Night falls, and the moon hangs high in the sky.

The Yan family home was bustling with activity, with a constant stream of guests coming and going.

In a guest room on the second floor, Song Qingyou coughed lightly, covering her mouth, and handed a document to the man opposite her.

Yan Shaoqin smiled faintly and asked, "What is this?"

"I know you're acquiring shares in Dingsheng Pharmaceutical. You currently hold a total of 36% of the shares, right?" Song Qingyou leaned back on the leather sofa, her beautiful face and alluring figure still captivating despite her long illness.

True beauty lies in the bone structure, not just the skin; she possessed both.

Yan Shaoqin sized her up for a long time, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "So, Miss Song, you're planning to cooperate with me?"

Song Qingyou parted her lips slightly: "I own 15 percent of Dingsheng's shares, and I can sell you 13 percent of them."

Before Yan Shaoqin could speak, Yan Miao couldn't sit still any longer. Song Qingyou was her best friend, so of course she had to speak up for her: "Brother, you'll only make a profit on this deal, so just sign it!"

Yan Shaoqin glanced at his treacherous sister: "Thirteen percent of the shares, you think you can exchange for my three percent of the Song family's shares? Miss Song, don't you know which is more important, Dingsheng or the Song family?"

The Yan family and the Song family were related in their early years. Yan Shaoqin's mother was the grandniece of Old Master Song, and he doted on her. When Yan Shaoqin's mother got married, she generously gave her three percent of the Song family's shares, and now those three percent naturally fell into Yan Shaoqin's hands.

“The three percent of Song’s shares only allows you to receive annual dividends, but the thirteen percent I’m giving you is different. Fu Tingshen owns forty-nine percent of Dingsheng, and the shares you hold plus the ones I’m giving you also make forty-nine percent. You can then rival Fu Tingshen at Dingsheng and gain half the say.” Song Qingyou smiled and said, “Young Master Yan, this deal is a good one.”

Yan Shaoqin's eyes darkened slightly as he stared at Song Qingyou for a few seconds before smiling and saying, "As expected of the Song family's daughter, I'll sign the contract."

Upon hearing that her brother wanted to sign, Yan Miao quickly handed him a pen, and Yan Shaoqin signed his name on the document with a flourish.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you." Song Qingyou stood up abruptly, coughed a few times, and her face turned red.

After wishing Song Qingyou a happy birthday, she planned to leave. She had come here today to discuss business, and the noise outside only bothered her.

Yan Shaoqin watched the slender figure disappear, his interest growing even stronger: "Is this the weak and easily bullied little white rabbit friend you mentioned?"

Yan Miao: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Yan Shaoqin tapped Yan Miao on the forehead: "Idiot."

Yan Miao said unhappily, "Brother, how can you talk like that? Qingyou just sold you Thirteen's shares."

"Do you know why she only sold me thirteen percent of the shares when she had fifteen percent? The remaining two percent in her hands is the Achilles' heel of me and Fu Tingshen. From now on, if either of us displeases her, she can turn around and sell the shares to someone else."

In other words, she not only acquired three percent of Song's shares, but also gained complete control of Dingsheng.

Yan Miao didn't understand business matters, but she could roughly understand what he meant. She clapped her hands happily: "I didn't expect Qingyou to be so smart! No wonder she's my friend!"

Yan Shaoqin was really annoyed by his brainless younger sister, so he coldly kicked her out.

Song Qingyou avoided crowded areas and walked towards the backyard. Before coming in, she asked Uncle Chang to drive the car around to the back gate.

The Yan family's manor is very large, with a swimming pool in the backyard, where many young men and women are opening champagne and playing games.

As Song Qingyou walked, she texted Yan Miao to let her know that she was going home first. Before she could finish typing, her arm was suddenly grabbed, her body swayed, and she was pulled behind the glass door.

The corridor lights went out for some reason, plunging the surroundings into darkness. Song Qingyou felt panicked and tried to break free from the suffocating embrace.

The greater her struggles, the stronger the opponent's force.

She caught a faint, familiar scent of tobacco. Her heart, which had been pounding with fear, immediately calmed down, and she felt inexplicably at ease.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Fu Wenzhou, are you ever going to stop?!"

His breath was hot, whispering in her ear: "It's not over, it'll never be over."

Song Qingyou was at a loss for words.

Fu Wenzhou didn't give up, holding her tightly in his arms, his hands restlessly caressing her waist, his eyes filled with intense desire and resentment: "Stop contacting her? Song Qingyou, who gave you permission to say that, hmm?"

Song Qingyou tried to dodge, but she couldn't escape at all. She could only endure his attacks. Her curled eyelashes were misty with anger and embarrassment. She bit her lower lip and glared at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou's heart felt as if it had been gently patted by cotton, incredibly soft. But then he thought of how heartless she had been to him, and the anger and frustration he had just suppressed surged up again.

He applied slight pressure with his palm, pulling the person up a bit, and kissed them without saying a word.

"Hmm!"

Song Qingyou gasped softly; she could still hear the noise outside.

Just a door away.

She couldn't imagine how she and Fu Wenzhou would ever face each other again if someone happened to push open this door and walk in right now, and saw this scene.

She tried to break free from his grasp, but the man became even more excessive because of her resistance. He pushed her legs apart and gave her a long, deep, and lingering kiss that went all the way down. Song Qingyou's body trembled slightly, and she almost couldn't hold on and slipped down.

Fortunately, Fu Wenzhou caught her in time and simply picked her up and pinned her against the wall.

Song Qingyou finally caught her breath, her voice trembling with tears: "Don't do this, there are people all over the place outside..."

She could barely speak properly, and her lips were being held between someone's lips. The sound of footsteps in the distance gradually became clearer, and Song Qingyou's confused eyes suddenly cleared. She pushed Fu Wenzhou away with all her might, afraid that people would find out that she was doing these shameful things here.

Fu Wenzhou mischievously curled his lips, leaving marks on her delicate, white flesh as if in punishment.

The two people talking outside the door grew closer and closer. The moment the door was pushed open, Song Qingyou was pulled into someone's arms. Everything went dark, and clothes covered her head.

She was carried away from the Yan family by Fu Wenzhou.

Song Chang had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Fu Wenzhou carrying someone into the car, he was stunned for a moment, until Song Qingyou's angry voice came from inside: "Uncle Chang, drive!"

Song Qingyou ripped off her suit jacket and threw it out the window, urging Song Chang to leave quickly.

Fu Wenzhou picked up the clothes and carefully patted off the dust.

He couldn't bear to throw away the clothes that Youyou had worn.