No wonder Xiang Beiqiu said he owed her, no wonder she never felt any guilt, no wonder those eyes were full of anger and hatred, no wonder she said that she would retaliate regardless of any consequences.
Because Xiang Beiqiu is the one who takes revenge, and he is the murderer who plotted to kill her parents...
The phone suddenly vibrated on the table.
The flashing incoming call displayed the word 'dead woman', his heart suddenly stopped, and he answered the phone after a long time: "Hello."
Bei Qiu on the other end of the phone held the invoice from the bar that day in his hand, and said with a smile, "President Zhang, how was your hangover last time?"
Zhang Yanghong frowned slightly, "You?"
"President Zhang, why do you forget things so much? I settled the bill for you that day, and I still have the invoice. Does President Zhang want to pay on credit?" Bei Qiu teased.
That day he always felt that Xiang Beiqiu was dangling in front of him, but he didn't expect that she was the one who sent him back. He took a deep breath, adjusted his tone, and said again: "Let's meet."
Bei Qiu raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked jokingly, "Hey, President Zhang invited you personally, are you still that Zhang Yanghong?"
"See you?" Zhang Yanghong frowned, and the feeling of guilt in his heart was at least half dispelled by her few words.
Bei Qiu chuckled: "See you, of course I want to see you. The old place?"
"Okay." Zhang Yanghong hung up the phone, and the coffee shop that the two of them used to go to a few years ago when they were not enemies flashed through his mind.
When Bei Qiu arrived, Zhang Yanghong was already waiting. He was sitting by the window in the coffee shop, watching the people coming and going outside. He was wearing a neat suit, and his deep eyes showed a mature flavor.
"I didn't expect President Zhang to come so early." Bei Qiu put down her bag and sat in the opposite seat.
Zhang Yanghong looked at the little girl who used to follow behind him, but now he is full of hostility towards her, his eyes are clearly smiling like crescent moons, but the smile doesn't penetrate into his eyes.
"Miss, your coffee." The waiter served the coffee directly.
Bei Qiu raised her eyebrows slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Give me some?"
"En." Zhang Yanghong nodded.
"One more cake, the most expensive of yours." Bei Qiu winked mischievously at the waiter.
The waiter was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Zhang Yanghong, and went to get the cake.
"President Zhang won't be stingy with a piece of cake, right?" Bei Qiu asked jokingly.
"No." Zhang Yanghong said indifferently.
Bei Qiu picked up the coffee and took a sip, the bitterness filled her mouth instantly, she narrowed her eyes bitterly, "It's so bitter." She put down the cup, added a few spoonfuls of milk, added a few pieces of sugar, and took another sip before she was satisfied put it down.
"Miss your cake." The waiter put the cake on the table and left.
Bei Qiu dug a spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth, the sweet taste made the corners of her mouth curl up.
"You have changed a lot." Zhang Yanghong took a sip of coffee, looked at Bei Qiu in front of him and continued: "You never drink coffee without milk or sugar, and it doesn't go with any pastries."
Bei Qiu giggled, dug another spoonful of cake and put it into his mouth, said: "Everyone will change, life is already bitter enough, if you don't eat something sweet, how can you be worthy of this life?"
Zhang Yanghong narrowed his black eyes, and tightened his hand holding the coffee.
"By the way, I almost forgot the business." Bei Qiu put an invoice on the table, pushed it in front of Zhang Yanghong, and said with a smile: "This is the business, you have to reimburse me."
Zhang Yanghong glanced at the table, looked at Bei Qiu and said, "I know everything."
"The truth." Zhang Yanghong threw out two words.
The movement of Bei Qiu's hands stopped.
Zhang Yanghong continued: "I know everything."
Bei Qiu's throat moved slightly.
The plot moves so fast...
"Really." Bei Qiu put away the cynicism on her face, put the spoon on the plate, looked up at Zhang Yanghong and said, "Then I don't know the truth that President Zhang knows, what is it?"
Zhang Yanghong was silent, he didn't know how to say it.
Bei Qiu laughed twice, looked at the passers-by outside, and said, "President Zhang, I don't have that much time to spend with you. I'll leave after the reimbursement is over."
"Can't we all talk properly?" Zhang Yanghong frowned, his tone slightly dissatisfied.
"How do you want to talk properly?" Bei Qiu asked with a smile.
Zhang Yanghong was left speechless when asked again, his face froze, his lips moved but he didn't make a sound.
The table fell into silence.
Bei Qiu didn't want to spend any time here, she reached for the bag on the chair and wanted to leave.
Zhang Yanghong blurted out: "I am willing to make compensation."
This sentence made Bei Qiu look at Zhang Yanghong inexplicably, and laughed loudly, "President Zhang, are you joking with me?"
"What I owe you, and what Zhang's family loses money to Xiang's family, I am willing to make up for." Zhang Yanghong frowned, hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
"Compensation? How to compensate? President Zhang wouldn't naively think that everything would be over just by touching President Zhang's upper lip to his lower lip?" Bei Qiu sneered, laughing at his overthinking.
Zhang Yanghong knew that she would not forgive easily, and said: "I know you feel uncomfortable, and I was only dazzled by hatred for a while."
"I'm sorry." Bei Qiu stood up without waiting for Zhang Yanghong to finish, "I don't have so much time to spend talking nonsense with President Zhang."
"Xiang Beiqiu!" Zhang Yanghong also stood up directly, with a grim expression. "You know everything clearly, but you don't mention a word, and play around with me. Could it be that we can sit down calmly and have a good chat?"
Bei Qiu couldn't help laughing, and said: "Why, in the end, it's still my fault?"
Zhang Yanghong frowned, "I didn't mean that."
"No such meaning?" Bei Qiu smiled, "What does the chapter president mean?"
Zhang Yanghong felt that all his strength had been pumped into the cotton, and he seemed weak. Facing Xiang Beiqiu, he had nowhere to vent his helplessness: "I just want us to settle this matter properly, Zhang Xiangliang's family, We are still family friends."
"President Zhang, you think too highly of yourself." Bei Qiu laughed, "Since you already know the truth, you should understand very well that what I'm thinking at this time, that sentence of never ending, is definitely not a relationship with President Zhang. Just kidding."
"I will return the shares I took from your company, and I am sorry for what happened to the Xiang family." Zhang Yanghong bowed slightly to Bei Qiu.
Bei Qiu looked at the man in front of him and shook his head helplessly. After nearly two years of graduation, the man in front of him still hasn't grown up, and is still as childish and pitiful as he was in college.
When Zhang Yanghong raised his body, a cup of hot coffee was also poured over, directly onto Zhang Yanghong's face.
He was so hot that he gasped, looked at Xiang Beiqiu angrily and said angrily, "Xiang Beiqiu, what are you doing?!"
"Sorry? Zhang Yanghong, do you think your apology can turn things around?" Bei Qiu threw the coffee cup directly on the table, and her crisp voice echoed in the empty coffee shop.