Chapter 46: Did he secretly take aphrodisiacs? ...
The matter escalated overnight, and the Song family lost several projects, totaling nearly 100 billion yuan in value.
Although Song Moyan quickly went to the Tang family to apologize, Miss Tang did not accept the clumsy explanation that "it was just that my younger brother sprained his ankle and I helped him up."
If she doesn't accept it, the Tang family naturally can't accept it either.
The old man who brought them together showed no mercy, flying into a rage and yelling at the man who had been kicked out.
This undoubtedly made matters worse for the Song family.
Partners who had initially planned to reconsider their partnerships all cut ties, and competitors followed suit, kicking him while he was down. Before long, even Song Moyan's past visits to gay bars were exposed.
Good heavens, he's a complete gay man, yet he went on a blind date with Miss Tang!
The purpose is self-evident.
The Song Group's official website was instantly flooded with even more insults, far more offensive than before.
Song Jingguo sat in his study all night, his phone ringing incessantly with calls from major shareholders of the Song Group, demanding answers.
A reputation built up over many years was ruined overnight.
Who isn't in a hurry?
Who wouldn't be angry?
Not to mention the hundreds of billions lost for no reason.
Song Moyan is also to blame. As a father, he failed to properly educate his son, so he is equally at fault!
They say they want an explanation, but in reality, they want the Song family to bear all the losses caused by this incident.
This is tantamount to bankruptcy for the Song family.
Even if they don't go bankrupt, they will leave this circle and never be able to enter it again.
Just thinking about it for a moment made Song Jingguo unable to control his anger.
His life's work, all ruined like this!!
What can we do now?
After shamelessly seeking help from his former business partner to no avail, Song Jingguo finally dragged the Pei family out of the shadows, remembering that he had a son.
It's been almost half a year since he was sent to the Pei family for a wedding to bring good fortune, and he seems to be very popular with the Second Master. A while ago, he even braved the cold wind and freezing rain to watch him race cars.
If it's the Pei family...
With a "nothing to lose" mentality, he contacted Pei Yanli's secretary. Given the huge crisis facing the Song family, he was willing to risk his reputation.
"Since it's Xiao Luo's family, I should help if I can."
After waiting anxiously for more than three hours, Pei Yanli finally relented, not only renewing the previous cooperation but also signing several projects in Luo Yunqing's name.
Song's chips have always been among the best in the country.
Since she was going to ask someone else anyway, Pei Yanli decided to give the opportunity to the Song family, and made it clear that she was doing so out of respect for them.
Luo Yunqing.
The name, once forgotten by major shareholders, has resurfaced after six months.
More than the lost projects, they were worried about how Song Moyan, the future successor of the Song family, would lead the company in the future, given his scandals.
If the decline was foreseen, it would be better to extort money from the Song family to withdraw investment than to suffer greater losses later.
But now, Song Moyan may not be the successor.
The Song family also has another one—their own son!
Although she's only just turned eighteen and still young, she has no scandals, is already married, and her husband is the second master of the Pei family. Furthermore, since entering university, she has consistently ranked at the top of her class, minoring in financial management in addition to artificial intelligence, and her online reputation has always been positive.
Isn't this the perfect successor?
Song Jingguo was still unaware of the thoughts swirling within the shareholders. He only felt as if the heavy stone that had been pressing on his chest all night had suddenly been pushed away, and his body felt much lighter.
He thanked her repeatedly over the phone.
"We can continue to discuss cooperation with the Song family, but as for other matters, I'm afraid I can't help you with anything else." Pei Yanli had no intention of getting involved.
The Song family remains embroiled in a marriage fraud scandal.
After that, it was no longer something he should be thinking about.
…………
The bamboo shoot shumai, which she had just taken a bite of, fell back into the bowl with a thud. Luo Yunqing looked bewildered. "You, I, I and them..."
He put down his chopsticks, took a deep breath, and muttered, "If you don't help them, no one will point fingers or blame you."
We don't owe them anything.
Pei Yanli laid it all out: "I didn't do it for them."
Continuing the cooperation was the original plan. As for signing another project in his name, "Has my wife forgotten what she said last night?"
