
Song Zhiyi felt a little better when she saw that he was deflated, and Xing Yanxi quietly gave her a thumbs up.
Gu Jinyan face was solemn, and the coldness seemed to be able to seep out.
Song Xuewei bit her lips lightly and was about to comfort him when the man suddenly pulled his arm out of her hand and followed Song Zhiyi away in large steps.
Her expression changed instantly, but she still restrained herself from speaking.
The four of them arrived at the coffee shop.
Song Xuewei suggested sitting upstairs, but Xing Yanxi immediately scolded her.
"You didn’t your reputation as much when plagiarizing other people's literatures."
Song Xuewei was stunned for a moment, and then her face suddenly turned red, filled with embarrassment and anger.
The four of them were seated next to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor.
The two pairs are now facing each other directly, and the atmosphere becomes tense.
Song Xuewei bit her lip and spoke hesitantly.
"Song Zhiyi, my mother sent those works for publication in my name, and even I myself didn't know about it before. She was thoughtless when doing this. She just wanted to satisfy her vanity and show off to her friends."
"And now she regrets the trouble she caused us."
Song Zhiyi looked at her steadily with a faint smile.
"Do you think I will believe it?"
Song Xuewei pursed her lips, and her face with delicate makeup darkened.
"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth."
Xing Yanxi heard it, glanced at her mockingly, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Do you think we are three-year-old children?"
Gu Jinyan had been silent for the whole time, took out a bank card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and then pushed the card to Song Zhiyi with his slender index and middle fingers.
His simple movement was inexplicably elegant and noble, and even had an invisible sense of oppression.
"Five million, hush money."
He said it gently and looked at Song Zhiyi indifferently.
Song Zhiyi glanced at the bank cards on the table, gradually showing her disgust.
"Mr. Gu is really generous."
There was teasing and ridicule in her tone, which made Gu Jinyan very uncomfortable.
"Too little?"
There was a bit of displeasure in his brows, but seeing Song Zhiyi just smiling casually, he added another number.
"I'll give you another three million."
Eight million, this number was already quite a lot.
At this price, he could buy much dirty stuff about artists to cover up the things of Song Xuewei.
"Song Zhiyi, I know you haven't had a good life outside these years, so just accept this money."
Song Xuewei stared at Song Zhiyi closely with a slightly impatient expression. As long as Song Zhiyi touched her bank card, she would have a chance to change public opinion.
But throughout the whole process, Song Zhiyi remained unmoved, staring at Song Zhiyi slightly impatient expression, thinking for a moment.
During her six years in F Country, she learned a lot to forget the pain of losing her child, including the psychology of micro-expressions.
Song Zhiyi's pensive look fell into Gu Jinyan's eyes, and she hesitated to accept the money.
He smiled contemptuously, and the displeasure between his eyebrows relaxed, replaced by a hint of victory.
Song Zhiyi was just like everyone else. When he knew she loved money, Gu Jinyan felt so relieved. Although he was slightly disappointed, it didn't seem a big deal.
"A woman who is not exceptional is not worth wasting his feelings." he thought.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Xing Yanxi suddenly said, interrupting the stalemate. When she stood up, she looked at Song Zhiyi.
Song Zhiyi nodded slightly.
Song Xuewei said hurriedly when she saw Xing Yanxi leaving.
"Song Zhiyi, I know you have a strong self-esteem. There are no outsiders here, so keep this money. Gu Jinyan and I promise not to tell anyone."
With so much money, Song Xuewei didn't believe Song Zhiyi wouldn't be tempted. Whether it was Song Zhiyi's achievements or Gu Jinyan, they all belonged to her - Song Xuewei.
Song Xuewei would let Song Zhiyi know that killing her would be easy.


