Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

The tailor finished the final adjustments, looked at the two of them with satisfaction, and praised with a smile: "The effect is as expected, and the proportions of your bodies are quite good."

Both of them looked very satisfied and seemed to be easy to talk to. The tailor asked them if they could take a few photos as one of the most successful cases.

The two of them gladly accepted it, took photos and asked the tailor to send them a copy.

There were some mistakes with the leather shoes.

Song Xing really couldn't get used to this kind of shoes that felt a bit pinching. Even though the shoes fit Song Xing's feet very well, he still felt uncomfortable all over his feet.

After hearing this, the shoemaker thought for a moment, then took Song Xing's shoes to the back, and could vaguely see that something inflatable was used.

Song Xing came out half an hour later and put it on. Hey, he felt much better.

After thanking the shoemaker, the two put the suit bags on the back seat, let them lie flat, put the shoe boxes on the foot mat, and walked happily to Qiujue's house.

In the car, Song Xing couldn't help but sigh: "This expensive thing has its advantages, it's really different."

Qiu Jue chuckled and nodded: "Are you still blaming me for spending money recklessly?"

Song Xing shook his head violently.

When they arrived downstairs of Qiujue's home, Qiujue was holding a suit bag in each hand, like a real walking clothes rack. Song Xing helped to move the shoes out of the car and went upstairs.

After entering the house, Song Xing piled the shoe boxes in his hand neatly on the coffee table, hurriedly snatched the suit from Qiu Jue's hand, and carefully hung it in Qiu Jue's cloakroom.

Qiu Jue's dressing room had already been divided into two parts, one half was Song Xing's casual clothes, and the other half was Qiu Jue's black, white and gray.

Maybe because they were well fed and clothed, they wanted to do that, so after they breathed a sigh of relief, they started to make out on Qiu Jue's bed.

But it only happened once. If it happened more often, Qiu Jue was afraid that Song Xing would not be able to get up at night.

The two of them took a nap in bed hugging each other for a while, and then the alarm clock rang, and it was time to set off.

The Final Battle: The Forbidden City! (No)

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At night, when Qiu Jue's car drove into the Pei family's old house, he could see that many vehicles were parked there.

Qiu Jue's car shuttled between rows of expensive luxury cars, each of which exuded a strong sense of luxury. However, Qiu Jue's Nissan seemed out of place among these hundreds of luxury cars, like an uninvited guest.

The guests passing by would more or less cast some strange looks at him, as if wondering why such a low-end car could also attend the dinner hosted by Pei's.

Song Xing was shocked in the passenger seat: "Turn the wheel, turn the wheel! There's a Rolls-Royce in front of us! We can't afford the compensation!!!!"

Qiu Jue, who was in the driver's seat, looked calm and composed. He focused his eyes on the road ahead, still controlling the steering wheel with one hand, and drove the car steadily into the parking lot of Pei's old house.

After parking the car, Qiu Jue smiled slightly. Feeling Song Xing's nervousness and anxiety, he squeezed Song Xing's palm soothingly and said calmly, "Don't worry."

Song Xing calmed down a little after hearing Qiu Jue's words, but he still looked around with some trepidation and excitement. He had never thought that he would come to such an occasion, let alone be with these luxury cars and celebrities.

Wow, is that the legendary Rolls-Royce that is limited to only one in the world?

Song Xing was driving his horse everywhere, and there were a lot of world-class luxury cars here. He was here as if he was sightseeing, and an inexplicable sense of arrogance and pride emerged in his heart, as if he was the only one in the world.

Qiu Jue remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care about it at all, as if he was already familiar with the atmosphere of this kind of high-class banquet, or like a big shot who had participated in countless banquets.

The door of the Pei family's old house was open, welcoming waves of distinguished guests. After Qiu Jue and Song Xing got out of the car, they slowly walked towards the door.

When they passed by, they inevitably attracted some people's attention. After all, they noticed that Qiu Jue's car was a cheap one. The two people had outstanding looks, tall postures, and expensive clothes and shoes, which was in stark contrast to the cheap car.

No one knows them.

Several guests were whispering, asking each other who these two unfamiliar guests were.

Song Xing handed over the invitation letter. The receptionist at the door took a quick look at it, nodded, and welcomed the two in politely but warmly.

After entering the banquet venue, Song Xing was stunned by the luxurious decoration and extravagant atmosphere.

He and Qiu Jue moved among the guests and saw some familiar faces that they had only seen on TV and in the news, including members of the Pei family, business celebrities, and socialites. Each of them displayed his or her own style and bearing.

Qiu Jue and Song Xing did not immediately join the guests, but chose to stay a little further away from the crowd and observe the situation around them. Their eyes met, and the nervous Song Xing and the confident and calm Qiu Jue formed a sharp contrast.

"What should we do now?" Song Xing asked in a low voice. He had no experience in such occasions and didn't know how to behave.

Qiu Jue took Song Xing's hand very naturally: "Relax, just follow me."

Following Qiu Jue, the two walked slowly in the banquet venue and blended into the crowd at an unhurried pace.

Song Xing actually ran into an acquaintance here, a medical representative in charge of Beijing Hospital. Next to him should be his immediate superior, the person in charge of Beijing Medicine. The medical representative stood submissively beside him like a servant.

Song Xing was a little surprised to meet an acquaintance in such an occasion. He asked Qiu Jue if he could say hello. After receiving a positive reply, he went to say hello: "Hi, Representative Zhang, long time no see."

Representative Zhang heard the familiar voice and turned around with a look of surprise on his face. "Doctor Song? What a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be here."

Song Xing smiled and nodded. Seeing the person in charge of Jing Pharmaceutical turned around and looked at Representative Zhang with a questioning look, he introduced himself: "I am Song Xing, currently an intern at Jing Hospital."

Representative Zhang was also very good at reading people's faces: "This is the person in charge of our Jingyao Pharmaceutical, Mr. Xu."

Mr. Xu nodded slightly and gestured to greet Song Xing: "I've heard of you. You are a doctor with great potential and you are being trained by Beijing Hospital."

Song Xing smiled awkwardly but politely. They, the group working in the medical field, were all in it for the money. If they could get in touch with any famous doctor, the profits and kickbacks would make both the medical representatives and the doctors themselves rich and wealthy.

Mr. Xu caught a glimpse of Qiu Jue out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little uncertain, and turned to look at Qiu Jue for several seconds.

Song Xing was a little confused, not knowing what was wrong with this Mr. Xu, so he had to bite the bullet and introduce him: "This is me... this is Qiu Jue."

He originally wanted to say boyfriend, but it felt a bit weird to say that in front of a stranger who was several generations older than him, so he changed his words temporarily.

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