"Last night?" Luo Yunqing thought hard. "What did I say?"
All I remember is being dragged back to bed and being scolded by him. I wasted all my energy on him every day.
Besides that, what else has he said?
Seeing that he had no recollection of her at all, Pei Yanli turned her head away and sighed silently.
Then, his face was turned back to face.
Luo Yunqing insisted on asking, "Did I ask you to go... to help the Song family?"
How could he do something so disgusting?
“It’s not the Song family, it’s the Song Corporation.” Pei Yanli scratched her face and pinched it. “Song Moyan has caused such a huge scandal. Regardless of what Song Jingguo thinks, the shareholders of the Song Corporation will not sit idly by and let someone with such a blemish take over the Song Corporation. Song Xuechen is just an adopted son. If we exclude the two of them, who else is left?”
Only he remained, the son who had been recognized by the Song family not long ago, but was thrown out as a pawn and forced into a marriage alliance with him.
Luo Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, filled with unease.
Could it be that he blurted out his desire for the Song family last night?
His eyes widened instantly, darting around in all directions, and he stammered, "Scandals like this will fade away in a month or two."
Song Jingguo has been cultivating a successor for over twenty years; it's impossible to just replace him.
“But at least,” Pei Yanli tucked a stray hair behind his ear and pinched his earlobe, “my wife has already entered their sights.”
Currently, most of the power in the Song family is still in the hands of Song Jingguo. Judging from Song Moyan's abilities alone, he can only be described as mediocre. If he surpasses Song Moyan before Song Jingguo officially announces his successor, it is not impossible for him to take over the Song family.
“Your expectations are always good, but what if the outcome is… then you’ll be at a loss.” Luo Yunqing still felt a little sorry for him.
He's essentially paying money to buy a 50/50 chance.
“Well then.” Pei Yanli picked up the bamboo shoot shumai he hadn’t finished and brought it to his mouth, “Wife, you’d better work harder, don’t let me suffer too much loss.”
“…Alright!” The cooperation was already agreed upon, and he couldn’t just back out now. The only option now was to completely capture the Song family.
Luo Yunqing took a big bite of the shumai, filling her mouth with it. She chewed and swallowed, muttering, "Definitely not, I can't let you lose money."
"Huh? What did my wife say?"
"I said," Luo Yunqing buried her face in his chest, tilted her head back, and kissed his Adam's apple, "You're so good to me~"
When he smiles happily, his canine teeth are revealed, his eyes curve into a semi-circle, and his eyelashes droop slightly, with a faint, shimmering light.
The Adam's apple moves up and down.
Pei Yanli pulled the person close and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you have a full breakfast?"
"Hmm!" Luo Yunqing, completely unaware of anything amiss, commented earnestly, "This shumai is... it's quite delicious."
"It's delicious. I'll ask Auntie to make it again next time." As she spoke, she slipped a hand under the hem of her sweater.
Her smile froze abruptly, and Luo Yunqing lowered her head, her voice tinged with unspoken resentment: "I just woke up."
Has he been drinking turtle soup every day behind my back? He seems to have a lot of internal heat.
"I want a reward." The mischievous hand inside the sweater slowly moved up to hug her shoulder. Pei Yanli used a little force to move her from the chair into her arms, rubbing her cheek: "Wife, shouldn't you praise me?"
The voice was soft and slow, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, light and subtle.
Luo Yunqing couldn't take it anymore, and with him pinching her sensitive spots with both light and heavy pressure, her cheeks quickly flushed red.
Biting her lip, she couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you full?"
"I'm hungry every day."
"That's outrageous!" Luo Yunqing clutched his waist and tried to slip away, but he was too slow. Before he could get down, someone controlled his wheelchair and took him back to his room.
"Honey, my back isn't feeling well," he said quickly.
"Then let's try another way."
Luo Yunqing: "..."
Is this something that can be alleviated simply by changing the approach?
"Ah! I remember now! Don't we have to go back to the old house for Chinese New Year?"
"Um."
"I want to take it slow."
"good."
Ten minutes later.
