When Song Qingyou received Fu Wenzhou's WeChat message, she was in the conference room holding a new shareholders' meeting.
The phone, which had been lying to the side, kept ringing.
Song Qingyou picked up her phone, her slender white fingertips lightly tapping the table, signaling the people below to continue.
Upon seeing the WeChat message, Song Qingyou couldn't help but smile slightly.
Fu Wenzhou: Youyou, what are you doing?
Fu Wenzhou: I'm home alone, missing you...
Fu Wenzhou: Gu Bai and the others are throwing me a welcome-back banquet, can I go, baby?
Fu Wenzhou: I promise I won't be back past 10 o'clock.
Fu Wenzhou: Sister, if you don't want me to go, I won't go.
Below that was a string of puppy emojis he posted.
Song Qingyou tapped lightly with her fingertips.
You: You can go, but you are not allowed to drink or smoke.
Fu Wenzhou responded very quickly, giving a salute followed by two words: "Yes, sir!"
Song Qingyou chuckled, replied with a heart emoji, and then closed her phone.
In the past, Song Qingyou would habitually put her phone on silent when she was busy, but now Fu Wenzhou really enjoys chatting with her, and he even video chats with her during his lunch break.
Afraid of missing Fu Wenzhou's message, Song Qingyou didn't mute her phone anymore.
The employees below were used to this scene and calmly continued their meeting.
7 PM.
Nighttime Bar.
The black Maybach stopped outside the bar, the door opened, and a cool breeze blew in.
Someone got out of the driver's seat and bowed respectfully to open the door for the person in the back seat.
The man inside the car slowly got out, his movements deliberate and methodical. From Ruan Yinyin's angle, she could only vaguely see half of his figure.
Dressed in all black, tall and slender, he possessed an aloof and rugged air.
Holding a staff shaped like an angry lion, his fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles. He was as cold as snow in the twelfth lunar month, yet his facial features were sharp and flamboyant, making him appear arrogant and unruly.
No matter how many times Ruan Yinyin looks at it, she is still captivated by this face.
She learned from Chu Fan's wife, Gu Ruo, that they would be hosting a welcome-back banquet for Fu Wenzhou tonight to celebrate his escape from death and the fact that he had finally found Master Yun Fang's disciple. They had specially arranged this banquet for him.
It was supposed to be a welcome dinner, but it was really just a bunch of friends getting together to eat, drink, and have fun.
Ruan Yinyin shamelessly followed him and waited for him at the door.
She came today to negotiate with Fu Wenzhou. Fu Wenzhou's birthday is coming soon, and he will be able to get his marriage certificate with Song Qingyou then. She doesn't have time for that now.
Ruan Yinyin bit her lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, and took a few steps to Fu Wenzhou, opening her arms to block him: "Fu Wenzhou, I have something to say to you."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at her coldly, picked up his cane, and pushed her aside. "Sorry, I don't want to hear it."
Ruan Yinyin was unwilling to give up, staring intently at Fu Wenzhou: "We've been childhood sweethearts for a while! Are you so annoyed with me now? So annoyed that you don't even want to say two words to me?"
Fu Wenzhou almost suspected that Ruan Yinyin had something wrong with her brain. He was wary of women and was afraid that he would be misunderstood by Youyou again like last time. He took two steps back as if avoiding a snake or scorpion: "Please keep a certain distance from me. Also, who the hell is your childhood sweetheart? The only one who is my childhood sweetheart is Song Qingyou. Who do you think you are? Get lost."
His impatient expression stung Ruan Yinyin's eyes. Seeing him about to leave, Ruan Yinyin panicked: "You almost died for Song Qingyou! What did she have that made you want to do that? If you marry me, I can give you all the shares of the Ruan family. Would Song Qingyou do the same for you? Would she give you the shares of the Song Group?"
Fu Wenzhou's patience ran out, and his eyes were like shards of ice: "Ruan Yinyin, if you're not thinking straight, go get it treated. I don't have any medicine here."
He ignored her and walked straight into the bar.
Ruan Yinyin's eyes changed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I have 15 percent of Ruan's shares given to me by my grandmother. As long as you marry me, I am willing to transfer all of these shares to you!"
This was her last bargaining chip. Ruan Yinyin lost her pride and spoke almost pleadingly.
Fu Wenzhou turned to look at her, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Ruan Yinyin, if I remember correctly, you called me a dog at the banquet last time, didn't you? What? After not seeing you for a few months, you're willing to marry a dog?"
Ruan Yinyin's face flashed with shame and indignation. She had never found a chance to retaliate against Song Qingyou for the slaps she received last time, and she was already upset enough. Now that Fu Wenzhou had brought up the old matter again, it was as if he was digging up her embarrassment from that day and making her suffer it all over again.
She took a deep breath: "Fu Wenzhou, I like you. I've liked you since I was sixteen, I..."
"Get out." Before she could finish speaking, Fu Wenzhou ruthlessly interrupted her. He was never very patient with other women: "Ruan Yinyin, you should be glad you are Grandpa Ruan's granddaughter, otherwise you would have lost your tongue by now."
He said these words expressionlessly, and Ruan Yinyin was so frightened that she was speechless for a moment, staring blankly at him.
Fu Wenzhou said coldly, "This is my last warning to you. If there's a next time, I won't hesitate to cut your tongue out. You've been fucking noisy enough."
He finished speaking and went inside without looking back, his eyes filled with utter disgust.
Ruan Yinyin stood frozen in place, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, her eyes flashing with intense hatred.
She's already humbled herself so much, why shouldn't he be willing?
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