Fu Wenzhou stepped aside to block Shen Qiwen's outstretched hand, then placed his large hand on Song Qingyou's waist, holding her firmly in his arms. He turned his head and said casually with a smile, "My wife is none of this gentleman's concern."
Shen Qiwen had never met the famous CEO Fu in Beijing before, and he rarely paid attention to financial news. He spent his days either in the laboratory or participating in domestic and international academic seminars.
But for some reason, as soon as the man appeared, Shen Qiwen immediately sensed danger approaching, thus confirming that the person holding Song Qingyou was the legendary Little President Fu.
Even though the other person was smiling, Shen Qiwen inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
This is the epitome of a smile hiding a dagger.
Shen Qiwen was not intimidated. He looked at Song Qingyou and, after confirming that she was alright, turned to Fu Wenzhou: "Hello, my name is Shen Qiwen."
Fu Wenzhou glanced down at the outstretched hand, his eyes cold. "Sorry, I have no interest in knowing your name."
Shen Qiwen frowned slightly, feeling that the man in front of him was too arrogant, and he disliked such arrogant people.
Shen Qiwen withdrew his hand and looked at Song Qingyou: "Then I'll be going now, see you at Dingsheng."
Song Qingyou glared at Fu Wenzhou, then looked at Shen Qiwen with a slightly apologetic expression: "Okay, senior brother, see you next time."
Shen Qiwen glanced at Fu Wenzhou almost imperceptibly before leaving.
Inside the car, Yan Miao was still singing loudly, shouting as she sang, her muttering unintelligible.
Fu Bei stood to the side and waited for the two to get into the car before turning around and getting into the driver's seat.
Fu Wenzhou sat in the front row, his eyes deep and silent.
Song Qingyou moved her lips, wanting to speak to him first, but Yan Miao grabbed her arm and moved her several times towards her, closing her eyes and clinging to Song Qingyou: "Youyou, I told my boyfriend to come on Saturday, but... hiccup~ but it seems he has to work a part-time job on Saturday, so he can't come..."
Yan Miao blurted it out under the influence of alcohol, fearing that Song Qingyou would scold her.
Song Qingyou frowned slightly. For some reason, she always felt that Yan Miao's boyfriend was not very reliable.
But as an outsider, she shouldn't interfere in matters of the heart, especially since she hadn't even met the person, and Song Qingyou didn't want to jump to conclusions.
After thinking for a moment, Song Qingyou said, "Well, let's wait until he has time to talk about it."
Yan Miao immediately smiled and rubbed her cheek against Song Qingyou's arm: "Youyou, you're so nice."
Song Qingyou smiled and gently rubbed Yan Miao's head. As soon as her palm touched Yan Miao's head, she vaguely sensed a burning gaze. When Song Qingyou looked up, she saw Fu Wenzhou staring at her raised right hand with a resentful expression.
Song Qingyou touched her nose, and for some reason had the feeling that she had petted a dog outside and then got caught by her own dog.
She coughed lightly and silently withdrew her hand, which was about to rub Yan Miao's head.
Fu Wenzhou then withdrew his gaze with a dark expression.
Song Qingyou glanced out the window, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
After safely delivering Yan Miao back to the Yan family home, Fu Bei turned the car around and drove towards Yalin Villa.
It's almost 10 o'clock now, there's no traffic on the road, I'll be home soon.
Song Qingyou got out of the car and walked in front. Fu Wenzhou, with his long legs and big strides, caught up in a few steps.
The door opened and the two entered the room.
A deep voice sounded from behind Song Qingyou.
"Is it Shen Qiwen from the university?"
Song Qingyou paused, turned around, and asked, "You know him?"
Fu Wenzhou's gaze was deep and his voice was heavy: "What did he mean by saying 'see you at Dingsheng next time'?"
Song Qingyou took off her shawl and saw that he was still standing at the door. She reached out and pulled him in, and then stood on tiptoe to help him unbutton his suit jacket.
"Why are you dressed so formally so late at night?"
Fu Wenzhou remained calm, but answered honestly, "It's your class reunion. Dressing formally to pick you up shows that I value it."
"Pfft." Song Qingyou chuckled, "Didn't I tell you to stay home and wait for me obediently?"
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Youyou, you haven't answered my question yet."
"Open your hands," Song Qingyou said.
Fu Wenzhou opened his arms and continued to ask, "Youyou..."
Song Qingyou's head was throbbing from his reading, and she said with a wry smile, "You're like Tang Sanzang, don't you get tired of reading like this?"
"You won't tell me."
“Shen Qiwen is a medical genius and also my teacher’s most outstanding student. He is very talented in the field of medicine and plans to come to Dingsheng to develop his career. I agree.” After a pause, Song Qingyou patiently explained, “Dingsheng’s pharmaceutical R&D department is in great need of talent like Shen Qiwen right now. You know, sometimes talent is harder to attract than equipment.”
When Fu Wenzhou heard that Shen Qiwen was going to Dingsheng and that Song Qingyou had already agreed, his face darkened: "No, he can't go to Dingsheng. I don't agree."
"Youyou," Fu Wenzhou said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly, "I...do...not...agree."
Song Qingyou didn't take his words seriously and turned to the kitchen to pour a glass of water: "Why don't you agree? What's your reason?"
How could Fu Wenzhou possibly let Shen Qiwen go to Dingsheng? That name disgusted him even more than Fu Tingshen.
But he couldn't very well tell Song Qingyou that he was jealous and unhappy, which was why he didn't want Shen Qiwen to go; that would make him seem too childish.
After thinking it over, Fu Wenzhou came up with an awkward excuse: "I also own shares in Dingsheng. I'm the boss, and the boss has the right to decide who to hire."
Song Qingyou took a sip of tea and smiled faintly: "Protest denied."
Fu Wenzhou strode forward, picked up Song Qingyou, and placed her on the table. He braced his arms on either side of her, pressing close to her: "Youyou, you know I mind!"
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