Since their unpleasant encounter in the car that day, Fu Wenzhou had disappeared for more than half a month, giving Song Qingyou a rare moment of peace and quiet.

During this period, she has been busy with venture capital company affairs, and has to go to Yan Shaoqin's place almost every day.

Sitting in the president's office of Yan's Group, Song Qingyou signed her name on the contract after reading it.

Yan Shaoqin interlaced his fingers and asked leisurely, "Aren't you going to take another look?"

Song Qingyou smiled distantly: "I trust Young Master Yan's character. In the future, apart from major decisions that require my approval, Young Master Yan can make the decisions on the rest of the company's affairs."

Yan Shaoqin looked at Song Qingyou's captivating face and said, "Actually, I'm quite curious. We're all from the Song family, so why are you picking on your second brother?"

Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Young Master Yan is joking. I just started a small company on a whim."

"A small company?" Yan Shaoqin clicked his tongue. "Investing over two billion yuan and immediately buying the most valuable building on Hesheng Commercial Street, I've never seen a small company make such a big move."

Hesheng Commercial Street is the most prosperous financial district in Beijing, where the city's elites and powerful figures gather. Almost all the prominent families in Beijing's business circle have their roots here.

Five years ago, Song Chen took over DK Capital from the Song family. In the past two years, it has been very successful. At this time, Song Qingyou spent a lot of money to set up his company address across from his and do the same project. It is hard for Yan Shaoqin not to guess.

Song Qingyou raised her eyes: "We're just business partners, it's better not to ask about our private matters."

Song Qingyou had a pair of affectionate eyes. When she looked at someone intently, she always gave the illusion that she was cherished. Yan Shaoqin was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses: "You've spent so much money, are you really so comfortable handing the company over to me?"

The premise for the two to cooperate is that Song Qingyou is a shareholder but does not appear in public. In other words, the company is nominally owned by Yan Shaoqin alone. Except for important decisions, Yan Shaoqin has all decision-making power in the company.

Song Qingyou's eyes curved into a smile, sparkling: "Six years ago, Young Master Yan invested in a construction project abroad that won a CRB award, but the bridge collapsed in less than six months due to structural reasons. It is said that the death toll was in the hundreds. A year later, you gave up your overseas business and returned to China, right?"

Her voice was soft, and Yan Shaoqin's casual smile slowly faded. After a long while, he looked at Song Qingyou with a deep gaze, his eyes swirling with turmoil: "The reports about that matter were all suppressed. How did you know about it?"

Song Qingyou adjusted her shawl, her eyes sparkling: "Young Master Yan, don't always be so insistent on getting to the bottom of things. I can pretend I don't know."

Yan Shaoqin had been working in the business world with his father since he was a child, and his superficial skills were already highly refined. He smiled politely and said, "It's Yan Miao's good fortune to be friends with you."

Song Qingyou's eyebrows twitched; these words sounded sarcastic no matter how you looked at them.

Without lingering at the Yan family's residence, Song Qingyou got up to say goodbye.

Yan Shaoqin said, "I'll take you."

Song Qingyou was about to say no, but Yan Shaoqin interrupted her: "It's only polite to see my future business partner off."

She didn't refuse again. Her company would still need Yan Shaoqin in the future, and it wouldn't be appropriate for their relationship to be too strained.

Once outside the gate, Song Qingyou felt a chill. She frowned, pressed a handkerchief to her lips, and coughed repeatedly.

Suddenly feeling a warmth spread through her body, Song Qingyou glanced to the side and saw the suit jacket that had suddenly appeared on her shoulder, her brows furrowing slightly.

The unfamiliar scent of men's cologne wafted into her nose; she didn't like the smell.

Song Qingyou took off her clothes and handed them back to Yan Shaoqin, saying, "Thank you, I'm not cold."

Yan Shaoqin raised an eyebrow, draped his clothes over his arm, and said nothing.

Just then, Song Chang's car pulled up, and Song Qingyou said goodbye and got in.

Song Qingyou felt uneasy in the car. She looked back and saw that the surroundings were empty and there was nothing unusual.

Song Chang asked, "What's wrong, Miss?"

Song Qingyou shook her head: "It's nothing."

This strange feeling has lasted for more than a week. She always feels like someone is following her, but every time she turns around, she sees nothing.

Song Qingyou could only console herself that it was probably because she had been too tired these past few days.

Evening, at the 'Night' bar.

Nightlife is different from other bars. It's a members-only place, and the people who come and go are almost all high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Beijing. The bar is very private, and no clueless waiter will spread rumors about anything you do here.

The private room was filled with the smells of alcohol, cigarettes, and women's cosmetics, creating a scene of extravagance.

The heavily made-up woman seemed boneless, pressing herself against the man.

"roll."

His deep voice carried a hint of impatience and coldness, and his aura was imposing.

The woman hesitated, too embarrassed to take another step forward, and awkwardly retreated.

Gu Bai waved his hand: "Alright, you can all leave now."

Several women glanced at the man who had been drinking the whole time and was oblivious to romance, and then left reluctantly.

Gu Bai, with his legs crossed, kept his eyes fixed on the man in the corner. After the man opened another bottle of wine, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and snatched it away: "Are you out of your mind?"

"Fu Wenzhou, is it really worth it for a woman?"

“Even the youngest daughter of the Song family didn’t want him after her divorce, do you think he’s gone too far?”

The speakers were Xu Zezhan, the young CEO of Yunrui Group, and Liang Muchuan of Huakong Group. The former looked disappointed in Xu Zezhan, while the latter seemed completely unfazed.

These men were brothers who grew up in the same compound and had a very good personal relationship. They knew everything about Fu Wenzhou and Song Qingyou's affair.

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