Song Qingyou was unaware that she had become a lamb to the slaughter.

After finishing the noodles, Fu Wenzhou washed the bowls and then went to the bathroom to prepare hot water for Song Qingyou.

Finally, after everyone finished showering, he obediently took a hairdryer and dried her hair.

"Sister, I have something to tell you."

"I have something to tell you."

The two spoke at the same time.

Fu Wenzhou is a man of his word. Since he promised Song Qingyou that he would only listen to her from now on, it means that no matter what she wants to do in the future, whether at home or at the company, he will listen to whatever she says.

So he planned to tell her first that being the CEO of SY was his own business.

But he always put Song Qingyou first, so he said, "You go first."

Song Qingyou stood up and took out two documents from her bag: "These are two business plans. One is Fu's three-year plan for expanding its industrial footprint, and the other is all the matters after cooperating with Song's. Take a look."

Fu Wenzhou's gaze faltered slightly, and his long, slender fingers slowly turned the pages of the document.

The proposal was written in great detail.

Song Qingyou even prepared Fu's portion for him.

He felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

After a long while, he finally snapped out of his deathly silence, slowly raised his eyes, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Youyou, when did you do all this?"

Song Qingyou remained expressionless: "While you were chatting with other girls."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

He said in a low voice, "I didn't have a long chat with her, I just said a few words."

Song Qingyou didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore; sometimes she had to admit that humans are all hypocritical creatures.

She said harsh words, but deep down she didn't want Fu Wenzhou to leave.

Fortunately, he always came back.

I never let her be sad for long.

"Your money needs to be in place as soon as possible. The Song family's financial situation is worse than I anticipated; they won't last more than two days. It's best if it's before the tenth of the month..."

Before Song Qingyou could finish speaking, she saw the man in front of her quickly make a phone call.

"Go tell the finance department to allocate funds to the Song family immediately." Fu Wenzhou looked up: "Youyou, how much do you want?"

Song Qingyou pursed her lips and then said, "Three and a half billion."

Fu Wenzhou: "Allocate seven billion."

Song Qingyou: "...We don't need that many."

Fu Wenzhou hung up the phone: "We're all family, what's mine is yours."

Song Qingyou glanced at him but didn't refute him further.

As expected... I can't change it.

Oh well, there's nothing to change anyway.