Chapter 66 Luo Yunqing: I have a mouth, I will sue...

"They're already urging you to come to the company as soon as the holiday starts; Song Jingguo is certainly proactive."

Early in the morning, Pei Yanli prepared breakfast and helped him choose the clothes he would wear that day.

Since it's just an internship, it can't be too formal, but it also can't be too casual, giving the impression of being lax and unreliable.

After looking at countless items, I finally chose a black shirt and fastened it with a white Y-shaped hair clip. Then, I used hair gel to smooth back my stray hairs, revealing my smooth, fair forehead, which made me look more energetic.

Luo Yunqing closed her eyes and sat obediently, letting him do as he pleased: "He's afraid of giving people something to gossip about, especially about you."

His hand movements paused slightly.

After tidying her hair, Pei Yanli picked up a wet wipe from the table to clean her hands, then cupped his face in her hands. "It's partly my fault, and partly Song Moyan's fault."

Affected by the scandal before the Lunar New Year, the Song family has not recovered much in the past six months, as can be seen from their reports for the first two quarters.

In the past six months, Song Moyan's submitted results have remained lukewarm.

As the president of the Song Group, how could Song Jingguo not be anxious?

“You are already married to me.” Pei Yanli repeated her old tune: “Even if Song Moyan is useless, he will not easily hand over the Song family to you. After all, the risk is too great, and he is even more afraid that the Pei family will take advantage of it.”

"I know." Luo Yunqing finally snapped out of her daze and opened her eyes, drawing out her words lazily: "I am a stepping stone, a tool for Song Moyan to train... How many times have you said that?"

"You have to listen no matter how many times you ask." Pei Yanli squeezed his face together and leaned down to kiss him. "Maybe the targeting started the moment you stepped into the Song family's gate. You must be careful and on guard."

"Don't try to tough it out if something goes wrong, I'll take care of everything."

…………

I had expected that Song Moyan would do something incompetent.

He was even prepared to be ostracized, but he never expected them to pull this stunt at the last minute.

"Have you forgotten who I am?" Wang Yizhou stood up, gradually breaking through the social distance, getting closer and closer, looking him up and down as if admiring a beautiful product, and stood in front of him with his arms crossed: "We've met before, at the Pei family's old house."

"Oh—" Luo Yunqing took a step back, increasing the distance, and stated expressionlessly, "3.8 million."

Wang Yizhou: "..."

The atmosphere at the scene froze instantly.

The manager quickly stepped forward with a smile and introduced, "Young Master is new here and may not know yet. This is Mr. Wang Yizhou, the project manager of Ruiyao Technology."

"Mr. Wang, this is our..."

Turning his head, Luo Yunqing stared at him silently with her clear black and white pupils, making him feel a chill run down his spine. He swallowed the rest of his words, looked away, and decisively refused: "I can't take this project."

The relationship between the Pei and Wang families has reached a freezing point due to the divorce of the eldest son's wife.

How could he, as Pei Yanli's partner, discuss projects with the Wang family?

If this deal goes through, wouldn't he be in a lose-lose situation?

"You're not taking it?" Wang Yizhou turned around and sat back on the sofa, glancing at him from his feet to his face with interest. "If you're not taking it, then forget about this project. We don't need the Song family anyway."

Without the Song family, there are other companies eager to cooperate, and the only one who will suffer losses is the Song family.

No, to be precise, it was the other four people in charge of the project.

“We’ll take it! We’ll take it!” Sun Bin responded repeatedly.

Turning his head with a bitter face, he pleaded, "Young Master, you can't throw a tantrum at a time like this. Projects aren't something you can just take on because you feel like it, or not take on because you don't want to."

"First of all, I didn't throw a tantrum. Don't jump to conclusions and label me like that." Luo Yunqing was blunt and uncompromising, both internally and externally.

Sun Bin belatedly realized that this young master, who had been parachuted in and was not even 19 years old, had a much tougher temper than he had imagined.

But... no matter how tough he is, he's still a child who hasn't been through the trials of society.

“If you don’t want to take it, fine.” He didn’t insist anymore, but said, “This project is over. The other four are Duan Rong and Zhu Ziheng.”

