Chapter 57 09.23/It’s the first update She slept on the sofa with a blanket in her arms…

The two looked at each other, and Chu Song's thumb was scratched by the gem on the edge of the dial, which hurt a little.

She also looked at Fan Tingnian's wrist. He was indeed wearing a watch, but the watch he wore seemed different from the one in her hand.

"Why did you give me a watch..." she muttered, but she was really too sleepy, so she put the watch on the bedside and prepared to lie down and continue sleeping.

The person beside the bed didn't move. His eyes moved from the watch back to her face, staring at her for a few seconds.

Chu Song met his gaze, reached out to take the watch, and put it on his wrist. Two seconds later, Fan Tingnian finally withdrew his gaze and stood up from the bed.

Chu Song's consciousness was in a state of confusion. He pulled the quilt, raised his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to your room and sleep," he stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked over. "You want me to stay?"

Chu Song shook his head like a rattle: "That's not what I meant."

Fan Tingnian walked out of Chu Song's bedroom, raised his wrist to check the time, it was just past two o'clock.

He walked to the shelf next to the TV wall in the living room and put the medicine box he was carrying on it. Suddenly, the cell phone in his right hand rang. It was a message from Wan Ting.

Although those old guys in Italy had been suppressed by him, they were dissatisfied with the results and were still looking for various opportunities to cause trouble.

Wan Ting knew that he had been sleeping lately, so he would leave him a message when there was something important.

Fan Tingnian took a quick look, leaned against the shelf, and dialed the number.

"Master," it was already two o'clock, but Wan Ting was still a little surprised, "You haven't rested yet?"

"Something's going on."

Wan Ting hesitated for two seconds and did not talk about business first. Instead, he asked about Fan Tingnian's health condition first.

Due to family disputes and the fact that Fan Tingnian was the only heir, he did not have a peaceful life in Italy when he was young. After suffering two "man-made accidents" in a row, he moved to the seaside city in China for safety reasons and has lived there ever since.

He is a loner with a high artistic talent. After living there for a long time, he gradually became less willing to interact with people.

Now that he has moved away from there, Wan Ting is worried that he won't be able to get used to living in North City.

Fan Tingnian casually flipped open a book he took from the shelf: "Not bad."

After hearing Fan Tingnian's words, Wan Ting knew that further questions would yield no results. After a moment's thought, he returned to the topic, "Your uncle personally siphoned some of the money from the Swiss bank. He wanted to use his remaining influence in the family to reclaim some of Meisheng's shares before you went to Milan."

"The top management of Meisheng Group has not been completely purged. There are still people who are on the same side with him. They have recently cooperated to shut down three production lines."

After chatting for a few more words, Fan Tingnian put the book back on the shelf and said, "I'll go back tomorrow."

Wan Ting felt relieved. With Fan Tingnian back, even if it was just for a few days, these people would not dare to be arrogant anymore. These uncles and elders in the family were still afraid of him.

Wan Ting felt reassured and asked, "Does Miss Chu Song need someone to watch over her?"

"Not for now."

Fan Tingnian lowered his eyes, adjusted the dial on his right wrist, and walked towards the bedroom.

It was only when Chu Song returned that night that he learned of Fan Tingnian's departure.

The person who stayed at home to take care of her was an aunt named Zhang, who pushed a three-layer food cart over from the kitchen.

Although Fan Tingnian was not there, there was still no neglect in the food. She ate alone and there were still more than a dozen dishes and five or six desserts to choose from.

When she got off work in the evening, her driver came to pick her up. She thought Fan Tingnian just had something to do today, so he didn't come.

"Did he leave this morning?"

Auntie helped her spread the dishes: "Yes, at nine in the morning, I'll send you to work and then leave. Mr. has a private plane at the North City Airport."

Chu Song glanced at the time on the watch on her right hand. If she had known that Fan Tingnian would not be here today, she would have gone home to live. Now that she was here, it was not convenient for her to go back. Besides, without Fan Tingnian, it was no different from her living alone.

The watch on her right hand was the one Fan Tingnian gave her last night. When she was washing her hands at noon today, she wanted to take it off, but she found that she couldn't unfasten the buckle, so she just kept wearing it.

There is a small electronic screen on the upper left side of the pointer dial, which seems to display her heart rate.

The watch was indeed very beautiful, with diamonds and sapphires that were very much in line with girls' aesthetic tastes. She looked at it a few more times, but her attention was drawn to the ringing of her phone, so she didn't try to take off the watch.

It was Wen Yao calling.

Wen Yao was going on a business trip in two days and asked her if she needed help bringing anything. She sat on the sofa for a while holding a pillow, and Wen Yao mentioned her family affairs again.

"Has your stepmother contacted you again recently?"

Chu Song recalled that it had been almost a month since Zhang Yan stopped him in front of the art museum. “No.”

It's really strange. I haven't looked for her or even called her.

"Oh oh," Wen Yao recalled, her tone as disgusted as if she had eaten rat shit. "Last time she made such a big fuss, right in front of your workplace, she even called your boss over. Next time she comes, just call the police."

Wen Yao: "The money you sent back during your first two years of work was enough for them to support you, yet they keep asking you for more. It's disgusting. If you have the guts, why don't you let their precious son, who's still in school, support them?"

"Do you think that just because I gave you a bite to eat when we were in school, you have to keep sucking my blood now?"

Chu Song lay back, looking at the extraordinarily luxurious ceiling in Fan Tingnian's house, and comforted Wen Yao: "I know, I won't give it to them."

She turned over and listened to Wen Yao's excited tone because of her concern for her. She smiled and said softly, "I really know. I have saved all my money. I will buy a big house in the future. When I become successful and buy a big house, I will leave a room for you and invite you to live with me."

