person, it's simply ridiculous.

  With this mentality, Song Jinhui naturally didn't take the municipal party committee's guesthouse seriously and didn't think that the person living on the third floor of the guesthouse was anything special, so as soon as he entered the door, he directly ignored Wang Xu.

  In his eyes, only Yang Han had the qualification to talk to him, as for Wang Xu, he was just an ant. Of course, Song Jinhui's city was very deep, and in front of outsiders, he was still very elegant, but unexpectedly, Wang Xu was the first to get angry.

  What happened next was even more beyond Song Jinhui's expectations. First, he himself was thrown out of the room by Wang Xu, then the hotel service staff dared to shout at him in front of his face, and later the hotel owner who came over strongly defended the ant in his eyes.

  Sitting in the car, Song Jinhui once thought that his family had gone bankrupt. With his identity, he came to a small city like Yun City, but was repeatedly humiliated by others.

  Taking a deep breath, Song Jinhui controlled his anger and took out his phone to dial a number. He didn't believe it, with the power of the Song family, they could walk sideways in America, but not in China.

  The phone was answered, and a middle-aged man's voice came on, speaking fluent English with a pure American accent - it was Consul Laura Misenell of the US Embassy in Kyoto.

  "Dear Mr. Misenel, your people are being humiliated in China, it's time for you to take action." Song Jinhui also spoke fluent English with a pure New York accent, even more authentic than when he spoke Chinese.

  "Oh, dear Song, you're not kidding, are you? Someone dares to make a move on your territory." Laura said with exaggerated laughter.

  "Mr. Milson, I'm not in the mood to joke with you. Just now, a small service staff from China actually spat at me, and their boss even ridiculed me. I think, Mr. Milson, you won't just sit back and do nothing about it." Song Jinhui said coldly, his anger rising again as he spoke.

  "Oh, the cake seller, dear Song, this is my duty, I will definitely make it up to you." Laura hurriedly smiled and said. A big financial group like the Song family has a great influence in the United States, and as the Consul of the US Embassy in Kyoto, Laura also had to be cautious.

  Hung up the phone, Song Jinhui was still furious and randomly pulled over the beautiful female attendant sitting next to him, pressing her head towards his crotch.

  This beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was nominally Song Jinhui's secretary, but in reality, she was just his plaything. She knew Song Jinhui very well and naturally understood what he wanted to do. Her slender jade-like hand reached out, gently unzipping Song Jinhui's pants, pulling out a soft, limp thing, and opening her mouth to take it in.

  "Ah!" Song Jinhui let out a moan, his body heavily leaning back against the seat's headrest, closing his eyes to savor it.

  About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of Bian Cheng Hotel. Song Jinhui suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep. He felt something unusual in his lower body and subconsciously looked down... "Damn it." Seeing the situation below, Song Jinhui immediately let out a loud roar, pulled open the blonde beauty who was panting, and used his hand to pull twice, only to find that his lower body was still shriveled up, completely unresponsive.

  Song Jinhui pulled up the zipper, irritably rubbed his head, got off the car, and after arriving at his own room, he dragged the blonde beauty into the bedroom and started tearing it apart.

  "Next one!" More than ten minutes later, Song Jinhui let out another roar and kicked the blonde beauty on the bed down. He stared at the object that was still curled up in a ball, his eyes dull.

  At 10 o'clock in the evening, Han Guanglin gently closed the file on his desk, took off his glasses, rubbed his sore forehead, stood up and was about to take a bath and go to bed when the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

  Glancing at the caller ID on his phone, Han Guanglin answered softly: "Hello, I'm Han Guanglin. Who is this?"

  "Hello Secretary Han, I am Shi Jinping from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." A thick and resonant middle-aged man's voice came through.

  "Director Shi, it's so late, what's going on?" Han Guanglin asked with a light smile.

  "Just now, Minister Laura from the US Consulate called and said that Song Jinhui of the US Song Group was treated unfairly in Yuncheng and lodged a protest with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I hope you can understand this matter." Shi Jinping said.

  "Yun City." Han Guanglin's face changed as soon as he heard the words. The matter of Yun City First Affiliated Hospital had just been reported back to him by Xie Xiaoyu this afternoon, and he hadn't expected another thing to happen. What was Gao Changyun doing anyway?

  Anger in his heart, Han Guanglin couldn't vent to the Foreign Ministry, lightly smiling: "Minister Shi, please rest assured, I'll call to inquire about the situation right away."

  "Alright, I've disturbed Secretary Han." Shi Jinping said politely and then hung up the phone.