He turned his head and called out to two employees in their early thirties, not lowering his voice at all: "You two pack up."

"Why, manager?"

"Didn't they say they'd give us a raise after this project was completed?!"

Sun Bin remained silent, only glancing at Luo Yunqing before saying to the two interns, "You've also been dismissed."

Luo Yunqing: "Threatening me?"

"How could that be?" Sun Bin said with a smile. "If this project doesn't work out, the company can't afford to keep idle people around."

"Manager." The man named Duan Rong immediately stepped forward, choking back tears, "My son is still sick."

Even if I get severance pay now, how long can it last? It's not like I can just find a job right away.

Sun Bin remained silent, only looking at Luo Yunqing.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

It was Luo Yunqing's refusal to take on the project that led to its abrupt cancellation, which naturally resulted in layoffs.

Duan Rong quickly understood his meaning and, forcing himself to speak, called out softly, "Young Master."

These wealthy people have no worries about making a living; they come and go as they please. They still rely on their meager wages to survive.

"Okay." Knowing how to use morality to blackmail him, that's clever. Luo Yunqing stared straight at Sun Bin and said, "I'll take it."

"That's right."

Wang Yizhou took out a cigarette, and someone quickly lit it for him. After taking a deep drag, he blew a smoke ring towards the delicious, soft rabbit.

He then gave Sun Bin a look.

Sun Bin understood immediately and raised his voice again: "Mr. Wang, it's rare for you to come all this way. We've already finished the first draft of the project, so why don't you take a look?"

Wang Yizhou glanced around with disdain: "Here?"

“Of course not, we booked a private room at Shanyue Winery this morning.” Sun Bin glanced at his watch. “It’s almost noon, Mr. Wang, would you do me the honor of having lunch together?”

"OK."

Wang Yizhou agreed without hesitation.

He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, walked to Luo Yunqing, and glanced down at Luo's collarbone, which was hidden by his collar. "Let's have dinner together and have a chat."

Luo Yunqing turned her head away and ignored her.

After walking away, he turned to look at Sun Bin, who was cooperating with the other side.

Everyone else should keep their eyes down and mind their own business, and quickly move away.

"Manager Sun, you have some impressive skills." Luo Yunqing couldn't help but applaud him. "If someone like you can be promoted to manager, I can roughly understand what's going on at Song's right now."

Sun Bin pretended not to understand him and smiled helplessly: "That's a client. There's no reason to offend a client."

“Is that so?” He lowered his hand and put one hand into his pocket. “You say he’s a client, then do you know who I am?”

Sun Bin maintained a smile throughout.

“I am the young master that the Song family found, and moreover, the acting head of the Pei family and Pei Yanli’s lover.” Luo Yunqing stepped closer and whispered, “Manager Sun, you’d better remember this debt. Let’s see if Song Moyan can protect you in the end.”

Try to outsmart him, or you'll end up crying on your knees.

He uttered those harsh words and strode away.

Sun Bin's half-permanent smile gradually faded, and he snorted softly at the departing figure, "You should take care of yourself first. After today, it's uncertain whether Master Pei will still want you."

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Mountain Moon Winery.

Although located in the city center where land is extremely valuable, the location is quite remote, with even the house number hidden in a winding alley.

But precisely because of its remote location, quiet and elegant environment, and strong privacy, it has become the preferred place for many business negotiations.

Appointments are not accepted at other times.

Luo Yunqing walked at the back, watching the group enter the private room led by the waiter. She then turned to the service counter and asked, "I am an employee of Song's. May I ask who made the reservation for room number 7?"

"Number 7? Please wait a moment." The receptionist opened the computer and scrolled the mouse up and down: "Yes... Mr. Sun Bin."

Luo Yunqing sighed and then asked, "When did he make the appointment?"

Three days ago.

"Three days... I see."

It seems that this plan started three days ago.

However, based on his understanding of Song Moyan, someone who could endure so much shouldn't have made it so obvious.

Isn't he afraid that he'll turn around and tell Pei Yanli about it?

"Hey? Isn't this my uncle?"

Just as I was wondering what was going on, a male voice suddenly broke into my ears.

