I almost touched the moon

In the KTV box, Wen Song was holding the microphone and singing loudly, singing the melodious song "Dancing with your ghost" so heart-wrenchingly and passionately.

Zhang Yue smoked a cigarette and drank a sip of wine to calm herself down. Then she saw Qiu Xuanyan silently tear off a piece of tissue, roll up two small pieces of paper and hand them to her.

"It's so scary..." After the song ended, the other two felt that their ears were reborn. Zhang Yue shook his head and said, "Sure enough, God still closed a window for her."

"Isn't this window closed too tightly?" Qiu Xuanyan said silently, "Today Cheng Che said he wanted to come together, but Song Song refused. When I saw her little puppy's expression, he was so pitiful that he almost cried. In my opinion, he should be allowed to come and experience it for himself, so that he won't want to come together next time."

Wen Song finished singing, poured himself a glass of whiskey, sat between them and said, "You guys sing too."

"No more singing, no more singing." Zhang Yue and Qiu Xuanyan shook their heads at the same time, "Let's drink. Song Song, let me tell you something. I just found out about it recently."

"What? So mysterious." Wen Song asked as he sat down.

"Cheng Che's mother is his stepmother." Qiu Xuanyan blurted out.

"What about his biological mother?" Wen Song asked, and then thought of the time when he met his parents in Zurich. Cheng Che and his mother were indeed so polite that they didn't seem like biological mother and son.

"It seems that she died of illness when he was very young. But his stepmother was very good to him, so for all these years, no one thought that she was not his biological mother. Even I only found out about this from my parents' gossip a few days ago. I heard that before she married Mr. Cheng, she signed a prenuptial agreement. She and her children voluntarily gave up the right to inherit the Cheng family's property. From now on, everything in the Cheng Group will belong to Cheng Che alone."

"So good?" Zhang Yue was a little unconvinced. "Then why did she marry Old Cheng? Because he's older?"

"Who knows." Qiu Xuanyan said, "Maybe he is just a good person. Songsong, if Cheng Che doesn't mention it, just pretend you don't know."

"I know."

Wen Song could probably guess that maybe Cheng Che asked her to accompany him back to China just to tell her about this. Thinking of Cheng Che's sensitivity, it was probably for this reason. Thinking of this, she felt more distressed for Cheng Che.

"I'll go out and make a phone call."

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the box, found a quiet corner, and called Cheng Che.

The phone rang for a long time before Cheng Che picked up the phone. His voice was very soft, and he was still hazy from just waking up. "Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Wen Song heard his voice and knew that he was probably asleep. "I suddenly missed you. Did I wake you up?"

"No, I'm not asleep yet." Cheng Che smiled, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No need." Wen Song said gently, "It's already past two in the morning, you should go to bed, there are only a few days left. I will come to accompany you early on the 1st, okay?"

Cheng Che knew that tonight was a girls' night for Wen Song and her good friends, so he didn't want to disturb them and said to her, "Okay, then I'll go back to sleep. I love you."

"Yeah, good night. I love you, too." After knowing Cheng Che's life experience, Wen Song spoke to him in an especially gentle tone. Even if his stepmother treated him well, he would still miss his mother in his heart.

Back in the box, Zhang Yue looked at her with a sly smile on his face and said to Qiu Xuanyan, "You can tell at a glance that you called your little puppy. Your expression is so gentle."

"You're still talking about me." Wen Song said, "Do you know that our CEO Qiu has recently fallen in love with a Cinderella?"

"What Cinderella?" Zhang Yue said angrily, "Qiu Xuanyan, you and Wen Song are sisters, right? Why do you both love poverty alleviation so much? She stopped helping the poor, and you started."

"It's not Cinderella!" Qiu Xuanyan defended Lu Mingqian, "Don't listen to her nonsense, there's nothing to it, but can you give me some advice on how to pursue her?"

After listening to Qiu Xuanyan and Wen Song's descriptions, Zhang Yue came to the same conclusion as Wen Song: "My idea is, forget it. You like this kind of delicate little white flower, I'll go find you a dozen now. Forget this one, you're such a sensitive person, you'll be tortured to death."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Wen Song agreed deeply. "It's really tiring to get along with sensitive people. Let me tell you, during the time when Cheng Che lived in my house, I really wanted to pry open his head every day to see what was going on in his mind."

"That's because you have no empathy!" Qiu Xuanyan retorted, "If you put yourself in Cheng Che's shoes once, you'll understand. How would you feel if your boyfriend called someone else 'wife'?"

"It seems... I don't feel anything." Wen Song thought for a while and said, "He can call whoever he wants. What does it have to do with me? If he doesn't like me anymore, then we should break up. Nowadays, anyone can survive without the other."

"Yes." Zhang Yue also said, "Besides, the person Song Song calls her husband is a girl, so why should we mind it?"

"You two really are..." Qiu Xuanyan shook her head and said, "You really don't have any empathy at all, but it's also good, it makes life easier this way."

The next afternoon, Wen Song was awakened by the ringing of her cell phone, and the only person who called her was Cheng Che.

"Hello..." Her voice was low, with the laziness of a hangover.

When Cheng Che heard her voice, he knew that she must have drunk a lot, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Drunk again?"

"No..." Wen Song turned over and said, "I just stayed up late and went to bed at eight or nine in the morning."

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"Not yet." Wen Song felt sleepy and closed his eyes again, saying lazily, "I'm so sleepy."

"Then sleep a little longer." Cheng Che said gently, "When you wake up, remember to drink some juice or hot tea. It will help you sober up. Got it?"

"I got it, bb." Wen Song listened to his voice, as if he was right beside him, and smiled. But at this moment, his thigh seemed to be kicked by someone, and he felt a sharp pain.

She turned around and saw that it was Zhang Yue who had kicked her hard in her sleep. She complained, "Damn it, Zhang Yue! You kicked me again!"

Cheng Che laughed out loud when he heard this, and said to Wen Song, "Now you know how much pain I felt when you kicked me when I was asleep at night."

"Then don't sleep with me." Wen Song said shamelessly, "If you don't sleep with me, I won't kick you out."

"I don't want to." Cheng Che raised his lips slightly and said to her, "I just like being kicked by you."

Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by the voice of Butler Yu, "Master, there is a guest looking for you. Mr. Cheng wants you to go downstairs to the reception room."

"Okay, I'll be right away."

Cheng Che responded, and then said to Wen Song: "Then I will go to meet a guest first, sister, sleep for a while, see you the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, see you the day after tomorrow." Wen Song said, turned his phone to silent mode, threw it aside, and fell asleep again.

When Cheng Che arrived at the reception room, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who was a little fat. His father and mother were also sitting next to the middle-aged man. When his father saw him, he introduced him, "Ache, this is Chairman Tang of the Huasen Group."