Wen Yao chuckled, "Just keep it for yourself. You can't give them a single cent anyway. They haven't given you much money since you started school, and even less love. Why should we give them a discount now?"

Chu Song ran his fingers across the pillow, nodded seriously, and murmured, "Yes."

Chu Song's parents were in a free love relationship, which was rare in that era. At the beginning, her grandparents were not satisfied with her father's work. Her father even ran to her grandparents' house in another province and knelt in front of the door for a day and a night. Later, her grandparents softened their hearts and invited him into the house, and the two finally got married.

The sincere and deep feelings they had when they got married faded after a few years, and even Chu Jiangshan didn't treat his daughter any better.

Perhaps it was her parents’ failed marriage and her unhappy childhood that made her not have much hope for marriage and interpersonal relationships.

Sometimes when I’m in the mood, I might like it, but after that, it’s just like that.

After hanging up the phone with Wen Yao, she lay on the sofa for a long time and actually felt a little sleepy. She yawned and didn't want to get up, so she pulled the blanket on the back of the sofa and covered herself with it.

I pulled the blanket over me and suddenly remembered that Fan Tingnian had an obsessive-compulsive personality and rarely put things that shouldn't be on the sofa or coffee table.

I was pulling the blanket, feeling puzzled when my aunt came over from not far away, put the cut fruit on the coffee table, and smiled faintly: "My husband said that you like to sleep on the sofa occasionally, so he asked me to put it here."

Chu Song was stunned for a moment, then he wrapped himself in a blanket and snuggled deeper into the sofa, closing his eyes.

On the fourth day after Fan Tingnian returned to Italy, the stopped production line was reopened. At the same time, the senior management of Meisheng was purged. The uncles who had joined forces to cause trouble and all their subordinates were cleared out. Fan Tingnian had full control over the family group, enterprises, and all assets.

Wan Ting stood a few steps in front of the sofa and bowed slightly to the people sitting there. "Several uncles have been waiting in the conference room for a long time. They came here yesterday afternoon and haven't left yet until now."

Fan Tingnian turned over the document on his lap and said in a cold and hoarse voice, "No."

Wan Ting naturally knew this would be the outcome, and he had no intention of pleading for those individuals; it was merely a routine report. "Also," Wan Ting glanced at another document in his right hand and handed it over, "This is a detailed map of Miss Chu Song's itinerary over the past few days, drawn based on the location information from her watch."

Fan Tingnian took it, turned the page and scanned it.

"She's been working in the museum these past few days, and only went out on field work the next day. Today is Saturday, and she went out this morning and just returned. Judging by her location, she went shopping at the mall, probably with her friends."

"Because you didn't force anyone to follow her, there was no servant watching her, and the driver didn't rush her when he went to pick her up, she's relaxed and happy these past few days."

Fan Tingnian listened to Wan Ting's report and continued to look through the information about Chu Song.

Wan Ting continued, "But she doesn't know about the positioning system on the watch yet. I wonder if Miss Chu Song would be very angry if she knew."

The watch not only has positioning but also a real-time monitoring system that can monitor her sleep, heart rate, activity and mood.

At the same time, the watch also has a monitoring function that can transmit in real time, but from Fan Tingnian to Milan, this function has never been turned on.

Maybe he also knew that this was too much interference in the other party's private space and Chu Song would be angry.

Fan Tingnian needs to stay in Milan for a few more days before he can go back.

Wan Ting took the unused file from Fan Tingnian and asked earnestly, "Do we still need to monitor Miss Chu Song's location and physical condition in real time?"

"Well, I need to make sure she's safe."

Wan Ting was still worried that Chu Song would find out, but he bowed and said, "Okay."

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Chu Song went out shopping for a whole day on Saturday. Originally, he was with Wen Yao, but later he also called Zhang Xinran.

Wen Yao has been working overtime a lot recently. She finally got a day off and did a lot of shopping. Zhang Xinran also bought some. Only Chu Song bought less.

In the evening she still returned to Fan Tingnian's residence.

She went back to her own place to live two days ago, but maybe the upstairs had become a studio and another house on the same floor had been sold. There were few people living there and it seemed very gloomy. She was not used to it, so she came back to live there again.

I had a good sleep on Saturday night and went back to work overtime on Sunday.

The exhibition has been confirmed, and the next step is to start arranging the work according to the process. The venue and final scenery need to be confirmed within next week, so the whole team will work overtime for half a day today.

Because it was the weekend, the company cafeteria was closed and there were few dishes prepared for lunch, so Chu Song simply went to the mall next door to eat with a few colleagues.

They were having hotpot, and when it was almost over, a waiter passing by bumped into a plate on the table, and the soup splashed onto Chu Song's clothes. She went to the bathroom to clean up, and Zhang Xinran also wanted to wash her hands, so she followed her over.

The light yellow soup splashed on the corner of Chu Song's coat. She took off her clothes, pulled the corner under the faucet, and rubbed it twice with the hand sanitizer provided by the restaurant.

The watch on her right wrist was a bit of a hindrance, and she wanted to take it off, but it was inconvenient to do it with one hand. Zhang Xinran saw it and reached out to help her.

"Can you untie it?" Chu Song frowned, and held his wrist up in front of Zhang Xinran.

Zhang Xinran fiddled with it for a while but couldn't get it open. She lowered her head and took a closer look. After a moment, she muttered, "Why does it feel like a one-way buckle..."

"What is a one-way buckle?"

"It's easy to fasten it, but you have to use other methods to unfasten it." Basically, once you put it on, you can't take it off. Zhang Xinran has never seen such a thing on jewelry. "Or maybe I saw it wrong, and there's a locking tongue stuck in the middle, so it can't be unfastened."

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