The next day, Song Qingyou received a call from Yan Shaoqin.

"What do you mean by review?" Song Qingyou frowned and pushed away Fu Wenzhou's face as he leaned closer. "Wasn't there a review before, and the two reviews were no more than a month apart?"

Yan Shaoqin sneered: "Isn't this all thanks to your father? He followed suit and reported Shi Yu to the State Administration for Market Regulation for failing to submit approval reports for a batch of projects. Now the higher-ups have fined us 766 million yuan."

The fine is nothing; Yan Shaoqin can afford it. The problem is that Shi Yu is just starting out, and he has at least six projects that haven't been submitted for approval yet. If the State Administration for Market Regulation takes notice, those six projects will most likely fail.

At that point, it won't just be a loss of a few hundred million; the entire Shiyu company will likely be implicated.

Song Qingyou was well aware of the seriousness of the matter. Although she used Shi Yu and Yan Shaoqin to provoke and restrain Song Shi, she would not let him make a losing deal. If Shi Yu got into trouble, it would mean that all of Yan Shaoqin's efforts over the past few months would be in vain.

Yan Shaoqin had already gotten into trouble abroad because of venture capital and hadn't touched the industry since returning to China. Now, she's provoked him into coming back, and if something goes wrong again...

Song Qingyou pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I'll handle things with the State Administration for Market Regulation. You just keep an eye on Shi Yu's project."

Yan Shaoqin scoffed, "What are you going to do about it? What, do you have connections in the State Administration for Market Regulation?"

His voice was calmer than before, and he even had a hint of teasing in it, probably because he didn't want Song Qingyou to feel too burdened.

He said calmly, "I'm calling to remind you to deal with things as soon as possible; the longer you delay, the more trouble you'll cause. As for Shi Yu, don't worry about him. For now, it's just a fine. As long as nothing unexpected happens later, there shouldn't be any major problems."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou frowned deeply.

Fu Wenzhou's palms were still roaming over her body. He pressed his hand against her ear and asked, "What happened?"

Song Qingyou simply repeated Yan Shaoqin's words, her expression growing increasingly cold.

Fu Wenzhou kissed her, but Song Qingyou pushed him away, saying, "Stop messing with me."

Song Yuan's matter cannot be rushed. He has been in power in the Song family for so many years, how can he be easily shaken?

Fu Wenzhou's decision to have Liang Muchuan's uncle investigate Fu Changlin gave Song Yuan an idea. Now that he's fixated on Shi Yu, she needs to find a solution as soon as possible.

Fu Wenzhou's large hand restlessly caressed her waist, and he clicked his tongue: "If he reports you, you just report him too, and that's it."

Song Qingyou looked up: "What did I report about him?"

Fu Wenzhou said casually, "Song's stock plummeted two months ago, and then quickly rebounded. Do you think that's a coincidence?"

Song Qingyou looked at him.

Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, his breath on her ear, the low laughter from his chest sexy and seductive: "Baby, are you stupid? Song Yuan manipulated the stock without permission. Even if we calculate it as 1.5 times his profit, it's enough for him to lose it all."

Fu Wenzhou pinched her chin with his long, slender fingers, his gaze fixed on her pink lips, and kissed them: "If you want others to stop bothering you, then you have to make them unhappy. When they're busy cleaning up their messes, they won't have time to bother you anymore. Sister, isn't that what you taught me?"

Song Qingyou stared at Fu Wenzhou for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "You've learned very well."

"Is there a reward?" Fu Wenzhou asked, seizing the opportunity.

Song Qingyou nodded, meeting the man's expectant yet subtly excited gaze, and slowly said, "As a reward, you'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Fu Wenzhou: "?"

The man's face darkened, and he pulled the person into his arms forcefully, then leaned in and kissed her.

Song Qingyou couldn't dodge it and was a little annoyed: "Are you a puppy?"

Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and husky: "It's your personal puppy."

Song Qingyou's ears felt unnaturally hot.

How can this person say such things without any shame...?

Fu Wenzhou held the soft flesh of her neck in his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Come with me to dinner tonight."

The man didn't give her a chance to refuse: "Sister, is it okay?"

Song Qingyou's bones softened; she truly couldn't bear to hear him call her "sister." After a long while, she sighed helplessly, "Fine."

When they arrived at the location, Song Qingyou realized that this situation was unusual.

Looking around, almost all of them were prominent and powerful figures from the capital, some of whom had met Song Qingyou before, and others whom she had seen or heard of in the news.

Yunrui Xu Zezhan, Huakong Liang Muchuan, Yan's Group Yan Shaoqin, Gu family's young master Gu Bai, Chenfeng Jiang Zhiyuan, EI Capital Shen Guannan, Qixun's vice president Chu Fan. Almost all of the Nine Young Masters of Beijing were present, except for Ruan Mingchen from the Ruan family.

What kind of... formation is this?

Song Qingyou was a little confused.

She also noticed that there was a woman sitting next to Qixun's vice president. She was beautiful, gentle, and had a graceful demeanor, with a charm reminiscent of the Jiangnan water towns.

When Chu Fan looked at her, his eyes were full of affection. Song Qingyou guessed that the woman must be the young master of the Chu family's beloved wife who had been hidden away for three years.

But why did I end up in this situation?

She took half a step back.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered her waist, pinning her to the spot. She lowered her eyes and didn't move.

With a roguish grin, Fu Wenzhou introduced, "Everyone, this is my girlfriend."

His words were full of boasting and pride.

None of the people present expected that Fu Wenzhou would bring Song Qingyou along. They exchanged glances, and everyone knew what it meant to bring someone along.

The others all knew Song Qingyou. Shen Guannan was focused on overseas affairs, while Chu Fan had become reclusive after getting married. They were not familiar with Fu Wenzhou and Song Qingyou's affairs, only knowing that this youngest daughter of the Song family had once been the wife of Fu Wenzhou's uncle.

Shen Guannan asked, "Isn't she your aunt?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Song Qingyou's face turned pale, and her fingers tightened.

In this situation, the words "little aunt" felt like a slap in the face, leaving her feeling lost and even wanting to run away.

Fu Wenzhou took Song Qingyou's hand, pulled out a chair and sat down next to her, his eyes sweeping lightly across the private room: "She is my woman, the wife I will marry in a grand ceremony in the future."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou paused for a moment, and the emotions she had been holding back gradually relaxed.

The meaning behind his words was so obvious; if Shen Guannan still couldn't understand, then he would be stupid.

Gu Bai rolled his eyes: "Look at you, showing off like that."

Xu Zezhan raised an eyebrow: "Isn't he always like this? He finally manages to win someone over and then can't wait to start marking his territory."

Liang Muchuan held his wine glass in silence.

Yan Shaoqin clicked his tongue: "Fu Wenzhou, you've got guts."

He didn't say anything about being brave enough, or how so. But everyone present knew perfectly well what was going on.

Fu Wenzhou was showing Song Qingyou through his actions that he didn't care about public opinion or what others said. In his heart, Song Qingyou would always be number one.

Bringing someone to this private gathering, right in front of them, is simply to show that Song Qingyou is Fu Wenzhou's woman, not just a casual lover.

Rather, it's the family members.