Chapter 1225: Chapter 602: An Accidental Encounter with a Little Fan

The man’s body suddenly stiffened, his eyes fixed on her, his thin lips moved slightly, struggling to say a single sentence, "Song Xi, do you even have a heart?"

His voice was very hoarse, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Song Xi was stunned, completely unsure of what the man meant by this remark; she realized she had never really understood Jiang Yingjie.

Or perhaps, she had never seen through him.

Staring down at the teacup in front of her, Jiang Yingjie’s words ’Song Xi, do you even have a heart?’ echoed constantly in her mind until the bitter feeling in her heart became increasingly clear.

After a while, she released her grip on the cup, placed her hands on her knees, looked up at Jiang Yingjie opposite her, and with a faint smile, said, "Of course I have a heart; how could a person not have a heart? Without a heart, how could I be sitting here talking to you right now?"

Anything with life in this world has a heart.

Jiang Yingjie pressed his thin lips tightly together; he couldn’t believe Song Xi didn’t understand the meaning behind his words.

Song Xi was not stupid; otherwise, she wouldn’t have confessed to him, nor would they be together now.

Yet now, she’s pretending not to understand.

Suppressing the rage bubbling within him, Jiang Yingjie glared at her again with a profoundly dark gaze, his voice dripping with shadow as he almost spat out words, "The news story, it was you, wasn’t it?"

Song Xi’s brows furrowed slightly, then she laughed, avoiding the question by asking one in return, "What news story?"

Jiang Yingjie couldn’t help but clench his hand by his side; truth be told, he regretted asking the question the moment it left his lips. Didn’t their relationship crumble because of Tan Shuya?

Bringing up Tan Shuya again in front of Song Xi might only increase her resentment and disgust.

Moments ago, he had subconsciously thought that the incident had nothing to do with Song Xi, yet a voice in his head accused her of being behind it.

That’s why he impulsively asked.

Gazing at Song Xi’s delicate face filled him with frustration, but he had no choice but to continue the topic, directly asking, "Was it you who orchestrated the pictures of me and Tan Shuya?"

Song Xi’s eyes widened instantly, her gaze fixed on the man in front of her, then unexpectedly, she chuckled softly, speaking, "You think I did it?"

"Wasn’t it you?" the man reflexively countered.

Song Xi felt as if her heart had been cruelly stabbed.

In all the sorrows of one’s life, this might be the worst.

To be doubted by the man she loved so deeply was her greatest defeat.

Suddenly, she lost the desire to explain; she didn’t plan to explain. This time, she didn’t even want to sit there any longer and calmly told Jiang Yingjie, "Since you suspect it was me, admitting or denying seems insignificant. With suspicion in your heart, you must think I did it."

Jiang Yingjie’s throat felt blocked by cotton, horribly uncomfortable, unable to utter a single word.

Yet, Song Xi glanced at him calmly for a moment, then stood up, saying, "Jiang Yingjie, we’re completely done."

With that, she got up, picked up her sunglasses from the table, and walked toward the door.

Jiang Yingjie’s face turned as pale as a sheet from Song Xi’s words, his gaze remaining fixed on her departing silhouette, utterly dazed.

By the time he regained his senses and looked at the empty space ahead, Song Xi was long gone.

The man sat there, a faint self-mocking smile tugging at his lips, yet within his heart, there was more rage.

How could she? Decide when it’s over like that?

...

When Song Xi returned to the office, she received a call from Song Qiao, saying she wanted to take her to meet someone in the evening.

Song Xi didn’t refuse; she wanted to have a good talk with her sister, so she agreed to the plan, saying she’d go find her after finishing her work.

After hanging up the phone, she glanced at the sun overhead; her heart was more at ease than before, but at least the words had been said, and she didn’t want to keep entangling with Jiang Yingjie any longer.

Now that Jiang Yingjie had lost trust in her, she felt as if she had been slapped hard by reality.

Taking a deep breath, Song Xi was just about to walk into the building when a young girl blocked her path, her expression filled with excitement and eagerness, stammering slightly from excitement, "You... hello... are... are you Song Xi?"

Song Xi was wearing sunglasses, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, not branded, with her long hair loose.

Her gaze fell on the young girl before her, seeing the overwhelming admiration in her eyes. Glancing around, she noticed several more excited teenagers nearby, appearing to be high school students.

Song Xi suddenly recalled her own high school days when she had a fondness for a celebrity herself. Although she hadn’t been a crazy fan, she could relate to these fans.

Nodding, Song Xi naturally admitted, "Yes, I’m Song Xi. Is there something you need?"

The girl’s eyes lit up instantly, speaking with surprise, "You... are you really Song Xi?"

Song Xi nodded, patiently confirming, "Yes, I’m Song Xi."

The girl became even more excited, her eyes reddening slightly with emotion, bursting out, "Song Xi... I... I’m your fan and admirer, those... those girls over there are my classmates, and they’re also your fans and admirers, always so fond of you... We’ve even set up a support group for you, but we’ve never had the chance to meet you... Could you... could you bring us a signature?"

The girl struggled to speak fluently, overwhelmed by excitement.

Song Xi was slightly surprised but nodded naturally, "Of course, I can."

The girl quickly produced a notebook, and Song Xi noted that the cover was customized with her photo. As the girl flipped it open, Song Xi saw pages filled with her photos, including movie stills and portraits.

Preparing to sign with the girl’s pen, the young girl hesitantly asked, "Could you... write a few words of encouragement for me? We... we’re taking exams next year..."