Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 123 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 11

Ning Congwen knew about Song Xianyin's online activities, and he quietly looked at the messages Song Xianyin had sent on his phone.

What a coincidence, she hadn't sent him a text message with more than five words in a long time.

Song Xianyin was the most goal-oriented person he had ever met. She was very good at liking people, whether in person or by chatting on the phone.

But once she feels that the other person is no longer of any use to her, she will immediately abandon that person. All the comforting qualities she has about people suddenly disappear, leaving only aloofness and impatience.

Song Xianyin's personality is actually quite bad.

Ning Congwen lowered his eyes and replied coldly, "Is there something you need?"

Song Xianyin felt extremely upset when she saw the message Ning Congwen sent. This Ning Congwen was really annoying; his attitude was so cold.

Once she found out Jiang Fengyan's contact information, she would never speak to Ning Congwen again.

She no longer cares about online reputation. Whatever, her reputation has always been quite bad, but if she loses a large number of fans, she really won't be able to earn any money at all.

Ning Congwen did not accept Song Xianyin's invitation to dinner; instead, he asked her to accompany him to a banquet that day.

Song Xianyin knew that Ning Congwen owned many media outlets, and Ning Congwen also knew what she wanted to do by contacting him this time.

There wasn't enough time to prepare for Song Xianyin, but luckily she's a clothes hanger and looks good in anything.

Throughout the banquet, Song Xianyin appeared worried and showed little interest in the people present.

Ning Congwen seemed oblivious to the worry on her face, and led her around to greet people.

"Mr. Ning, can you help me..."

“Miss Song, please be patient. Can we talk about this after the banquet?” Ning Congwen interrupted her.

Song Xianyin's face darkened; she had absolutely no patience.

Just then, she saw a familiar figure suddenly appear not far away, and Song Xianyin's eyes lit up.

That was Jiang Fengyan.

The negative articles circulating online haven't stopped, and since she doesn't have a company, she can't imagine how many fans she'll lose if things continue like this.

She pulled away from Ning Congwen beside her and forced a smile: "I'm going to the restroom."

Ning Congwen's eyes curved into a smile as he said gently, "Go ahead."

No matter how beautiful Song Xianyin is, she'll still come to him for help when faced with this kind of situation. He likes to see her obediently staying by his side.

He doesn't like the feeling of being controlled by a woman.

Song Xianyin weaved through the crowd, refusing countless drinks as she anxiously searched for Jiang Fengyan.

At this time, the news about Song Xianyin was still spreading online.

[The gold digger hasn't posted on Weibo for several days; she must be scared. It's good that she knows she was wrong, so please don't push her too hard, okay?]

Does she know she's wrong? She doesn't think she's wrong at all; she's just afraid of not being able to make money anymore.

[You all know how much she cares about her makeup, so it's fine if she wiped it off. That girl even said it's okay.]

[You guys just keep spoiling her. It's one thing for her to look down on others, but she looks down on her fans? Do you even know whose money she's making?]

【Is this the first day you've met her? Are you ever going to stop? Wasn't her attitude good enough at the meet-and-greet? She was scared but still smiling! What do you want from her?!】

The music in the hall kept playing, but Song Xianyin didn't find it pleasant at all; she only found it annoying.

She has never had any musical talent and rarely listens to music. She doesn't have any hobbies, except for dressing up. Her family and friends often call her a pretty but shallow vase.

Song Xianyin walked into the corner and found Jiang Fengyan leaning against the wall smoking.

Upon seeing Song Xianyin, Jiang Fengyan showed no surprise. He stood tall and straight in front of the railing, the light from the cigarette in his hand flickering.

Song Xianyin looked at him with a sudden nervousness, and forced a surprised smile: "Mr. Jiang, what a coincidence."

Jiang Fengyan chuckled softly, looking at Song Xianyin, who was breathing lightly in front of him, with a hint of unrestrained interest on his face.

It seems they came for him.

He had noticed this woman long ago; she was Ning Congwen's companion last time, but her eyes seemed to pierce through him.

He narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

Song Xianyin cleared her throat and feigned an innocent expression: "Mr. Jiang, could you please not smoke? I can't stand the smell of smoke."

Jiang Fengyan probably prefers simple types.

Song Xianyin looked at Jiang Fengyan, who remained silent, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

She decided to continue with her plans.

"Oops!" Song Xianyin tripped accidentally.

Seeing that she was about to fall onto Jiang Fengyan, he caught her steadily and quickly let go of her.

The atmosphere between the two became awkward. Jiang Fengyan looked at the embarrassed Song Xianyin and kindly asked, "Do you want to fall again? You didn't look very good when you fell just now."

Song Xianyin gave a dry laugh: "Mr. Jiang really likes to joke."

Jiang Fengyan also laughed: "Miss Song's right profile is prettier. Perhaps when you fall, you can turn to the left to show off your superior right profile."

Song Xianyin: ...

Song Xianyin thought Jiang Fengyan was simply insane; her left cheek was clearly beautiful too.

She didn't want to talk about these messy things with Jiang Fengyan anymore.

She leaned against the railing, looking melancholy: "Mr. Jiang, seeing you is like seeing my former self."

“You give me a very special feeling. You seem lonely, but you actually have a lot of thoughts in your heart. It’s just that there are not many people around you who understand you.”

Jiang Fengyan raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "Oh?"

Song Xianyin gave a wry smile: "You and I are so alike. We both look unapproachable, but very few people can truly get close to us."

Jiang Fengyan looked down at Song Xianyin beside him. If she entered the entertainment industry, she would probably be criticized for her poor acting skills.

With red eyes, Song Xianyin wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled at him: "Mr. Jiang, may I have your contact information?"

She lowered her head somewhat shyly, but then suddenly mustered the courage to look at him again: "I want to understand you, I want to heal you, just like I healed myself before."

"I just saw you smoking here, and I felt like you were about to break. Could you give me a chance to get to know you?"

See the picture poorly.

Jiang Fengyan looked at Song Xianyin, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ms. Song, I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to me."

Song Xianyin nodded vigorously: "I have never met anyone so similar to me. Perhaps in some world, we are friends."

Jiang Fengyan stubbed out his cigarette and looked at her with a half-smile: "But Miss Song, aren't you Mr. Ning's companion? Does Mr. Ning know that you've come to see me like this?"

Song Xianyin felt annoyed at the thought of Ning Congwen. She smiled and said, "You misunderstand, Mr. Jiang. I have no relationship with Mr. Ning at all. It's just a business relationship. We're not even friends."

Jiang Fengyan raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? Then this Mr. Ning really has no sense of propriety."

His gaze passed through Song Xianyin and landed on Ning Congwen, who was standing behind her.