With just one sentence from Song Qingyou, Fu Nan used all his trump cards.
There was no other way. Fu Nan felt that the Madam would probably be in charge of the family from now on, and even their young CEO Fu would have to listen to her. So, they, as subordinates, might as well surrender to the city as soon as possible.
Who knows, his wife might even promote him in the future because of his honesty and loyalty.
Fu Nan's mind raced, and he imagined all the things that would happen to him in the future—his promotion and wealth.
Song Qingyou didn't even lift her eyelids, her slender white fingers folding a handkerchief, obedient and docile, her voice soft: "So that's how it is. Can I see Uncle Kang when he comes back?"
Fu Nan hesitated for a moment: "Madam, Uncle Kang only listens to the young master... Anyway, I'll tell him when the time comes, but Uncle Kang is so elusive that it's hard to run into him."
"Yes, thank you," Song Qingyou said softly.
Fu Nan dared not let Song Qingyou thank him, and hurriedly said, "Madam, you are too kind. This is what we subordinates should do. It would be too much for us to say thank you."
Fu Wenzhou, who had just returned from the dessert shop, was unaware that his subordinate had already pledged allegiance to another master. He carried two jars of colorful candies into the car, moved very close to Song Qingyou, and said excitedly, "Youyou, I've tasted this candy. It's very sweet, just like you."
Song Qingyou glanced at the jar in his hand: "Don't we still have some at home?"
Fu Wenzhou shook his head: "This one is sweeter. After you finish your medicine, eat a candy and it won't be bitter."
Song Qingyou was stunned. Fu Wenzhou used to buy her many kinds of candy, so many that he couldn't count them all. He would taste each kind first and then give her the sweetest one that wasn't too sweet.
Song Qingyou's home in Wutong Apartment is filled with all sorts of candy jars.
She doesn't have any collecting obsession, but she always finds it hard to throw things away after eating them.
"Youyou?"
Fu Wenzhou called to her, "What are you thinking about?"
Pulling Song Qingyou back from her memories, Song Qingyou looked up at him, holding the candy jar in her hand, and suddenly felt like asking him a question.
"Fu Wenzhou".
"Um?"
"What would you do if I never got divorced?"
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