Luo Yunqing turned around suspiciously. A handsome man was carrying a little girl in one arm and a lunchbox and a peony in the other.

The man was a stranger, but the little girl recognized him at a glance.

"Xiao Shuang!"

"Ah! It's Xiangxiang's grandpa."

As they approached, the little girl leaned out of her father Pei Songjin's arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Grandpa, it smells so good, so good."

What are you doing here?

"Mommy's up there!" The little girl stretched out her finger and poked upwards hard.

“Yuzhen… Xiaoshuang’s mother is the owner here.” Pei Songjin smiled and lifted her daughter onto his arm. “We’ve come to bring lunch to Mom.”

"meal!!"

"I see."

Luo Yun glanced at the flowers in his hand and then looked away.

Pei Songjin then asked, "What are you doing here, Uncle? Did you come for dinner?"

"almost."

"Then we won't bother you any longer. Come on, Xiaoshuang, say goodbye to your great-grandfather."

Goodbye, Grandpa!

Pei Songjin held her daughter's hand and waved as she watched the person walk away, murmuring in confusion, "Did she come with Second Uncle?"

"What is Daddy saying?"

Pei Songjin snapped out of her reverie and shook her head: "It's nothing, I was just wondering if Mom would like this flower."

"Mom will definitely love it since Dad gave it to her!"

Pei Songjin gently tapped her nose twice.

Just as I was about to go upstairs, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I saw a waiter leading two people, one in front and one behind, into private room number 8.

…………

Inside private room number 7.

Luo Yunqing was the last to arrive.

I pushed open the door and found there was another person there.

"Xiao Qing won't be upset that I came uninvited, will she?" Song Xuechen put down her cup and blinked innocently.

In an instant, all the things I couldn't understand became clear.

Luo Yunqing was wondering why Song Moyan was so eager to mess with her on her first day of internship; it turned out he was behind it all.

What is he doing here?

Seeing himself humiliated, he had no choice but to cater to and please Wang Yizhou for the sake of the project.

That would really disappoint him.

Luo Yunqing turned off her phone, which was on a call, and placed it on the table. "If I blame you, would you just leave?"

Song Xuechen's expression stiffened slightly.

He quickly acted as if nothing had happened, poured himself a full glass of Fenjiu, and said, "Xiao Qing, you're the last one to arrive. The last one has to punish himself with three drinks, right, Yi Zhou?"

“Yes.” Following his words, Wang Yizhou turned his head to Luo Yunqing, making no attempt to hide the desire in his eyes: “Punish yourself with three cups.”

Luo Yunqing: "I can't drink alcohol."

"Can't drink it?" Song Xuechen chuckled. "Then find someone to drink it for you, Yizhou, what do you say?"

"Finding someone to replace you is fine too."

Song Xuechen asked again, "Who would be more suitable to find?"

“Well…” Wang Yizhou glanced casually at the other members of the project team, then pointed at her: “Her.”

The only woman present, and one of the interns, was Ji Xiaoxiao.

When her name was called, Ji Xiaoxiao straightened her back forcefully, her face full of panic and helplessness, and looked to the other three for help.

However, no one stepped forward.

To them, Wang Yizhou was the client, and when the client spoke, they, the service providers, had no reason to refuse, except for that nepotism case that almost got them fired.

He was the one who started this whole thing; if he had just drunk it, everything would have been fine.

With nowhere to turn for help, Ji Xiaoxiao was so frightened she almost cried. Seeing that no one was there to help her, she could only slowly get up and take the wine.

Just as I mustered up the courage to gulp it down, a slender hand reached out and pressed down on the rim of the cup.

Ji Xiaoxiao: "Young Master?"

Luo Yunqing picked up the glass of wine, glancing discreetly at the phone lying face down on the table. "Am I really obligated to drink these three glasses?"

Song Xuechen: "You can let her drink it too."

"She's a girl, don't make things difficult for her. I'll drink." Luo Yunqing raised an eyebrow at him slightly, "Don't regret it."

Song Xuechen sneered inwardly: What does he have to regret?

The one who should regret it is Luo Yunqing.

