Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 143: Are You Going to Deny It?

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Are You Going to Deny It?

The next day, Song Xiaodong arrived at the club and went straight to Li Sijie’s office.

Li Sijie looked radiant and cheerful as she invited Song Xiaodong to sit down on the sofa.

Song Xiaodong asked with a grin, "President Li, you seem to be in a good mood today. Is there some good news?"

Li Sijie laughed lightly and said, "I have divorced Sun Dongming."

"Wasn’t he arrested?"

Li Sijie replied, "Yes, but I agreed not to pursue charges against him, so he might face a lighter sentence. Additionally, I agreed to give him one million, and he signed the divorce papers without hesitation."

Song Xiaodong’s lips twitched as he said, "You really are soft-hearted."

Li Sijie sighed and said, "After all, we were married once. Even if he was unkind, I can’t be unjust. Doing this, I feel better in my heart." She raised her arms, stretching them vigorously, and a smile returned to her face, "Now, I suddenly feel so much lighter. Without the constraints of family, I can spread my wings further and really make something of my club."

Song Xiaodong, smiling cheerfully, said, "Then I should congratulate you."

"You’ve been a great help during this time. Take a look at this, and if there are no issues, sign it. From now on, we’ll be partners."

Song Xiaodong took the stack of papers Li Sijie handed him, which was a shareholding agreement. It valued the club at ten million, with Song Xiaodong holding a ten percent stake. By the time of Chinese New Year, they would reassess the value of the club and then increase Song Xiaodong’s shareholding by one million.

The main idea was that the money saved on rent would be invested in the club as shares.

Song Xiaodong only glanced over the documents briefly, then quickly signed his name.

Li Sijie furrowed her brows and said, "Aren’t you being a bit hasty?"

Song Xiaodong smiled faintly and said, "Can’t I trust you? Besides, I never expected this money. You insisted on giving it to me. Even if you did deceive me, it wouldn’t matter."

Li Sijie was touched and responded, "You really don’t take money seriously."

"Money, well, you can’t bring it with you at birth or take it with you in death, as long as there is enough, that’s fine. Actually, President Li, I think you shouldn’t take earning money too seriously either. If you approach your business as a hobby, a pursuit, it might feel more relaxing. Otherwise, it’s just too exhausting. You’re a woman after all, what’s the use of earning so much money?"

Li Sijie lifted her chin proudly and said, "I just like doing this. Seeing more and more members in the club, that’s what makes me happy."

Song Xiaodong shrugged and said, "Well then, it looks like my shares might bring in a substantial dividend every year."

"Of course, I have to be responsible to the shareholders," said Li Sijie, showing a hint of smugness.

After some casual conversation, someone came in to see Li Sijie, and Song Xiaodong stood and left.

Upon reaching the third floor, he happened to see Miao Xuanxuan coming upstairs. Upon seeing him, excitement instantly lit up on Miao Xuanxuan’s face as she pulled Song Xiaodong into her dressing room.

"What’s the matter? So desperate?" Song Xiaodong asked with a chuckle.

"Desperate, my foot. It’s Miao Qingqing who’s desperate," Miao Xuanxuan said, giggling as she looked at Song Xiaodong.

"The way you’re looking at me gives me the creeps," Song Xiaodong said, taking a step back.

Miao Xuanxuan blinked and teased, "Hehe, keep pretending. Didn’t you go to a hotel with Miao Qingqing the day before yesterday?"

"What happened?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"What else could happen? My dad caught us in the act, and now Miao Qingqing can’t play innocent anymore. She kept denying your relationship, and now that she’s been exposed, I’ve had a good time despising her."

Song Xiaodong couldn’t help but snort with laughter, thinking about how Miao Qingqing had misled Miao Xuanxuan and Miao Qingyuan and couldn’t defend herself, wondering how frustrated she must have felt.

Miao Xuanxuan bumped Song Xiaodong with his shoulder and said, "Hey, should I start calling you brother-in-law now?"

"That... Let’s wait until your sister agrees, I daren’t admit it now."

"Come on, you two have been sneaking off to hotel rooms. Are you trying to hit it and quit it?"

"How could that be," Song Xiaodong shook his head.

Miao Xuanxuan glared at him and said, "Then what do you mean? Do you still want to play around with Miao Qingqing and treat her like ****? That’s pretty irresponsible, isn’t it?"

Song Xiaodong gave a smirk and said, "It depends on your sister."

"Hey, hey, what do you mean ’it depends on my sister’? Don’t you have any responsibility?"

Song Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your sister is a rich heiress. I’d like to marry her, but she has to be willing, doesn’t she?"

Miao Xuanxuan blinked and said, "You do have a point, but don’t worry!" He slapped Song Xiaodong’s shoulder forcefully and continued, "I’ll definitely help you out. My sister is one of those who would rather lose her life than her face. Unless you force her into the bridal sedan, she’ll never agree to marry you."

"Pfft!" Song Xiaodong burst out laughing, "So now we’re resorting to force."

"Heh heh, that’s just my sister’s stubborn nature, right? Otherwise, would she be awkward for so long and refuse to admit it?"

Song Xiaodong rubbed his nose, feeling the joke had gone a bit too far, and said, "Let’s just let things take their natural course, and you stop messing about."

"Do you have a plan?" Miao Xuanxuan’s eyes lit up, looking expectantly at Song Xiaodong.

"Xuanxuan, why the rush? Is there some problem I’m not seeing?" Song Xiaodong suddenly narrowed his eyes at Miao Xuanxuan and said, "You’re not waiting for us to want to be together and then claiming the person from two years ago was you, thinking that would be funny?"

"Tch, tch, tch! What an imagination you have. Go on dreaming! Miao Qingqing’s already slept with you, and you still can’t tell who it is?" Miao Xuanxuan rolled her eyes at Song Xiaodong.

Just then, Song Xiaodong’s phone rang. He saw it was He Wenbai calling and answered.

As soon as the call connected, He Wenbai asked anxiously, "Mr. Song, can you come to the hospital?"

"What’s up?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"We have an emergency patient here with traumatic brain injury. We’re considering craniotomy, but there’s not much hope. If we transfer to a bigger hospital, we might not have enough time. I hope you can come and save this person."

"Is this person worth saving?" Song Xiaodong asked flatly. Every day there were numerous critical patients in the hospital; he simply couldn’t attend to them all. Furthermore, his treatment method was quite strenuous. If it weren’t necessary, he really didn’t need to intervene.

"Worth it! Worth it! This is Shen Dongyang, Deputy Mayor Shen!"

Song Xiaodong frowned. He wasn’t particularly fond of these government officials.