DF Chapter 106

Chapter 106: It Turns Out, She’s Willing to Abandon Everything for This Kind of Revelry.

Chapter 106 It Turns Out, She’s Willing to Abandon Everything for This Kind of Revelry.

Meng Yeran was undoubtedly beaten quite badly by Song Ji’an.

Song Ji’an was depleted of Qi but not physically weak. During the year she ran the funeral home, she and Cheng Fangyang carried most of the corpses, doing a lot of physical labor. She took freestyle fighting classes seriously when she was younger, mastering a comprehensive range of combat skills. Combining the two, she was even slightly stronger than she was in high school.

Meng Yeran couldn’t beat Song Ji’an in high school, let alone now.

Meng Yeran was pinned to the ground by Song Ji’an, her lip was split. She looked up at the glaring fluorescent light and simply lay on the platform, too lazy to resist. She laughed, “Do you want to throw a few more punches?”

“You seem pretty happy?” Song Ji’an asked condescendingly. She had fought two rounds, and her breathing was a bit unsteady at the moment. Sweat trickled down her hair. Her eyes swept over the other’s bruised eye and split lip. Finally, she just sat beside her, leisurely tearing open the wraps on her gloves. “I’m not going to fight anymore. Our business is over.”

“Just like that?” Meng Yeran didn’t take the opportunity to stop. She took a few deep breaths, drawing in the thin air, and said with great interest, “I thought you wanted to beat me half to death.”

“How could I dare to beat the future heir of the Meng family half to death?” Song Ji’an poured some energy drink into her mouth. “Besides, I just wanted to beat you up to vent my anger.”

“You’re so kind,” Meng Yeran gave her a thumbs up. She tugged at her collar, turned her head to meet Hilda’s unfriendly gaze from below the stage, and gave a provocative smile.

She actually accepted being beaten up by Song Ji’an quite well. Sooner or later, Song Ji’an would retaliate for what she had done in collusion with Sheng Jia. This time, she was just caught off guard when she was cornered by a few people. Since she lost, she had to accept it. If Song Ji’an said it was over, then it was over. She didn’t need to feel any guilt. But to be honest, Song Ji’an really didn’t hit that hard, much lighter than she had expected. Kindness was a fundamental aspect of Song Ji’an’s character. It seemed that five years hadn’t changed that much.

As for Hilda, she and her account were still waiting to be settled later.

Song Ji’an didn’t look at her again. She threw the gloves in her hand aside and jumped off the octagonal platform.

Below the stage, Allie was clapping for her, “Sister Ji’an, awesome!”

Hilda walked onto the stage, helped Meng Yeran, who was sprawled on the ground, up, and even patted the dust off her. She said in a low voice, “Does anyone else want to try?”

Dong Zhen felt that the situation of the people in front of her was a bit complicated, and she was too lazy to explore it. After saying hello to Song Ji’an, she waved her hand, “Anyway, I won’t go up.”

“I don’t want to be beaten up again,” Meng Yeran supported herself with Hilda, hissing softly when her fingertips touched the wound on her lip.

“Then let’s go back to the villa,” Hilda said, “Tonight we can try your Chinese Chongqing hot pot. I’ve already asked someone to transport the ingredients over, but you need to open a permission for the things to enter the island.”

The Aniels Islands were private islands, and the airport tarmac inside was also private. If it was to be used for non-travel purposes, Hilda’s plane could only enter after private permission.

None of them had any objections. Being able to eat hot pot in the cold Arctic Circle was definitely enjoyable enough.

Six people in two cars quickly returned to the villa from the boxing gym. The originally empty villa instantly became lively because of their arrival.

Song Ji’an, Allie, and Meng Yeran, who had gone on stage to work up a sweat, went upstairs to take a bath first, while the remaining few simply stayed downstairs to prepare the hot pot.

The villa had three floors. Song Ji’an and Sheng Jia’s rooms were on the third floor, where Dong Zhen also stayed. The remaining three lived on the second floor.

