Afterwards, Song Qingyou hid in Fu Wenzhou's arms, two buttons on her cheongsam were missing, revealing a glimpse of her skin.
Fu Wenzhou covered her tightly with his coat and carried her all the way home, not letting her get down to walk a single step.
Having just experienced a passionate encounter, and in such a thrilling and dangerous state, Song Qingyou was exhausted, feeling completely drained. Her consciousness was hazy, and in a daze, she seemed to feel her body enveloped in warm water.
Someone was helping her take a bath, their movements were very gentle, and their palms were supporting her head, as if they were afraid of waking her up.
Fu Wenzhou pulled her out of the water, held her in his arms, and carefully dried her off. He didn't care that the water stains had soaked his expensive shirt, afraid that the movements would wake her up. He kissed Song Qingyou's lips tenderly.
When Song Qingyou woke up the next morning, she felt quite refreshed.
She smiled slightly, put on her slippers, and went to the bathroom to wash up. When she looked down, she realized that the amulet on her wrist was missing. After searching around without finding it, she had no choice but to give up.
After washing up, Song Qingyou went downstairs to look for Fu Wenzhou but couldn't find him. Just as she was about to call him to ask, she heard a noise at the door.
There are sounds of people arguing.
Song Qingyou casually picked up a cashmere shawl and walked out, only to find that it was someone she wasn't very familiar with.
Fu Bei stood coldly at the door, preventing anyone from entering, but the Fu family members all tried to squeeze in.
A number of bodyguards dressed in black rushed out from all directions and drove the group of people out of the door.
Song Qingyou was slightly surprised to see so many people suddenly appear in her yard.
Where did these people come from?
Didn't Fu Wenzhou dismiss everyone in the villa?
"Where is Fu Wenzhou? Tell him to come out and see us! What's the meaning of him hiding?"
"That's right! I'm his great-uncle, an elder of the Fu family. What right do you have to stop me from entering!"
Someone spotted Song Qingyou and shouted, "Miss Song, we have something very important to discuss with Wenzhou today. What do you mean by having someone stop us at the door!"
"You haven't even entered the Fu family yet, what? You think you can act as the head of the Fu family?"
"Let us in right now! Otherwise, we'll make a scene at the Fu family's office and get reporters to judge! We'll let everyone outside see what this heartless Fu Wenzhou has done to us!"
Song Qingyou frowned slightly and said to Fu Bei, "Let them in."
“Madam.” Fu Bei hesitated for a moment, but still stepped aside. When the group of bodyguards in black saw that Fu Bei had moved aside, they did not stop him and stood neatly on both sides.
The two uncles leading the Fu family spat at Fu Bei and cursed, "He's just a dog, what's there to be so arrogant about?"
Song Qingyou paused, turned around and glanced at the person who was cursing, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
The group followed into the house, with Fu Bei close behind, his face still expressionless.
The Fu family sent seven or eight people, including close relatives as well as distant relatives, ranging in age from young to old.
Song Qingyou glanced around, then sat in the main seat. Fu Bei poured a cup of tea and stood next to her, saying, "Madam, please have some tea."
Song Qingyou took a sip, set the teacup aside, and looked up at everyone: "Speak, what do you want with Fu Wenzhou?"
"Fu Wenzhou has taken back all the shares we hold. What's the difference between this and wanting us to die? It was one thing for him to kick us out of the Fu family three years ago, but now he's unwilling to even give us this small share of dividends. We are all his elders. Is this how a junior should behave?!"
The one who spoke was Fu Changze, who was the most senior among them.
“Song Qingyou, this is a matter for the Fu family. You should stop interfering. We’ll just sit here and wait for Fu Wenzhou to come back! I want to see how he plans to explain himself to us.”
"Yes! Let's wait for him to come back!"
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples, feeling extremely annoyed by this commotion so early in the morning.
“What you are saying is a bit wrong. These shares originally belonged to Fu Wenzhou. If he was willing to give them away, he can naturally take them back.”
Fu Changze coldly retorted, "Don't think we don't know why he suddenly withdrew his shares. Isn't it because we blocked the entrance to the Fu family ancestral hall and refused to let you into the Fu family? This is deliberate revenge!"
Song Qingyou was taken aback, not expecting that Fu Wenzhou's reason for taking back the shares was this.
"I'm putting this out there today: if Fu Wenzhou doesn't return the shares to us, then don't blame us for turning our backs on him. Justice will prevail. He's driven us to a dead end, so we'll have no choice but to leave the Fu family no way out," Fu Changze said with a sneer.
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow slightly: "Are you threatening me?"
"I'm threatening Fu Wenzhou!" Fu Changze sneered. "If you want to interfere in the affairs of our Fu family, you should first consider your own capabilities."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou merely lifted her eyelids slightly, her icy gaze sweeping over everyone's expressions: "If you want to fight to the death, you should first consider whether you're qualified."
"Song Qingyou, what do you mean!"
"A bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, do you think you can stir up the Fu family's turbulent ocean?" Song Qingyou wiped her lips with a handkerchief, her tone indifferent: "I called you all in here to give you a piece of advice: people should know their own limitations and know when to stop. Otherwise, I don't mind exposing your shameful deeds one by one. Whether you end up with broken families or in jail, it has nothing to do with me, Song Qingyou."
Fu Changze and the others were furious, and one by one they came up and pointed at Song Qingyou and cursed her.
Just as her patience was about to run out, someone at the door called out loudly, "Madam, Mr. Fu is back!"
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards the door.
The black Maybach stopped in the yard, the door opened, and a cool breeze blew in.
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