Although he did not understand his boss's actions, nor did he particularly support them, as an assistant, he only needed to follow his boss's instructions.
After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence on the phone.
Song Ci, unable to hear a response, asked, "Miss Tang, did you hear me... beep beep beep..." Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wanxing had hung up the phone.
Looking at the disconnected call, Song Ci frowned and dialed again, "Hello, the user you have dialed is currently in a call. Please try again later..."
However, this call was to Qing Muye.
Qing Muye, who was in his office processing urgent documents, glanced at the phone buzzing on his desk. The screen showed Tang Wanxing's name.
He merely cast a faint glance before returning his attention to work.
Meanwhile, Tang Wanxing, driving on the road, heard no answer. Reluctantly, she called back. However, all three calls went unanswered. She angrily threw her phone onto the passenger seat and impatiently slapped the steering wheel, "Why are you doing this to me!"
Tang Wanxing believed she had given her all to Qing Muye, yet he treated her this way.
As the pampered daughter of the Tang family in the capital, Tang Wanxing was not as delicate as other wealthy socialites, but her emotions were uncontrollable due to her seven emotions and six desires.
Love often drove people to madness.
With no other options, Tang Wanxing pulled her car over and called Qiao Ziqian with her phone.
The call connected, and the other party answered immediately, "Xingxing?"
"Your elder brother's company is about to go bankrupt, but he refused to cooperate with me for the sake of Meng Jingwei. Do you think he's gone mad?"
Tang Wanxing treated Qiao Ziqian as an emotional dumping ground, pouring out all her unhappiness and complaints to him.
The other party patiently listened.
"You are all alike, people who go mad for love," Qiao Ziqian said with a helpless smile. "If my elder brother wasn't so devoted, persistent, and sincere in his feelings, how could you be so fixated on him?"
He pinched his brow, sat on a hallway bench, and looked up at the gloomy sky. "When you talk about him, you should also reflect on yourself. Xingxing, do you really want to love this stubbornly, to be this tired?"
He saw every word and action of Tang Wanxing and knew deeply how much she loved Qing Muye.
If it weren't for Qing Muye, how could there be no progress between himself and Tang Wanxing?
"I'm talking about your elder brother," Tang Wanxing leaned back in her seat, impatiently running her hand through her bangs, filled with annoyance. "I really hate Meng Jingwei right now. What kind of magic does that woman have to make your elder brother willing to risk everything for her? I don't understand."
Yes.
He was once a rational and logical man, but now, for a mere woman, he was abandoning the family business he had built for over a decade, all for the sake of growing old with her?
For love, he would truly do anything.
"I've had some contact with Meng Jingwei, and she is indeed a good woman, worthy of my elder brother's affection," Qiao Ziqian said a fair word and then advised Tang Wanxing, "Xingxing, you should learn to let go. It's letting go for your elder brother, and also for yourself."
He added at the end, "A forcefully twisted melon is not sweet."
With Qing Muye's net worth, he would never marry into the Tang family as a live-in son-in-law. Why should Tang Wanxing pursue him so persistently?
Thinking this, Qiao Ziqian said directly, "You should know your elder brother's personality; he would never be a live-in son-in-law."
"If he is willing, I can promise him not to be a live-in son-in-law, and the children will all take his surname."
"That's only if he has feelings for you."