PNB Chapter 52 She Turns Around When Others Pick Up Food
Chapter 52 She Turns Around When Others Pick Up Food
"It seems Miss Song is still angry about yesterday's incident." Lin Jingye frowned in thought. "Then I'll call her over now to apologize to you."
"No need," Song Qianyi quickly refused.
Originally, her relationship with Lin Wanqing was just a verbal exchange, and there was no real damage to their relationship. Lin Jingye's initiative to apologize was already beyond her expectations, so how could she possibly send someone to come in person?
This makes her seem aggressive.
Helpless, Song Qianyi could only say, "Then I'll contact you again at noon."
Lin Jingye agreed.
Song Qianyi took two steps out, then turned back: "After you've eaten, how you handle this matter is your business. Don't bother me."
She really couldn't like this father and daughter; the younger one's cunning was all on the surface, while the older one's cunning was all hidden inside.
Having agreed, Song Qianyi wouldn't break her promise and went to the hotel's private room at noon.
As she pushed open the door and went inside, the smile on her face froze for a moment.
Ji Jingshen sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed with impatience. Hearing the noise at the door, he looked up and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
Song Qianyi stood at the door without moving.
Lin Jingye stepped forward with a smile and said, "I thought Miss Song and President Ji were friends, so I took the liberty of organizing this gathering. Miss Song won't mind, will she?"
Song Qianyi shook her head and walked over to sit down in the seat furthest away from Ji Jingshen.
She shouldn't have agreed to the meal.
Lin Jingye, however, gestured for her to sit next to Ji Jingshen.
"I'm sorry, I'm allergic to that area," Song Qianyi refused.
Ji Jingshen chuckled cryptically, “Precious!”
“Not as good as President Ji.” Song Qianyi retorted without holding back.
She stopped looking at Ji Jingshen and asked Lin Jingye, "When does it start?"
The tension between the two was palpable. Lin Jingye was momentarily unsure whether it was right to put them together, so he forced a smile and had the dishes served.
The door opened, but instead of a waiter, it was Lin Wanqing, who was dressed up meticulously, who entered.
She walked in and sat down next to Ji Jingshen, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear with one hand, her smile sweet and playful: "Sorry I'm late."
Song Qianyi's gaze swept over Lin Jingye and his daughter Lin Wanqing.
Is this an apology or an attempt to annoy her?
Ji Jingshen did not respond. Lin Wanqing bit her lower lip, feeling embarrassed, and turned to Song Qianyi, saying, "Miss Song, my father has specially prepared a good meal to apologize to you. Please don't take yesterday's matter to heart."
Song Qianyi curled her lips into a smile.
That's really unpleasant to hear.
It was clearly Lin Jingye who asked to cough lightly as an apology, but Lin Wanqing made it sound like she was being unreasonable.
Moreover, she was never really upset because of those few words she exchanged with Lin Wanqing.
This is a roundabout way of saying that she is unreasonable and domineering!
With a cold snort, Song Qianyi turned her head. "Which thing from yesterday? The things we talked about during the day, or the things that happened at the hotel last night? I'd forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it."
"You went to a hotel last night?" Lin Jingye's expression had already turned sour when Lin Wanqing came in, and now, upon hearing Song Qianyi's words, he almost lost his composure.
Lin Wanqing avoided eye contact, not daring to look at her father.
Fortunately, the waiter brought in the dishes, breaking the awkward atmosphere. Lin Wanqing asked the waiter to bring another set of bowls and chopsticks and took the initiative to introduce the dishes to Ji Jingshen. Apart from the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, the only sound in the private room was Lin Wanqing's voice.
When Song Qianyi looked up, she could see the two of them sitting together. Ji Jingshen's face remained as calm as ever, and it was unclear whether he had heard Lin Wanqing's words.
Lin Wanqing, on the other hand, leaned closer to Ji Jingshen as she spoke.
As the distance between the two drew closer, Song Qianyi's eyes practically blazed with fury.
She simply lowered her head and buried herself in her rice.
Out of sight, out of mind.
The hotel not only serves excellent breakfasts, but also very good main meals, featuring fresh and delicious wild mountain delicacies that retain their original flavor.
Just as Song Qianyi was about to pick up another bite with her chopsticks, the round table in front of her spun around, and the dish passed right in front of her.
On the other side of the round table, Lin Wanqing was introducing to Ji Jingshen: "This is stir-fried with seasonal vegetables grown by farmers in the mountains. It's refreshing and delicious. Mr. Ji, please try it."
She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and placed it in the small bowl in front of Ji Jingshen.
Ji Jingshen gave a lazy reply and lifted his eyelids to look at Song Qianyi.
The person who ignored him this morning is now glaring at him angrily, looking rather cute, like a little pufferfish.
A slight smile curved his lips as he turned slightly to the side, creating some distance between himself and Lin Wanqing.
"Miss Lin, there's no need to trouble yourself."
Pretending!
Song Qianyi cursed inwardly, lowered her head, and reached for another dish with her chopsticks.
The round table started spinning again.
"Mr. Ji, if you don't want to eat vegetables, you can try this chicken. It's free-range chicken from the mountains, with firm but not dry meat. It's fresh, fragrant, spicy, and goes very well with rice."
Lin Wanqing had almost half her body turned towards Ji Jingshen.
Song Qianyi's grip on the chopsticks tightened slightly.
Perhaps this is just a coincidence?
She reached for her chopsticks again.
The round table started spinning again.
At the same time, Lin Wanqing's voice rang out from the other side of the round table: "President Ji."
As she spoke, she glanced at Song Qianyi, her expression full of provocation.
Song Qianyi finally realized that the other party had done it on purpose.
"Snapped!"
The chopsticks were slammed on the table, and the other three people present all looked at Song Qianyi.
"Since Miss Lin likes rotating tables so much, please don't sit down. Stand up, change into your waiter's uniform, and serve us wholeheartedly."
"Miss Song, what do you mean by this?" Lin Wanqing looked at Ji Jingshen with tears welling up in her eyes and said aggrievedly, "Mr. Ji, I think I've upset Miss Song again."
Song Qianyi sneered, not giving Ji Jingshen a chance to speak: "You turn the table when others start eating, is that how you learn table manners?"
Turning to Lin Jingye, she showed no mercy: "You said you were apologizing, but I haven't heard you bring it up since I came in. It seems you weren't sincere in your apology."
“Miss Song, it was my oversight. Please don’t be angry. It’s all Wanqing’s fault. I apologize to you,” Lin Jingye said immediately, his attitude extremely polite.
"You really should apologize. Go back and teach your daughter proper table manners. Since she likes turning tables so much, you could give her a job as a waitress. It's a waste of her talent to have her do human resources work."
Song Qianyi refused to accept Lin Jingye's moral blackmail, knowing that he was deliberately putting on a humble posture, using concessions and compromises to show his weakness in order to gain the sympathy of others.
But they were in the wrong, and they should apologize.
Therefore, she will not be led by the nose by them.
“Miss Song, I know you have a problem with me, but if you don’t give my father face, you should at least give President Ji face, right?” Lin Wanqing brought up Ji Jingshen when she saw that her father couldn’t get any benefits from Song Qianyi.
Song Qianyi sneered and looked at Ji Jingshen: "President Ji, do you have something to say?"
Ji Jingshen sat on the chair with his hands folded on his knees, a relaxed smile on his lips, and his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked back at Song Qianyi.
Stay out of it.
"What would you like me to say, Miss Song?"