When Song Ji’an came out of the bathroom, drying her hair, Sheng Jia, who should have been downstairs, was now on the sofa in her room. Song Ji’an paused in her action of drying her hair, then walked to the drawer next to her to take out a hair dryer, complaining, “You don’t even knock before coming in? You just come in like that?”

“Then you can also come into my room without knocking,” Sheng Jia replied.

She put away the key she had been playing with in her palm. Her eyes were dark as she looked at her palm, then looked up at Song Ji’an, “As long as you’re willing.”

“Are you Sheng Jia?” Song Ji’an was a little surprised. “Were you possessed by a siren from the Arctic Ocean?”

She didn’t think Sheng Jia could say such a thing. After all, the former Sheng Jia guarded her personal privacy very tightly. How could she allow someone to enter her private space? On the other hand, Song Ji’an didn’t care much about this, because she didn’t have that many secrets. It was no big deal for familiar people to enter her room and wait for her to finish something, as long as they didn’t touch her things. The current Sheng Jia was clearly within the scope of acquaintances.

This was perhaps also a tacit understanding between the two. She dared to come in like this because she knew that Song Ji’an wouldn’t be angry about it. But before this, Sheng Jia had never crossed this line. Every time she looked for Song Ji’an, she would politely knock on her door and wait for her to open it. If Song Ji’an had something to do, she would return to her own room and wait.

Today was a bit out of the ordinary.

“Was hitting Meng Yeran a few punches enough for you today?” Sheng Jia didn’t answer her question, only asked, “Before coming here, weren’t you still threatening to beat her up badly?”

Song Ji’an plugged in the hair dryer and said in a light tone, “You just reached a cooperation with Hilda. If you want to help Hilda gain a foothold in the country without offending the Meng family, then you can only choose to bring Hilda and the Meng family together for cooperation.”

“Now, what I do is equivalent to what you do. Meng Yeran’s attitude is the key to this matter, so I have to be a little lenient, so it’s convenient for you to negotiate in the future.”

“When did you figure it out?” Sheng Jia got up and walked behind her. She looked at the overlapping figures in the mirror. “You let Meng Yeran go just for this?”

“When do you think I figured it out?” Song Ji’an chuckled briefly. “Hitting her lightly or heavily is about the same. No matter what, I just need to vent my anger.”

“Your anger is pretty easy to quell,” Sheng Jia lowered her eyes and took the hair dryer from her hand. She simply pressed her down on the chair, raised her hand, and stroked the ends of her still dripping hair.

“What are you doing?” Song Ji’an was startled by her unusual action. She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but she was held down by another hand on her shoulder. She could only feel Sheng Jia’s calloused fingertips moving between her scalp and hair, bringing a burst of tingling sensation.

“This time, I owe you one,” the sound of the hair dryer was too loud, and Sheng Jia could only lean over and amplify her voice in her ear, “Actually, you don’t have to compromise yourself for my benefit.”

Song Ji’an’s ears twitched, and she didn’t think about getting up again. She only said, “But aren’t we partners? Isn’t it normal to think about each other’s interests?”

“Is that so?” Sheng Jia chuckled upon hearing this. “No wonder Meng Yeran said you were kind.”

This sentence was very low, so low that Song Ji’an could only turn her head and ask, “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” Sheng Jia only replied softly.

There was no more conversation in the room. The hot wind from the hair dryer, mixed with the scent of shampoo, blew on her face. Song Ji’an, sitting in the armchair, actually felt drowsy for the first time in a long time.

Sheng Jia lowered her eyes and looked at her still dark and thick hair, her movements becoming a little lighter.

She never denied that there were conflicts between Song Ji’an and herself. Even before this, they were still so tense. But Song Ji’an always seemed to be able to put aside all the malice she had or once had towards her, and treat everyone with a fair attitude.

Towards Sheng Jia, after cooperating with her, she began to have the awareness of a partner, helping her handle this business without any selfishness.

Towards Meng Yeran, she was also just handling her gently, just to vent her anger.

Why could she treat them so calmly?

