Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 245 Please Let Me Free a Meal 14

After Song Xianyin finished dinner, Gao Zeming took her home.

On the way back to Song Xianyin's house, Gao Zeming kept trying to find topics to talk about.

But he wasn't a talkative person to begin with, and the topics he came up with were increasingly awkward, to the point that even the bodyguard driving the car couldn't take it anymore.

"Mr. Gao, you've had a lot of broken-down cars lately." Song Xianyin sensed the awkward atmosphere and started trying to start a conversation.

Gao Zeming subconsciously replied, "Yeah, because you were coming, I brought all those people's broken cars over."

"Huh?" Song Xianyin looked at him with a blank expression.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Xianyin gave a few dry laughs: "I see. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Gao."

Gao Zeming was silent for a moment, then forced a smile: "It's not hard work. I didn't tow the car here; I had them tow it."

The bodyguard, listening to their conversation, really wanted to shake Gao Zeming's shoulder and ask, "President, what's wrong with you?!"

He glanced at the rearview mirror with exasperation, and seeing the vast distance between them, he was speechless again.

"How is your father's health?" Gao Zeming promptly changed the subject.

Song Xianyin answered sincerely, "I don't know. I haven't been back to see him, but my brother goes back to his hometown from time to time."

Gao Zeming nodded thoughtfully: "Then the father and son have a pretty good relationship."

"Haha." To avoid sounding cold, he deliberately chuckled a few times.

Song Xianyin couldn't help but laugh out loud; Gao Zeming was really acting strangely today.

"It's alright, neither of us really likes him."

Gao Zeming fell silent again. How could someone not get to the point in every word?

On the rest of the journey, he kept sighing silently, feeling like the stupidest person in the world.

A few days later, Gao Zemin invited Song Xianyin to a dinner party.

Song Xianyin has gone from being confused at the beginning to being very capable now.

She knows which pastries are the best, and she knows which side has the freshest food—valuable experience she's gained from attending so many banquets.

But perhaps because it had been so long since Gao Zeming had attended a banquet, Gao Zeming seemed particularly nervous the whole way.

Especially when I saw her wearing a formal dress.

“If you’re not feeling well, we’ll head back early.” Gao Zeming glanced at Song Xianyin beside him.

She hadn't said a word from the very beginning.

During this time, many people tried to talk to Gao Zeming, but he had no interest in it at all; he was in a state of panic.

"Mr. Gao, regarding our previous collaboration..."

Gao Zeming didn't listen. He looked at Song Xianyin in the opposite corner, who was really enjoying her meal.

Gao Zeming lowered his head, thinking that he shouldn't bring her next time, as he was afraid she would feel uncomfortable.

Just then, he saw a tall figure standing in front of Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin looked somewhat surprised, while Gao Zeming watched as the man he had introduced to Song Xianyin earlier smiled and said something to her.

Gao Zeming's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"Mr. Gao, are you free tomorrow night? We haven't had a drink in a long time."

Gao Zeming felt extremely uncomfortable looking at the two people chatting and laughing opposite him.

He walked directly in Song Xianyin's direction.

The man was rambling on and on. He paused for a moment, then quickly followed him.

"Mr. Gao, what's wrong? Do you have other dinner engagements? We can reschedule for another time."

Gao Zeming couldn't listen to any more of this now.

“Miss Song, I’ve heard so much about you. Gao Zeming used to praise you to me a lot, and even asked me to teach you some things. He thought you’d want to study design,” the man said with a gentle smile.

He agreed, but nothing came of it.

Song Xianyin smiled sheepishly: "I did have that idea before, but I quickly gave up on it. I didn't expect Mr. Gao to specifically ask you about it."

The man chuckled softly, "He's always so concerned about your affairs; this is the first time I've seen him like this."

"Miss Song, which direction are you planning to develop in now?"

Song Xianyin hesitated whether or not to speak.

"What are you talking about? You seem to be having a lot of fun." A voice suddenly interrupted.

Both of them stared blankly at Gao Zeming, who had suddenly appeared.

"We didn't say anything, just exchanged pleasantries."

Gao Zeming looked at him warily. What was there to say?

"Don't you not know her?"

The man looked at him speechlessly: "What do you mean you don't recognize me? Didn't you keep telling me about Miss Song?"

Gao Zeming also told him not to be too irritable when teaching her, and now he's saying he doesn't know her.

An eerie atmosphere descended upon the three of them.

Song Xianyin looked at Gao Zeming, then at the man, and was momentarily confused.

Looking at Gao Zeming's expression, the man immediately understood.

His lips twitched. "Since I'm so unpopular, I'll take my leave now. Miss Song, you can come to me if you need any help in the future."

Song Xianyin smiled politely and said, "Thank you."

After the man left, Gao Zeming said sourly, "If he can help you, so can I."

Song Xianyin didn't know what to say, so she gave him a dry smile and said, "Thank you too, Mr. Gao."

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Gao Zeming had been acting strangely lately, and he was always peeking at her. She had caught him peeking at her several times already.

But Gao Zeming wasn't embarrassed at all when she caught him peeking; he simply looked away calmly.

Has she looked strange lately?

After Gao Zeming took Song Xianyin home, he felt extremely regretful.

He shouldn't have introduced those people to her in the first place.

Why didn't he think of that back then? Those people may look respectable, but they're actually rotten to the core, just like him.

He wouldn't hurt Song Xianyin, but who knows if those people would hurt her?

Gao Zeming said to the bodyguard with a serious expression, "Keep an eye on them."

The bodyguard looked at the list on the table: "Yes, boss."

Don't think he doesn't know what the boss is thinking.

The bodyguard, very astutely, asked, "President, should we tell them not to get close to Miss Song?"

Gao Zeming took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Isn't it true that I don't want them to get close to Miss Song? Am I that kind of person?"

"What I mean is that you must protect Miss Song and not let her be bullied."

The bodyguard choked up. Wasn't this the same thing?

The boss was just afraid that Miss Song would fall for those people, wasn't he? He was the one who introduced these people to Miss Song in the first place, so that she would stop loving her so-called ex-boyfriend.

Who knew things would develop to this point?

"What did the president do this time?" As soon as the bodyguard stepped out of the study, the others surrounded him.

"The boss told us to keep an eye on these people."

The other bodyguards also fell silent. So this is what it means for the boss to like someone. It seems a bit neurotic.