Pei Yanli then asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"..."
Luo Yunqing was furious. In a fit of rage, she flipped over and grabbed his chin, her expression fierce: "I don't believe it! I'm full, how can you be hungry?"
For the rest of the afternoon and evening, the door was never opened.
As the night drew to a close, Luo Yunqing was completely exhausted and could not move a single finger, so she clung to him again.
"Pei Yanli." He spoke again, his hoarse voice trembling, "Tell me the truth, did you secretly take aphrodisiacs?"
Pei Yanli felt extremely wronged: "No."
Is this not the case?
Where did my stamina go? What happened to my supposed apathy... wait a minute.
He was in high spirits on his wedding night, but his leg ailment hampered his performance!
"It's simply because I love my wife."
His wandering attention was instantly brought back to its senses by those words. Pei Yanli hugged him from behind, biting the back of his neck, and whispered in his ear, "I want to be close to you every moment, I can't help it."
Her hand, adorned with a wedding ring, clasped his fingers tightly.
From the moment I first saw that photo in the news, I felt a strange stirring deep within my heart.
Pei Yanli: "Why are you crying again? Okay, I promise, this is the last time."
He slowed his movements and gently kissed away the tears on the person's face.
It's good to cry, but it's not good to keep crying. Even in this kind of situation, I hope he can always be happy.
As the time drew to a close, Pei Yanli became increasingly gentle. Although she was not very strong, Luo Yunqing was not as weak as she had been the previous times. She lay lazily on the sofa, watching him busily change the sheets and occasionally pour herself a few sips of warm water.
Pei Yanli was fully able to stand up, but she couldn't walk fast, and her legs still hurt a little when she put any effort into them.
"Honey," Luo Yunqing's eyelids drooped wearily, "Should we tell Dad that you can stand up?"
The old man hopes every day that he can be healthy.
Now, apart from some lung problems, everything else is basically fine.
"Let's not talk about it for now." After changing the sheets, Pei Yanli carried him back to bed, took out the ointment from the drawer, and applied it little by little. "Wait until I'm fully recovered."
"Um,,,"
Luo Yunqing closed his eyes comfortably. Soon, a pair of hands landed on him, skillfully massaging his lower back.
"Emphasis on this again."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Luo Yunqing lifted her eyelids slightly and complained softly, "It's much better than you pinching me."
After each encounter, clear finger marks would be left on my waist, taking several days to fade.
I was almost seen changing clothes for a play rehearsal.
"I'll be gentler next time..."
"Hmm~"
She was tireless in feeding him, yet she was also considerate of his feelings, so it wasn't all that bad.
Luo Yunqing fell asleep with his hand on her waist and didn't pick up her phone all day. Later, she saw the message that Song Jingguo sent shortly afterward.
Because of Pei Yanli, he remembered his adopted son and asked him to come home for the New Year.
In a sense, Song Moyan's lie was a lucky accident.
He will definitely return to the Song family; otherwise, how could he face the projects that Pei Yanli invested in?
But not now.
…………
It's almost the end of the year.
Luo Yunqing followed Pei Yanli back to the old house.
The old man was overjoyed and talked to them for a long time, mostly asking about Pei Yanli's health. When he mentioned Pei Yanli's leg, he couldn't help but think of his grandson who also had a broken leg, and his eyes couldn't hide his worry.
“Xiao Heng…”
He's been in a coma for almost a month.
"I heard that the boss even gave you trouble over this?"
There's nothing to hide, Pei Yanli nodded.
"He was too hasty." The old man had already heard the whole story from the housekeeper, "Don't take it to heart."
"I know."
After exchanging a few more words, Pei Yanli excused herself that she was tired and took Luo Yunqing back. On their way back to the main house, they ran into the First Madam, Wang Manshu, coming out of the house.
Standing at the door, I glared at them with hatred.
Even without this incident, their relationship would have remained the same. Pei Yanli had nothing to say to her. He took Luo Yunqing's hand and walked past without looking at her.
Shortly after they returned to their own courtyard, news suddenly came from the main courtyard: Pei Hengzhi has woken up!
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