Even Sheng Jia herself sometimes couldn’t treat her calmly.

Sometimes she really wanted to see what Song Ji’an’s selfishness was.

This was also the reason why she was so impatient to come in and question her this time.

Sheng Jia knew that her behavior was particularly abnormal, but at this moment, she didn’t want to suppress those complicated emotions.

The wet hair in her palm gradually became dry. Sheng Jia used a comb to tidy it up for her. The room quieted down, and the noisy sound of the hair dryer was gone.

Song Ji’an felt the slight coolness behind her neck. She shrank forward, avoiding the touch of the comb, but in an instant, a warm hand clasped her skin, dissolving her momentary evasion.

It felt even stranger.

Song Ji’an blinked and suddenly slapped away Sheng Jia’s hand.

“I’ll do it myself,” she took the comb, somewhat mechanically combing from top to bottom. When she looked at herself in the mirror again, she realized that her ear tips were red at some point.

Perhaps the atmosphere at the moment was a bit strange.

Sheng Jia took two steps back and sat back on the sofa. From this angle, she could only see half of Song Ji’an’s profile. Probably sensing the other’s discomfort, Sheng Jia quickly withdrew her gaze.

“Song Ji’an, this is the key to my room,” she put a key on the table. Her voice only came after a soft, crisp sound, “Since you said you want to think about your partners, then on this trip, I won’t have any secrets from you until we return to China.”

Song Ji’an didn’t respond quickly. She was looking at her own inscrutable expression in the mirror. She was also asking herself whether to accept Sheng Jia’s overtures and this increasingly intimate relationship that might still have a lot of conflicts.

But in the end, without any sarcasm or rebuttal, she put down the comb and only said softly, “Okay.”

Through the mirror, she suddenly saw Sheng Jia’s slightly raisedzuǐ jiǎo, corner of the mouth.

Perhaps on this trip to the Arctic Circle, Sheng Jia had achieved another one of her goals.

In Jingjiang, their relationship was suppressed, and they were never willing to face each other. But when they were on the distant other side of the ocean, perhaps they could forget the conflicts, forget the suppression, and simply be Sheng Jia and Song Ji’an, with unparalleled tacit understanding and infinite possibilities.

It was precisely because she understood what Sheng Jia was doing that Song Ji’an forced herself to face her inner self.

It turns out, she’s willing to abandon everything for this kind of revelry.

It was as if the dream from her youth had not ended.

Sheng Jia lay on the armrest of the sofa, raised her hand to wipe away the remaining dust on it, and said, “But I think you were a little wrong just now. Hilda probably also knows that I can’t easily offend the Meng family for her sake, so finding a way to make the two families cooperate and win-win will be my choice.”

“On this point, we feel that we have taken advantage of Hilda, and Hilda may also be using us.”

Song Ji’an was slightly stunned, rarely a bit confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you know if there are conflicts between Hilda and Meng Yeran?” Sheng Jia remembered the shock she had received in the boxing gym and became a little interested.

“I saw a little, but what are their conflicts?” Song Ji’an asked innocently at this time, still unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

Sheng Jia laughed, “Hilda, Meng Yeran, Valma, an unstable triangle relationship.”

Song Ji’an:?

Song Ji’an tentatively said, “Can I ask for the specifics?”

Sheng Jia touched her chin and summarized, “I suspect that Hilda may have had a fight with Meng Yeran because of Valma, and after Meng Yeran returned to China, she discovered that Valma, whom she didn’t care about, had revealed the blue ocean project she was optimistic about to Hilda, so that Hilda brought Opter’s funds into the domestic market.”

Sheng Jia seriously suspected that Meng Yeran probably had the mentality of watching the fun and wanted to support Valma and Hilda to fight among themselves, but was instead tricked by the two sisters, bringing a wolf into the house.

No matter how serious Hilda and Valma fight, it is not impossible for them to turn their guns and unite against the outside world.

If Sheng Jia’s guess was correct, then it would not be easy to get Meng Yeran to easily agree to cooperate with Hilda now.