Sister's Little Dog - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

My mind went completely blank. I stood frozen at the very back of the crowd, staring at Song Qiao’an.

I had heard of the so-called Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle before.

The Song Family was an old, powerful name in the Beijing Circle.

It was just that in recent years, internal fighting had led to one ridiculous move after another, and their business had been on a steady decline.

Just when everyone was speculating which newly risen family would take a bite out of the Song Family’s position, a young master suddenly emerged from the Song Family-one who could only be called a business prodigy.

Almost single-handedly, he arrested the Song Family’s downward spiral. After reorganizing that massive clan, he led it to even greater heights.

Because he was outstanding yet disliked showing off in public, people in the circle fawned over this Young Master Song to an extreme degree. Over time, half-jokingly, they began calling him the Crown Prince.

When I had first started clawing my way through the business world, I had heard his reputation too.

But because our fields did not overlap, and because he protected his privacy extremely well, I had never known what he looked like or what his name was. Naturally, it had never occurred to me that I might know him.

But…

The boyfriend in my memories was innocent and sincere, like a bright little flame.

The rumored Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle was cold, arrogant, and decisive to the point of ruthlessness.

Two people with personalities so close to opposite extremes simply could not merge into one in my mind.

Rubbing my temples, I tried sending a sticker to my boyfriend, who was still waiting for my reply.

Almost at the exact same time, the phone in the young man’s hand-surrounded as he was by a crowd treating him like the moon among stars-made a sound as well.

And with that, every excuse like “maybe they just look alike” was shattered to pieces.

I had not mistaken him for someone else.

That so-called “Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle” really was my boyfriend of three years, the one I had been planning to propose to.

Ever since I met Song Qiao’an, I had always thought he was an ordinary city youth from an ordinary family.

He had fallen for me at first sight when my alma mater invited me to give a speech as an outstanding graduate. The moment I stepped offstage, he had sneaked to the backstage area just to catch me when no one else was around and ask for my contact information.

Back then, Song Qiao’an had been wearing a pair of jeans washed almost white. His smile was shy, and he looked exactly like a poor student who had just graduated.

After we got to know each other, he left enough traces of his existence on my social media to be impossible to ignore, and wrote me love letters with all the earnestness of an elementary schooler chasing a crush. Somehow, he succeeded in leaving a deep impression on me.

During the six months he pursued me, not only did he send me a bouquet every day, he would also bring meals to my company every now and then, always after making sure he would not disturb me. He filled the emotional gap I had been carrying perfectly.

At the time, I had just dragged my company onto the right track, and my nerves had finally loosened. Little by little, I was moved by him, and so getting together felt like the natural next step.

Song Qiao’an rarely mentioned his family. Only when the topic was unavoidable would he vaguely say that his parents had died young and that things at home were not peaceful.

I thought my own family was more or less the same, and figured I should not poke at someone else’s wounds, so I never asked further.

Even when I faintly sensed that he was hiding something, I only thought that once he wanted to tell me, he would not be able to keep anything hidden.

But now that the identity card he had been hiding was flipped face-up, I finally realized this was truly one massive “surprise.”

I let out a cold laugh.

The commotion in the venue did not last long. The organizers quickly sent someone over to resolve the issue.

The person in charge apologized to Song Qiao’an repeatedly while having someone bend down and whisper something into the ear of the girl crying on the floor.

The girl, who had been refusing to get up, turned pale at once. She staggered to her feet, apologized quietly, and soon left the banquet.

From beginning to end, Song Qiao’an kept a cold expression. He did not speak, nor did he glance at anyone around him.

His head was lowered as he stared at his phone, as if he were guarding some precious treasure and could not bear to spare even a fraction of his gaze for anyone else.

It was not until the person in charge led a group of people away, saying they should sit in a private room ahead of time, that Song Qiao’an reluctantly tucked his phone into the pocket of his jacket. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he turned and left.

I looked at the clingy puppy act in our chat app, then at his tall, straight back.

Heh. Not bad, boyfriend. So many faces, huh? Playing the face-changing game with me?

With a cold smile, I put away my phone.

Recently, because business had been so busy, I had been feeling guilty for not spending more time with him.

But now…

Guilty? Guilty about what? Wasn’t he plenty busy every single day himself?

I downed three or four glasses of wine in a row before I barely managed to suppress the fire raging in my head.