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's tone became anxious as 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 fund 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 hasn't arrived yet, and I can't get through on the phone. Could you please tell him for me? It's urgent."
In the Song family, anything related to art is a big deal.
Madam Song: "I guess the financial work is delayed, delaying the important things. Let me talk to Yichen and we will clean up 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 chaos in the future."
As she spoke, Old Madam Song dialed Song Yichen's number.
Beep, beep, beep...
No one answered.
She hit him again with a sullen face.
Still the same.
"He must be busy. That's how they do business. They run around all day for a little money. When Yichen sees me after he's done, he'll definitely call me back." 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 over profit, and many of her collections of essays and poems were published at her own expense.
He even often uses this to do charity work, going to remote and poor areas to sign books and make donations.
So she really didn't make any money.
Even losing money all the time.
"Yichen is the same. He is such a grown-up, but he still loses things and forgets things. He can't even remember such an important thing." Old Lady Song called Song Yichen again.
This time someone finally answered.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Song Yichen's voice was a little hoarse afterward.
Madam Song ordered him directly: "You must transfer the money to the publishing house immediately. I need to go to several more places to sign books this time. The children in those places can't afford to go to school. Please give me an extra 10 million. If it's not enough, I will tell you later."
Song Yichen followed Jian Xi to her office and sat on the sofa drinking the coffee that the assistant had just brought in.
"Mom, the company has been making losses, and I was wondering 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 broke? 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 really bringing shame to our family."
These words left Old Madam Song speechless.
Yes, how could her son be a gigolo!
"Then...the money..."
Song Yichen: "Mom, I'll try harder, but business turnover won't be effective in a short period of time. I'm afraid I won't be able to send you money in the next few months. And there's also Dad's calligraphy school, eldest brother's tour, second brother's gallery, and third brother's performances. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for them. But art can't be measured by money. With your fame, you can definitely solve this little problem easily."
Defeat magic with magic.
These were words that the Song family members often said, and now Song Yichen had 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 all scold me at home right now?"
He was smiling, 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'll definitely think you're the one who instigated me not to give them the money."
"It was me who proposed it in the first place." Jian Xi was not afraid that the Song family would cause trouble.
No matter how much she and Song Yichen argued 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?
The three computers on her desk were all lit up, and one of them was displaying a tracker signal map. Several balls of different colors were flashing and moving slowly across the map.
And this map is the latest satellite cloud map of the city.
Jian Xi never guarded 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 eldest 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 the Qin family's housekeeper Zhong Bo."
They are all members of the Qin family.
"What about the red one?" Song Yichen asked, pointing to 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 coldness in the depths of his eyes.
"There's no evidence yet." Jian Xi's fingers tapped lightly on the table, his eyes fixed on the spot where the red ball came to rest. "Everyone thinks my grandfather stays at home all year round and hasn't left the house in years, but in fact, he goes out almost every month. The time and place are not fixed, but he always meets the same person."
Beep beep!
It's an email.
Jian Xi clicked it and saw Old Master 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 appearance was unclear.
Jian Xi replied: [It’s 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 do you ask?"
Jian Xi raised her chin towards the computer and said, "I'm on guard against even my closest relatives. Aren't you afraid that I might plot against you too?"
Song Yichen walked around the desk and came to Jian Xi.
He thought he might be sick, otherwise why would he not want to be separated from his wife?
Not even across a table.
"Then my wife, please plan it carefully. It's best to plan it 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. If you regret it now, it's not too late."
(End of this chapter)
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