Chapter 19 Do You Regret Marrying Me?

Song Yichen rested his chin on Jian Xi's shoulder and played with her hair.

"Hello?"

"Yichen?"

"Are you still listening?"

Sun Yamei sounded a little anxious when she didn't get a response.

Song Yichen couldn't help it, but he didn't want to.

"Sister-in-law, the company is suffering from heavy losses. You will have to figure out how to finance your dance troupe from now on."

After hanging up the phone, he lifted the quilt to cover himself and Jian Xi...

At the Song family, after Sun Yamei failed to get through to Song Yichen for the third time, she frowned and went downstairs to find Old Madam Song.

"Mom, my dance troupe has two performances this month, and I want to give everyone more bonuses, but the money from Yichen has not arrived yet, and I can't get through on the phone. Can you tell him for me? I'm in a hurry."

In the Song family, anything related to art is a big deal.

Madam Song: "It's probably because the financial work is procrastinating, which has delayed the important things. Wait for me to talk to Yichen and fix the finance department. If it doesn't work, find someone we know well to help him manage the finance department, so as to avoid such a mess in the future."

As she spoke, Old Madam Song dialed Song Yichen's number.

Beep, beep, beep…

No one answered.

She scowled and typed again.

Still the same.

"He must be busy. That's how they do business. They run around all day for a little money. When Yi Chen finishes his work, he will definitely call me back when he sees me." Old Lady Song was very confident.

The next second, the phone rang.

It's the publishing house calling.

"Mrs. Song, when will you transfer the money for the reprint of the last issue?"

Madam Song sat up straight: "Didn't the Song Group give you money?"

"No."

As a well-known literary writer and poet, Mrs. Song has always valued reputation rather than profit, and many of her collections of essays and poems were published at her own expense.

He even often uses it for charity, going to remote and poor areas to sign books and raise donations.

So she really didn't make any money.

Even losing money all the time.

"Yichen is the same. He is so old, but he is still forgetful. He can't even remember such an important thing." Old Madam Song called Song Yichen again.

This time someone finally picked up the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Song Yichen's voice was a little hoarse afterward.

Madam Song ordered him directly: "You should transfer the money to the publishing house immediately. I need to go to several more places for signings this time. The children in those places cannot afford to go to school. You should transfer an extra 10 million to me. If it is not enough, I will tell you later."

Song Yichen followed Jian Xi to her office, sat on the sofa and drank the coffee that the assistant had just brought in.

"Mom, the company has been losing money, and I wanted to ask you if you could give me some money from home to help me with the business."

"Where is the money at home?" Old Madam Song asked, "Aren't you very good at business? How can you be without money? Oh, isn't Jian Xi rich? Ask her to transfer 20 million to me first."

This matter-of-fact tone almost made Song Yichen laugh.

"Mom, how can I spend my wife's money? How is this different from being a gigolo? It's simply bringing shame to our family."

Madam Song was speechless at this.

Yes, how could her son be a gigolo! "Then...the money..."

Song Yichen: "Mom, I will try harder, but business turnover is not something that can be achieved in a short period of time. I'm afraid I won't be able to send you money in the next few months. And I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for Dad's calligraphy school, my eldest brother's tour, my second brother's gallery, and my third brother's performance. But art can't be measured by money. With your fame, you can definitely solve this little thing easily."

Defeat magic with magic.

These were words that the Song family often said, and now Song Yichen conveyed them all back to them.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yichen walked to the desk with a smile and leaned over to look at Jian Xi.

"Wife, do you think they will collectively scold me at home now?"

He was laughing, but the self-mockery in his eyes was so obvious.

Jian Xi asked: "Are you heartbroken?"

Song Yichen held her hand and said, "I feel sorry for you. When they realize what's going on, they will definitely think that you are the one who instigated me not to give them the money."

"It was my suggestion in the first place." Jian Xi was not afraid of the Song family making trouble.

No matter how much she and Song Yichen had been at odds with each other in the past, they were now husband and wife, and she had even slept with him.

Since he is the person in her bed, of course she has to protect him.

The Song family members were lying on her man and drinking his blood with the arrogant attitude of artists. How could she tolerate this?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The three computers on her desk were all lit up, and one of them was showing a tracker signal map. Several balls of different colors were flashing and moving slowly on the map.

And this map is the latest satellite cloud map of the city.

Jian Xi had never been on guard against Song Yichen.

Song Yichen was quite curious: "Wife, who are you following?"

Jian Xi looked at the computer and chuckled, "The blue one is my uncle Qin Li, the yellow one is my second uncle Qin De, the purple one is my third uncle Qin Mian, the pink one is Qin Ziying, and the black one is Qin family butler Zhong Bo."

They are all members of the Qin family.

"What about the red color?" Song Yichen asked, pointing at the fastest moving ball on the map.

Jian Xi's expression was meaningful: "My grandpa."

Song Yichen was surprised: "Mr. Qin?"

Jian Xi looked at him: "Why, you don't understand why I am so wary of the Qin family?"

Song Yichen really didn't understand.

"I know my wife must have a reason for doing this. Has the Qin family harmed you?"

There was a hint of coldness in the depths of his eyes.

"There is no evidence yet." Jian Xi tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her eyes locked on the place where the red ball stopped. "Everyone thinks my grandfather stays at home all year round and has never left the house for many years, but in fact he goes out almost once a month, at irregular times and in irregular places, but he always meets the same person."

Beep beep!

It's an email.

Jian Xi clicked it and saw Old Man Qin and a man drinking tea.

The man was probably in his forties or fifties, wearing a navy blue Mao suit, sunglasses and a hat, and his features were unclear.

Jian Xi replied: [It is better to lose than to wake up. 】

Putting down the phone, she looked at Song Yichen again and asked, "Do you regret marrying me?"

Song Yichen shook his head: "Of course not, wife, why are you asking?"

Jian Xi raised her chin towards the computer and said, "I will be on guard against even my closest relatives. Aren't you afraid that I will plot against you as well?"

Song Yichen walked around the desk and came to Jian Xi.

He thought he might be sick, otherwise why did he not want to be separated from his wife, even if they were separated by a table?

"Then my wife, please plan carefully. It's best to plan so that I can never leave you again."

Jian Xi looked into Song Yichen's eyes carefully to make sure he was not lying.

She gently pinched his jaw and said, "I have a strong desire to control you. Once I put you in my private territory, you will feel very pressured. It's not too late for you to regret it now."

(End of this chapter)