Song Qingyou blushed at his words and turned her head away from Fu Wenzhou.
Fu Wenzhou was thick-skinned; seeing that she ignored him, he clung to her again.
Song Qingyou walked to the bedside, and he followed her there. Song Qingyou turned around and said irritably, "Go take a shower, stop following me."
Fu Wenzhou snorted, "What's wrong with following you? I'm happy to follow you."
Song Qingyou was completely helpless against Fu Wenzhou, so she simply stopped talking to him and let him pester her.
After finishing up her work at the company, Song Qingyou said to the man sitting next to her who was massaging her legs, "Dingsheng's drug approval process will be completed this week. I plan to visit Song Ning after I'm done with this."
The woman's long, straight legs rested on his lap. Fu Wenzhou's movements were meticulous, his pressure just right, his massage skills improving day by day: "Hmm, we really should get to the bottom of what happened back then."
Song Qingyou paused, then said, "Song Ning... seems to be sick, quite seriously. She'll have surgery at the end of the month."
"I know," Fu Wenzhou replied casually. "Don't worry, she won't die anytime soon. She'll last until you finish this busy period."
Song Qingyou: "..."
She coughed lightly: "Why do you say that so casually?"
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow: "Youyou, she's the one who ruined you like this. I'm already being lenient by not killing her. Do you expect me to wish her well?"
Song Qingyou chuckled and said, "Don't say that..."
Fu Wenzhou nodded: "Okay, then give me a kiss and I won't say anything."
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow slightly: "Then you can continue talking. Anyway, I have nothing to do with Song Ning."
Upon hearing this, Fu Wenzhou's lips curled slightly.
It's best if she thinks that way; a mother like Song Ning doesn't deserve any pity.
What happens to Song Ning in the end, whether she lives or dies, is none of their business.
The next morning, Song Qingyou received a call from Yan Miao.
She said her boyfriend was going to treat her friends to a meal, and that Song Qingyou had to make time to go no matter what.
Song Qingyou was already somewhat uneasy about Yan Miao's boyfriend, so she agreed to meet him to put her mind at ease.
The time is set for 6 p.m.
A Chinese restaurant under the Jingchuan Bridge.
Song Qingyou frowned slightly when she heard the address and asked Yan Miao, "This place is expensive. Isn't your boyfriend not very financially well-off? Tell him to just eat some simple home-cooked food and not go to such an expensive restaurant."
Yan Miao said nonchalantly, "Oh, don't worry, he doesn't need to pay, I'll pay for it."
Song Qingyou was speechless for the first time. After a few seconds, she asked, "If you pay, then you're treating. How can it be considered that he's treating?"
Yan Miao touched her nose and said shyly, "He said he wanted to treat you, but I don't think he has much money. I have money, so I'll pay for it. We're dating, so we don't need to be so calculating."
Song Qingyou's temples throbbed with pain, and she said helplessly, "I understand, I'll be there on time tonight."
Yan Miao said, "Let's invite Jiang Xun too. I don't have many friends. You two can come and support me."
Song Qingyou: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou sent Jiang Xun a WeChat message, asking if she had time tonight.
Jiang Xun didn't ask if she was free; instead, she asked what it was about.
When Song Qingyou mentioned that Yan Miao's boyfriend was going to treat everyone, Jiang Xun immediately replied that he was free and that he would go to Song's company to pick up Song Qingyou in advance.
Song Qingyou's brow twitched slightly as she looked at her WeChat chat with Jiang Xun.
How come I never realized Jiang Xun was such a gossip before?
When she met this person in Binhai, she only thought of Jiang Xun as a cold and thorny rose. Unexpectedly, the more she got to know her, the more she discovered that this woman was not only a money-grubber but also a gossip genius.
You really can't judge a book by its cover.
At 5 p.m., Jiang Xun arrived as promised.
As soon as Song Qingyou stepped out of the Song Group building, she saw a low-key silver Lamborghini sports car parked at the entrance.
The car's color scheme should be changed; it should be less conspicuous yet still stylish.
It perfectly matches Jiang Xun's personality.
Song Qingyou stepped forward and gently knocked on the car window with her delicate hand. Inside, Jiang Xun, dressed in a red dress and wearing sunglasses, exuded a cool and elegant aura.
The other person lightly hooked their sunglasses down with their fingertips and smiled at Song Qingyou, "You're quite punctual."
Song Qingyou opened the car door: "You too."
Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow, did not refute, and reminded Song Qingyou: "Fasten your seatbelt, I drive faster."
Song Qingyou said calmly, "There are speed limits in the city. If you don't want to get a ticket, drive slowly."
Jiang Xun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding citizen."
Song Qingyou pursed her lips, and after a few seconds suddenly said, "You're just like Fu Wenzhou."
Jiang Xun became interested: "How are they the same?"
She was quite curious about what she could possibly have in common with that mad dog that everyone feared.
Song Qingyou slowly said, "Their ability to spout nonsense is exactly the same."
Jiang Xun: "...I never realized you had such a sharp tongue."
Song Qingyou's lips curled up slightly: "It's not too late to see it now."
Jiang Xun found Song Qingyou to be quite interesting. She was a delicate and beautiful woman with a unique, aloof and noble temperament, like a fairy who had never been touched by the mortal world.
But inside, he's cunning, sharp-tongued, and relentless; he won't forgive anyone until he's taken advantage of.
Her face is like Guanyin, but her heart is like a snake or a scorpion.
Ruan Mingchen's description is absolutely accurate.
However, the good thing about her is that as long as you don't provoke her, she won't try to get back at you.
Jiang Xun used to look down on this sickly beauty from the capital, but now his opinion has changed. As the saying goes, two kinds of people can't sleep in the same bed. What kind of kind person could someone be with Fu Wenzhou?
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