Chapter 3 Is it that pillow talk is ineffective, or... is it that your pillow talk is useless?
Seeing her attitude, Zhang Shuli stood up abruptly in anger, "How dare you talk like that..."
"alright!"
Sang Zhiming interrupted her in a deep voice, "Aqian rarely comes home, so you'd better keep quiet."
Zhang Shuli looked very upset after being scolded, and Xu Manrong quickly stood up to smooth things over.
"Auntie, Uncle is right. It's rare for my sister to come back, so let's eat first?"
Sang Zhiming stood up and walked towards Sang Qian, his voice softening, "Qian, let's go eat."
Seeing them go to the dining table, Xu Manrong quickly approached Zhang Shuli and whispered words of comfort.
"Aunt, Uncle only gave her a hard time because he had something for her to do. Why bother arguing with this bitch?"
Her words calmed Zhang Shuli down a bit.
The two then sat down at the table.
The servants brought up a sumptuous table of dishes.
"Ah Qian, are you hungry? Come on, eat more."
Sang Zhiming warmly placed a piece of meat on Sang Qian's plate.
Xu Manrong wore a fake smile. "Sister, this meal was specially prepared for you by your uncle. You should eat more."
Sang Qian glanced at the table. The dishes were plentiful, but unfortunately none of them were her favorites. Two of them were even foods she never ate.
Including the piece of meat that was put into her bowl.
It didn't suit her taste either.
Sang Qian, who was already in a bad mood, had no interest in playing the role of a loving father and filial daughter with him.
She didn't pick up her chopsticks, but looked at Sang Zhiming and asked directly, "You called me back saying you had something to tell me, what is it?"
Seeing the aloofness in her eyes, Sang Zhi felt embarrassed, but quickly regained his composure.
"Ah Qian, Changyu... he really went on a business trip these past two days?"
Sang Qian frowned slightly. "Whether he's on a business trip or not, why don't you just ask him directly?"
“I called him, and he said he wasn’t in Beijing these past few days. I even went to his company to look for him these past two days, but his secretary said he was on a business trip.”
"So you asked me to come back just to find out where Jin Changyu is?"
Sang Qian looked at Sang Zhiming, whose face had froze, and said, "Fine, then I'll tell you, he really is away on a business trip."
"Now that I've finished speaking, I'll be leaving."
Seeing that she was about to get up and leave, Sang Zhiming quickly said, "You child, how long has it been since you came home? You finally came back, can't you even have a meal with your father?"
His words didn't make Sang Qian feel any fatherly love; she only saw falsehood.
Still eating?
If she hadn't thought he called her back to discuss going back to her hometown next month to pay respects to her grandparents, she wouldn't have come back today at all.
"Is there anything else?"
She spoke in a "get to the point" manner, without a trace of the warmth that should exist between a father and daughter.
Seeing this, Sang Zhiming, who had originally wanted to ease the atmosphere before getting down to business, had no choice but to get straight to the point.
"You know about the Jin Group's recent new energy research and development project, right?"
This is a government-supported project, with the Jin family authorized to develop it. It has unlimited future prospects and is a highly profitable project.
However, the Jin family has very high standards for selecting project partners. Sang Zhiming, with the help of his father-in-law, asked Jin Changyu several times if he could participate in the project, but he was rejected each time.
Since he couldn't do it himself, he could only pin his hopes on Sang Qian.
Looking at the greedy desire in Sang Zhiming's eyes, Sang Qian said indifferently, "I saw it on the news."
Sang Zhiming: "..."
"This is currently the most promising major project in Beijing. If the Sang family can get involved, our company's profits and net worth will increase several times over in less than three years."
He looked at Sang Qian earnestly, "Qian, you also hope that your company will develop better and better, right?"
Sang Qian, "So?"
“We are related to the Jin family by marriage. As the saying goes, we should keep the good stuff within the family. Talk to Changyu and ask him to bring our Sang family into this project as well.”
Sang Zhiming paused, then added, "It doesn't matter how much quota I take, as long as I can participate."
Sang Qian said, "I'm sorry, I have no say in the affairs of the Jin Group."
She refused so bluntly that Sang Zhiming lost face, and his smile vanished.
The dining table was quiet for a few seconds—
"Sister, you didn't even tell brother-in-law, how do you know it won't work?"
Xu Manrong looked at Sang Qian and said, "People always say that couples talk better behind closed doors. Maybe if you say a few nice words to your brother-in-law, it will be settled?"
Sang Qian looked up at her, "Jin's Group is a legitimate company. Its management relies on rules and regulations that treat everyone equally, and its evaluation of project partners is based on rigorous review standards, not... whispering in someone's ear."
Her last three words were emphasized with sarcasm, and Xu Manrong's face flushed red and then turned pale.
"Really?" Zhang Shuli scoffed.
"But how come I heard that not long after the eldest daughter of the Zhou Group returned to China, she visited Changyu a few times, and the Zhou Group became one of the partners in this project?"
Upon hearing Zhou Yunshuang's name, Sang Qian's expression immediately darkened.
Zhang Shuli looked at her and said sarcastically, "Is it that pillow talk doesn't work, or... is it that your pillow talk doesn't work?"
Sang Zhiming angrily retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Where did I say anything nonsense? She's just useless. Miss Zhou can handle her husband, but she can't..."
"Shut up!"
Sang Zhiming slammed his hand on the table in anger, and Zhang Shuli was so frightened that she fell silent.
Sang Qian's hands were clenched tightly under the table, her nails digging deep into her flesh, as she tried to maintain a calm expression.
"Yes, Miss Zhou can handle Jin Changyu, but I can't. So, you should ask Zhou Yunshuang for help, not me."
"Ah Qian, don't listen to her nonsense, you are Changyu's wife..."
“It won’t be like that for long,” Sang Qian calmly interrupted Sang Zhiming.
"I will divorce Jin Changyu when he returns from his business trip."
Upon hearing this, the three people present stared at her in shock, each with a different expression.
A look of panic flashed across Sang Zhiming's face.
A hint of secret joy flashed in Xu Manrong's eyes.
Zhang Shuli, however, wore a disbelieving and sarcastic expression.
Sang Zhiming quickly said, "Aqian, don't listen to your Aunt Li's nonsense. You can't just say things like 'divorce' in anger..."
"I'm not saying this out of anger, I'm serious."
Sang Qian stood up, glanced at them, and said, "So, the kind of whispered advice you want, I can't do it."
She finished speaking and turned to leave.
"He would even lie about getting a divorce just to avoid helping his family."
Zhang Shuli stood up angrily. "Sang Qian, don't forget, you also have shares in the Sang Group. Why don't you contribute and only reap the profits?"
Sang Qian stopped and turned to look directly at her, saying slowly and deliberately, "Because I am my mother's only daughter, and what I inherited is the shares left to me by my mother."
"Even if I'm unhappy one day and sell my shares, you have no right to interfere!"
"you……"
Zhang Shuli was so angry that her face turned ashen, but Sang Qian didn't even glance at her again before turning and leaving the Sang family.
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