"Let's release information about the Double Apartment."

After a pause, he added, "In addition, all of Qingning's projects related to the Song family have been terminated. Li Nan has been instructed to declare Qingning bankrupt in the United States, and all company employees will be given three months of paid leave."

Song Chang was taken aback and gave Song Qingyou a deep look: "Are you planning to... close the net?"

Song Qingyou slowly raised her hand, and then, as if it were a non-existent snowflake, said, "Uncle Chang, spring is almost here."

Song Chang followed Song Qingyou's gaze and slowly looked out the window.

Yes, it's almost February, spring is just around the corner.

The bell rang abruptly.

Song Qingyou glanced at it and answered with a smile, "What is it, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Wenzhou snorted, "I can't sleep, come up and keep me company."

He always expressed his needs very directly, which is why Song Qingyou couldn't resist.

This person doesn't understand tact at all, and coincidentally, she doesn't need to be tactful.

A snowflake drifted in through a tiny crack in the windowsill and landed on Song Qingyou's palm.

Song Qingyou stared blankly at the slowly melting snow in her palm.

Suddenly, he said, "How about I learn to cook from Uncle Chang?"

Fu Wenzhou said casually, "No need to learn."

Song Qingyou thought for a moment and said, "I don't want to do any other housework, the only thing I'm interested in is cooking."

“Who told you to do housework?” Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow.

Song Qingyou: "But whose wife doesn't know how to cook at all?"

Fu Wenzhou: "My home."

"ah?"

“I don’t know about other people’s, but mine doesn’t need it, wait…” Fu Wenzhou suddenly paused, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably, his voice low and husky: “Youyou, what… did you say?”

The snowflakes melted completely into her palm, and Song Qingyou smiled faintly: "Fu Wenzhou, let's get married."