Three cups of 66-proof Fenjiu liquor would make a non-drinker dizzy.

In the end, they'll be at our mercy, able to mold and manipulate us.

Song Xuechen subconsciously touched her arm, which was not yet fully healed, and coldly watched him drink one cup after another, a sense of pleasure welling up in her heart, her heart pounding wildly.

Luo Yunqing, you'll soon end up like me!

Once you've been with Wang Yizhou, let's see if Pei Yanli still wants you.

After three cups of Fenjiu, Luo Yunqing was almost unable to sit still and swayed as she leaned against the table.

"Oh my god, Xiao Qing really can't drink!" Song Xuechen exclaimed in shock. "I thought he was lying to us. What should we do, Yi Zhou? Maybe... I should help him get a room to rest."

Snap!

Luo Yun rested her face in her hand and tapped her phone with the other. "Alright. Let's end this charade here."

The two people opposite her exchanged a glance, and Song Xuechen almost couldn't hide the hatred in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What acting?"

Luo Yunqing didn't reply to him. She picked up her phone and put it to her ear. The next second, her voice became even higher than his, sounding aggrieved: "Honey, they're bullying me."

"Xiao Qing, you're really drunk. You haven't dialed yet, how can you make a call?" In his current state, it would be difficult for him to make a call.

By the time Pei Yanli arrived, he was already...

Bang!

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Pei Yanli walked in with a gloomy expression.

Apart from Luo Yunqing, everyone else stood up, with Song Xuechen and Wang Yizhou being particularly astonished.

How did Pei Yanli arrive so quickly?

"Honey, you're here."

In this situation, only Luo Yunqing dared to speak up.

Soon, the sound was amplified and came from Pei Yanli's phone, echoing throughout the private room.

Pei Yanli walked over silently, cupped his face in her hands, and pulled him close to her chest. "Learning to drink like others?"

“I didn’t learn it, it was them.” Luo Yunqing’s eyes reddened, and she held up half a finger. “They forced me to drink it.”

"Second Master, no, that's not it." Wang Yizhou hurriedly explained, "We were just joking."

“A joke!” Pei Yanli’s voice suddenly turned cold. “Alright, then I’ll tell you a joke too, Chen Zhao.”

Secretary Chen silently stepped forward. With a wave of his hand, three waiters filed in, each carrying a jar of Fenjiu liquor, and placed it in front of the two of them.

Just two words: "Drink up."

Would he still be alive after drinking three jars of wine?

Wang Yizhou's face was extremely ugly: "Second Master."

"What? Can't you take a joke?" Pei Yanli picked her up and turned around. "My wife is going to Song's for an internship, not to be mistreated. Chen Zhao, watch them finish their drinks."

As they left the private room, Pei Songjin and his wife rushed over, asking, "Uncle, what's going on?"

"No one is allowed to reveal what happened today. Also, go and inform the head of the Wang family and Song Jingguo."

Pei Songjin nodded.

Before anyone could leave, Madam Cui Yuzhen said, "I see that Uncle is quite drunk. Why don't we get a room here to rest for a while until he sobers up before leaving?"

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VIP lounge on the third floor of the winery.

As soon as the door closed, Luo Yunqing, who should have been unconscious while leaning against him, quietly opened one eye.

Seeing his face turn ashen with anger, she quickly covered her head and said, "Oh dear, I feel so dizzy."

"Then why are you still drinking!"

“If we drink it, we’ll have even more reason to deal with them.” Luo Yunqing pouted and hugged his neck. “That way, even if I quit this project, no one will dare to say anything. Isn’t that great?”

"Fine, fine, you dare to joke about your own body?" Pei Yanli's expression remained unchanged. She took two steps into the house and then let go of his hand.

"Ah! Pei Yanli, you dare to throw me! Throw me..." Touching the soft bed beneath her, Luo Yunqing felt as if she had been choked, and rubbed against his hand in a pleading manner, "Husband, I was wrong~~~"

"Are you still feeling dizzy?"

Luo Yunqing emphasized it twice.

The hand was immediately withdrawn, and the person turned and left.

He asked hurriedly, "Where are you going?"

"Tell the kitchen to make you a hangover soup!"