It's Not About Breaking Up Anymore

"Song Liangjiang, are you out of your mind?"

If the car hadn't stopped in time, she would have been knocked to the ground and ended up in the hospital.

Did this woman have a brain?

Song Liangjiang was suddenly dumbfounded by his yells. Through their recent interactions, she could tell if Chu Jingmo was really furious. For instance, he was livid now.

The car had just begun to move. As long as the driver stepped on the brakes, it wouldn't hurt her. Why was he so angry?

Rich people were indeed pretentious and afraid of death.

"I'll go to Country M with you!" Song Liangjiang didn't have time to dwell on his anger and rattled off quickly.

After running all the way down, she was sweating profusely. She panted heavily as she spoke.

Chu Jingmo stared at Song Liangjiang, who was panting. He rolled up the window and instructed Li Chuan to drive off.

"Hey…" She watched as he left and she kicked the air gloomily. "Is he a man? He is so petty."

Chu Jingmo was so furious that his head was pounding. He had never met such a brainless woman.

How the hell had she survived this long?

Li Chuan also found it incredible. Every time the president saw Miss Song, he would be so angry that he would be left speechless. Yet every time, he would take the initiative to meet her. Was there something wrong with him?

But he didn't dare to utter a word.

Song Liangjiang had no idea if Chu Jingmo had agreed or not, but his final expression just now seemed as though he wanted to devour her.

After Song Liangjiang returned, she contacted Professor Cheng and told him what had happened.

"I don't think Chu Jingmo really wants to attract bids. He merely wanted to pull his third uncle down, so there's no need for us to continue."

"I've told you about the Chu Corporation's situation before. The Chu Corporation wants to break through the situation. Firstly, they have to create another legend like Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets. Secondly, it's to make a breakthrough in their existing style. Chu Jingmo is also looking for new designers. Perhaps the breakthrough is what he wants. After all, Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets has completely become a thing of the past."

Song Liangjiang leaned back in her chair and looked at the design on her sketchbook. It was just a corner of the ceiling, but it was already extremely complicated.

"I've checked all the hotels and resorts constructed under the Chu Corporation. They covered almost all the popular elements from ancient to modern times. It's basically impossible to innovate." Therefore, Chu Jingmo would most likely lose this bet.

Song Liangjiang rocked her chair and looked at the ceiling. "The Chu Corporation has gathered all the popular elements. If we do the opposite and incorporate some less popular elements or styles, perhaps there will be a different outcome?"

She suddenly dropped the legs of the chair. "I understand."

She knew how to go about designing.

Song Liangjiang's mind had begun to race, while Little Rice Ball was a little hesitant at the other end. His mommy's boyfriend suddenly became her husband, and the illegitimate sons suddenly became legitimate. The problem had changed completely.

It's not about breaking up anymore.

"Little Rice Ball, what's wrong?" Little Rice Bun realized that his younger brother was a little unhappy, so he abandoned his other friends and came over to accompany him.

Little Rice Ball looked at his innocent older brother. "Don't meet that uncle again. We have to listen to Mommy."

"But didn't you say that we would have yummy food when we meet that uncle? And he promised us." Little Rice Bun didn't want to give up the yummy food. Mommy wouldn't even let him eat that much.

"Then you don't want to listen to Mommy anymore?" Little Rice Ball used the name of the most important person to them. Little Rice Bun immediately obeyed him. Mommy was more important than food.

Seeing that his brother was obedient, Little Rice Ball was relieved.

When school was about to end, Little Rice Bun suddenly had a stomachache. The teacher took him to the bathroom, while Little Rice Ball sat outside playing with the Rubik's cube in his hand, to pass the time.

When Chu Jingmo came in with the box of pastries, he spotted Little Rice Ball playing with the Rubik's cube. For a moment, he was a little taken aback. After all, Little Rice Bun's IQ was really…

While Little Rice Ball was playing with the Rubik's cube, he felt someone coming towards him. When he saw Chu Jingmo, he was clearly stunned for a moment. His stunned expression was exactly the same as Little Rice Bun's.

Little Rice Ball moved his lips and quickly said, "Uncle, are you here to look for me?"

Chu Jingmo placed the pastry box beside him. When the surrounding staff realized that the child knew this person, they dropped their guard and continued with their work.

"I brought the delicious food I promised you." Chu Jingmo squatted down and reached out to stroke his little head. "Playing with the Rubik's cube?"

Little Rice Ball rolled his eyes discreetly at Chu Jingmo, but when he turned around, he feigned a look of surprise. "Wow, thank you, Uncle. Bye bye, Uncle."

Chu Jingmo raised his eyebrows slightly. Was he being chased away?

Little Rice Ball kept glancing at the bathroom, silently begging him to leave quickly. If he didn't, his brother would come out.

Chu Jingmo looked at the time and was about to say something when Li Chuan came in to remind him that it was almost time for the meeting. He suppressed his urge to ask if he had been to the Chu residence and rose to leave.

Little Rice Ball let out a small breath. He was so worried.

Little Rice Bun came out of the bathroom holding his stomach. He looked tired. "Little Rice Ball, my stomach hurts."

"You've had too many cupcakes. You'll be fine if you don't eat them." Little Rice Ball went over to hold his brother's hand and looked back at the pastry box. "Teacher, someone just gave you cakes. Grandma is here to pick us up. Bye bye, Teacher. Brother, say goodbye to Teacher."

With his brother holding his hand, Little Rice Bun waved and leaned weakly on his shoulder. "Bye bye, Teacher."

The teacher who was suddenly given pastries was speechless…

Little Rice Bun was fatigued and quiet. Even cakes couldn't make him happy now.

When they reached home, he started clamoring for their mommy to kiss and hug him.

Song Liangjiang hugged him and asked Little Rice Ball, "What did he eat? Why did he suddenly have a stomachache?"

Little Rice Ball put his bag away and looked at his whiny brother. "He ate many cakes. Someone gave them to us."

"I didn't eat many cakes," Little Rice Bun whined, remembering to protest feebly.

Little Rice Ball glanced at his brother but didn't comment. Instead, he took out his Rubik's cube and continued to play with it.

Song Liangjiang clicked her tongue and pinched Little Rice Bun's chubby face. "You forgot all about Mommy when there's delicious food?"

Little Rice Ball looked up at his mother. That wasn't the point right now…

"The tasty cakes from the rich…"

"Mommy, do you need to take Brother to the hospital?"

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital!" Little Rice Bun instantly forgot what he was going to say. He made a fuss about not going to the hospital. "I don't want needles! No hospital!"

Song Liangjiang cuddled him and coaxed, "Do you still dare to eat so much in the future?"

Little Rice Bun lay in his mommy's arms and whined, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Mommy, are you going away again?" Little Rice Ball asked when he noticed his mommy's suitcase by the wall.

But he remembered her saying that she wouldn't be leaving for a while.