Song Qingliu didn't seem to mind Lin Xiao's teasing.
She sent a voice message to her assistant, Xu Chen.
[Xu Chen, the usual order: Imperial Kitchen, two servings, delivered within half an hour.]
Song Qingliu's voice is deep and gentle, possessing a calming power.
Lin Xiao took a deep breath without making a sound.
He looked at Song Qingliu, who was busy at work.
I was wondering if I should do something.
He stood up and glanced around the office layout.
Then my gaze fell on a group photo on the desk.
There are three people up there.
Song Qingliu was in the center, Feng Qi was on the left, and on the right was a handsome young man in his twenties.
As can be seen from the photos, Song Qingliu and Feng Qi are closer together.
Lin Xiao couldn't help but wonder, who was this young man?
But adhering to the professional ethics of a sycophant, he never said a word.
When Song Qingliu noticed that he had stared at the photo for a while, she took the initiative to say, "The one on the right is my half-brother."
Lin Xiao was taken aback.
elder brother?
Could it be the child born to Qing Zong's father's first wife?
Song Qingliu seemed to understand Lin Xiao's doubts and took the initiative to answer: "He is my father's illegitimate child with another woman before he married my mother."
ah?
Lin Xiao Petrochemical.
The world of the rich is truly hard to judge.
"Is President Qing on good terms with your brother?" Lin Xiao felt he should inquire about her.
A cold smile crept across Song Qingliu's lips.
"He wants to take everything that rightfully belongs to me. Do you think our relationship can ever be good again?"
Lin Xiaojian raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Qing, it seems I asked a stupid question."
Song Qingliu closed the document, her slender fingers twirling an emerald ring on the index finger of her left hand.
This is a memento left to her by her mother.
It is also a symbol of the power of the Song family's leader.
However, her mother died in childbirth, and the actual person in charge of the Song Group had become her father, Chen Jingyao, who had married into the family.
and,
He wanted to swallow up the Song Group and turn it into his Chen family's property, so that he could pass it on to his illegitimate son surnamed Chen!
My grandfather chose the wrong person.
My mother also trusted the wrong person.
The wrong person was chosen.
Today, she, the only bloodline of the Song family, is being ostracized and has to rely on her own entrepreneurship to establish Tianqi Medical Technology Co., Ltd.
Song Qingliu gently turned the ring with her fingers, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.
She slowly raised her head, looked at Lin Xiao, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, but the smile was cold.
“It’s not a stupid question,” she said, her tone still calm but with a suppressed force, “but you may underestimate what some people are capable of for power and profit.”
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Not everyone in the family is trustworthy. Even those of the same bloodline may betray you for their own benefit."
As she spoke, the coldness in her eyes deepened, as if she were recalling the betrayals and struggles she had once experienced.
“So, I can only rely on myself.” Her tone was firm, with a hint of weariness that was barely perceptible, but more so with determination.
She looked down again at the ring in her hand, as if it were not just an ornament, but a heavy responsibility and pressure.
After a moment, she composed herself and regained her composure.
“But these things are none of your business,” she waved her hand gently, as if erasing unpleasant memories. “You just need to do your job.”
Lin Xiao nodded.
He knew that Song Qingliu's life was destined to be filled with fierce and ruthless power struggles.
As an outsider, he couldn't help and didn't want to get involved.
All he needed to do was play the role of Feng Qi well.
Soon after, Xu Chen brought in the food prepared by the Imperial Kitchen.
Three dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes.
They were all served in exquisite blue and white porcelain plates.
Lin Xiao's eyes flickered.
"Qingliu, come and eat." Lin Xiao's eyes softened, a smile playing on his lips, as he extended his hand to Song Qingliu.
My hand went limp.
Song Qingliu's soft, boneless little hand was placed in Lin Xiao's big palm.
Lin Xiao led Song Qingliu to the coffee table and sat down.
Lin Xiao picked up the ebony chopsticks and handed them to Song Qingliu, saying, "Eat more. You've lost weight lately."
The coldness in Song Qingliu's eyes faded, replaced by a hint of shyness. She gently scolded, "No way! I've gained weight."
"Really?" Lin Xiao looked Song Qingliu up and down carefully. "I didn't see that coming. Oh, I know, you're clearly in Versailles!"
"Qingliu, you have such a great figure, you don't need to worry about your weight at all. Come on, eat some fish. Eating fish won't make you fat. It's low in calories."
Song Qingliu's lips curved into a smile.
My whole body visibly relaxed.
She reached for the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish with her chopsticks and began to eat silently.
Lin Xiao also picked up a large piece of fish and put it in his bowl, patiently removing the fish bones.
Song Qingliu glared at him with a smile, "Eat without worry, the fish here is very well prepared, there are no fish bones—"
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingliu's expression changed drastically.
She quickly took a big gulp of water and swallowed it, but found that the foreign object in her throat still hadn't gone down.
Instead, it got even tighter.
The pain made her uncomfortable, but she didn't show it.
She recalled a time when she was a child, when the son of the nanny who took care of her got a fish bone stuck in his throat. The nanny fed him a big mouthful of rice, and he eventually swallowed the fish bone.
So she quickly picked up the rice and shoveled a big mouthful into her mouth until she couldn't eat anymore.
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