Song Qingyou said nonchalantly, "Isn't the Ruan family's project in our hands?"

Yan Shaoqin took a deep breath: "How far can we go by relying on the Ruan family? I'm spending money to start a company with you to make money, not to get involved in your Song family's internal strife."

This was clearly a deliberate act by the Song family, aimed at suppressing the venture capital firm run by Song Qingyou.

Now, most of the promising projects in the industry, even those he had previously been in contact with, have been snatched away by Qingning. How could he not be angry?

Song Qingyou fetched water from the kitchen and leisurely walked to the balcony to water the flowers and plants: "The Ruan family is just a stepping stone. The Song family is famous, and the Ruan family is not small either, right? Once the Ruan family's project is successful, people will naturally come to us. What's the rush?"

Yan Shaoqin laughed in exasperation: "You're so calm sitting in the rear, why didn't you think about me, the one on the front lines?"

"I believe in Young Master Yan's abilities."

"..."

What is a soft knife?

That's it.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou gently stroked the flower petals with her slender, pale fingers, a faint smile curving her lips.

It was within her expectations that Song Yuan would target her; she had repeatedly contradicted him, something that had never happened before.

She also snatched the Ruan family's project from Song Chen, which made Song Yuan take her abilities seriously. He began to be wary of her, which is why he went to great lengths to use Qing Ning to deal with her.

Everything is going well, everything is proceeding according to her plan.

Song Qingyou plucked a withered petal and threw it into the trash can next to her.

When he turned around, his expression was aloof.