Song Qingyou held a white piece, seemingly pondering for a long time. The moment she finally placed the piece, she clearly noticed out of the corner of her eye that Jiang Chu's eyebrows relaxed.

She pretended not to know, and waited until Jiang Chu placed a piece before looking up at her with a light smile: "Miss Song, you're too kind."

With a look of regret and admiration, she complimented Jiang Chu, who beamed with joy at the praise.

"Miss Song is too modest. To be so calm and composed at such a young age is truly commendable, even Mr. Fu praised her highly."

Song Qingyou looked at Fu Wenzhou beside her, who quickly winked at her.

"..."

Jiang Chu, oblivious to the flirtatious exchange between the two, continued, "If I had the chance, I would really like to collaborate with you young people."

"Mr. Jiang, you flatter me. However, speaking of cooperation," Song Qingyou humbly poured Jiang Chu a cup of tea and earnestly said, "I happen to have a project on hand right now, related to bioengineering. I heard that Uncle Jiang has been dedicated to research and development in this area for the past few years. I wonder if you would be interested?"

The Jiang family made their fortune in Binhai through casinos, and Jiang Chu had long wanted to expand the business, but unfortunately, he hadn't had a good opportunity.

Jiang Chu's eyes flickered, but he said calmly, "Ah, I'm getting old. I don't have that much energy to mess around anymore. The waters in the capital are so deep. I'm afraid I can't compete with you young people."

"Uncle Jiang, what are you saying? Your company is a leader in the industry. We're just small fry, nothing special," Song Qingyou said with a smile. "It's just a bit of a pity, Uncle Jiang, after all these years in Binhai, haven't you ever thought of taking a different approach and entering the Beijing market?"

"Although the capital is a dangerous place, I believe it is nothing to Uncle Jiang."

She offered a fitting compliment, but Jiang Chu didn't agree directly. As a seasoned businessman, he was adept at deflecting the question, subtly shifting the topic away from Song Qingyou, and cheerfully said, "I'll think about it carefully later."

Song Qingyou then stopped there and changed the subject to talk about other things.

While the two were playing chess and chatting, Fu Wenzhou sat next to them playing on his phone, quiet as a wooden man, only occasionally interjecting with a word or two.

Even when he doesn't speak, his presence is so strong that he's impossible to ignore.

After a while, his phone rang. He got up, politely said "sorry," and went out to answer the call.

Jiang Chu's gaze followed his figure, then she looked away and casually asked, "Miss Song seems to get along well with President Fu. I wonder what your relationship is?"

Given their relationship, asking such a question suddenly would be a bit abrupt. Song Qingyou pursed her lips and casually uttered two words: "Friends."

She is not yet able to openly acknowledge their relationship; at least, she is not mentally prepared to face the judgment and gossip of others.

Jiang Chu beamed: "Oh, I see."

Song Qingyou didn't understand why he suddenly asked about her relationship with Fu Wenzhou. She thought he had heard some rumors. It wasn't until she saw Jiang Chu mentioning Fu Wenzhou and Jiang Xun frequently and enthusiastically during dinner that she realized Jiang Chu had his eye on Fu Wenzhou.

She planned to match him with her daughter.

She lowered her head to drink water, her expression revealing neither joy nor anger.

Jiang Chu did indeed mean that. He asked Song Qingyou because he was afraid that if he didn't understand the relationship between the two, he might make a fool of himself by hastily trying to match his daughter with Fu Wenzhou.

Although Binhai is different from Beijing, most of the people in Binhai are self-made and do not have the constraints of those wealthy families.

However, Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou were aunt and nephew before. If the two of them were to get together, it would probably not look good in public. Although Jiang Chu felt that the interaction between the two was a bit strange, he thought that given their relationship, Fu Wenzhou would probably not do anything reckless.

Now that he had asked and confirmed that Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou were just friends, he had no more reservations.

"Wenzhou, you're twenty-one now. Over the years, I don't think I've ever heard of you having a crush on anyone?" Jiang Chu asked casually.

Fu Wenzhou picked up his wine glass, glancing past the rim at Song Qingyou to his right, and said with a smile, "I am a person of integrity."

"..." Song Qingyou was speechless when she heard him shamelessly patting himself on the back.

While eating, Jiang Xun would occasionally exchange a few words with Fu Wenzhou. With Jiang Chu intentionally stirring up conversation, the group chatted quite pleasantly.

Song Qingyou quietly ate the food in her bowl, but for some reason, she found the Jiang family's cook's food rather unpalatable.

The woman's soft laughter beside her was somewhat grating. Song Qingyou pursed her lips, the smile long gone from her eyes.

But Fu Wenzhou acted as if nothing had happened, and drank all the wine Jiang Xunjing offered.

Jiang Chu was pleased to see this. After finishing his meal, he urged his daughter, "Xunxun, Wenzhou hasn't been here for so long. Take him around. Young Master Fu is young and promising. You should learn from him."

Fu Wenzhou was about to refuse without even thinking, but when his gaze fell on Song Qingyou, who was calmly drinking tea, he felt inexplicably aggrieved.

He wasn't blind or dim-witted; he could easily see through Jiang Chu and his daughter's intentions. However, he also knew that Song Qingyou wanted to cooperate with Jiang Chu, so he always served her with good patience.

Looking across the entire capital, who has such a big face that he, Fu Wenzhou, would keep a smile on his face the whole time?

However, given the obvious intentions of the Jiang father and daughter, he didn't believe his daughter Youyou couldn't see through them, yet she didn't say a word to stop them.

Fu Wenzhou inexplicably felt that he was someone she couldn't be proud of. After everything they had been through, was she still unwilling to give him a proper title?

Thinking back to last night, how humbly I begged her, but she pretended not to hear me.

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