Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man Chapter 1215: Want to Make Friends with Su Wen

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1215: Want to Make Friends with Su Wen

Lu Jianan felt very complicated for a moment.

“You thought of that too?”

Lu Jianan nodded, “Yeah! The weight of Song Jinyan giving up on her is too much for Song Zishan to bear. Even with Grandpa Song and Grandma Song protecting her, it’s useless. Grandpa Song has long relinquished power and won’t interfere with his eldest grandson anymore. Grandma Song is very kind to her, but she’s in poor health; n.o.body will allow outside troubles to bother Grandma Song.”

Anyone with eyes knew that now and in the future, the person in charge of the Song family would only be Song Jinyan.

“Right, I heard something else too, Song Zishan got beaten up by the employees at Fas.h.i.+on Pa.s.sion Magazine Agency.”

“What?” Lu Jianan thought she had heard wrong, “How is that possible?”

“Just got beaten, with a bruised and swollen face. The magazine agency collapsed, the employees lost control of their emotions, and instead of calming them down, she added fuel to the fire and ended up being punched and kicked on the floor of the office. I guess Song Zishan won’t be appearing in public for the next two months.”

With a face swollen like a pig’s head, how could she face anyone?

Lu Jianan was speechless for a long time, unable to utter a word.

“Anyway, I advise you, Song Zishan has never seen you as a friend. You shouldn’t keep considering her feelings, and even if she takes the initiative to look for you and apologize to you in the future, you should not forgive her. Otherwise, you will suffer a great loss.”

Xu Junfeng said as he picked up his bag, stood up, and waved nonchalantly, “I’m off, do you need a ride?”

“No need, my place is very close. I’ll walk back.”

The two left the small restaurant, each donning a warm scarf and putting on a cotton jacket and down coat. The New Year was approaching, and the Capital had already turned into a white world, with spa.r.s.e snowflakes beginning to fall from the sky again.

The roads were icy and slippery, and one had to walk very cautiously.

Lu Jianan glanced at Xu Junfeng’s black high-top boots with a bit of envy—they were stylish, cool, warm, and slip-resistant.

“Which brand are those shoes? Where did you buy them?” she wanted to buy a pair for herself.

“From the Su family, not for sale to the public. I heard they were made for their family members to wear, and they specifically sent pairs to me and Dong Na.” Compared to bags, he preferred shoes, and he was extremely satisfied with the pair he had on his feet.

“They’re nice.” Lu Jianan envied them tremendously, and she sighed, “I really want to make friends with Su Wen!” After she sighed, she realized what she had said and immediately shut her mouth.

The reason she had ended up in these straits with Song Zishan was precisely because Song Zishan suspected she had become friends with Su Wen, wasn’t it? She didn’t know what else to say; thinking about it now, she might as well have truly befriended Su Wen!

At least she wouldn’t have been wronged for nothing.

She did indeed admire Su Wen.

“Then you might as well make friends with Su Qing!”

Xu Junfeng, unaware of the complexities in her mind, said directly, “The Su family’s designs and productions are all managed by Su Qing. Su Wen was involved in the early stages before we went to do the photo shoot, but later on, everything was handled by Su Qing alone. She has a real gift in matching, aesthetics, and design—she can turn very ordinary items into something extraordinary.”

“Really? I haven’t heard about her before.”

“Su Qing is the second daughter of the Su family, very low-key, but very dedicated and extremely demanding in her work. Overall, I’ve found that the Su sisters are all pretty impressive, and you’ll be hearing more and more about them in the future.”

Xu Junfeng had become a spokesperson for the Su family, collaborating a lot with their studio, and through frequent interactions, they had become friends. Their relations.h.i.+p was good, so naturally, he knew more than outsiders.