"That's your boyfriend, Mr. Fu Wenzhou!"
Song Qingyou almost thought she had misheard. She was stunned for several seconds before regaining her senses and hurriedly said, "Okay, I understand. I'll go talk to your CEO Fu directly."
After Yang Tian repeatedly agreed, Song Qingyou hung up the phone.
She stood there for more than a minute, and suddenly remembered the argument she had with Fu Wenzhou. What did he say back then?
She said she would rather cooperate with SY than go to him, which led to the biggest conflict between the two.
And it turns out that he was the president of SY.
Song Qingyou almost laughed out of anger.
The last time they had such a fierce argument, she stayed up several nights to create a proposal just to make him happy, and even for the first time, she humbled herself and took the initiative to go to a bar to find him.
It turns out SY belongs to him.
Song Qingyou slowly sat back in her chair, her fingertips tracing the body of the fountain pen.
Recalling the guilty look on his face when she told him she was going to Nancheng the day after tomorrow to discuss cooperation with SY, Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows slightly.
So this must be what he was trying to say.
Confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be treated severely.
Since the truth hasn't been revealed yet, shouldn't the case be handled more severely?
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow, opened the documents, and continued working. Even after leaving Song Corporation with Fu Wenzhou at the end of the day, there was no sign of anything unusual on her face, as if she knew nothing.
Fu Wenzhou secretly observed her expression, wanting to tell Song Qingyou several times that he was the president of SY, but for some reason he was always interrupted, so he hadn't said it yet.
In the car, Fu Wenzhou saw that Song Qingyou was still working on documents and became a little anxious: "Youyou, I still have something to tell you, I..."
Song Qingyou turned around and interrupted him with a smile: "Don't you think the scenery outside the window is especially beautiful today?"
Fu Wenzhou dared not say no, and nodded, "Good, very good, it's like this, actually I am..."
"Ah, I'm a little sleepy, I want to take a nap. Wake me up when you get home." Song Qingyou's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter. After speaking, she even touched Fu Wenzhou's face and gave it a loving pinch.
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
As she closed her eyes, she still didn't say, "Actually, I am the president of SY."
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Song Qingyou was never like this before. Could it be that she knew something?
With a heavy heart, Fu Wenzhou returned home and dared not say anything out of turn. He diligently did this and that, not even letting the servants interfere, and personally prepared the bath water for Song Qingyou.
After taking a shower, Song Qingyou went straight to the study and took out the property transfer agreement that Fu Wenzhou had asked her to sign when he proposed to her from the safe.
She hadn't looked closely at first, but now, after flipping through several pages, she discovered that he had transferred all his assets to her name, including the old Fu family mansion.
Song Qingyou turned to the last page and, as expected, saw SY Hehe listed.
It turns out he had already told her, but she just hadn't noticed.
Song Qingyou couldn't help but chuckle as she thought about his reactions along the way.
She didn't really understand what Fu Wenzhou was fussing about. Before, she thought he was jealous because she felt that she hadn't put him first and hadn't thought of relying on him immediately when she encountered trouble, and that she was too rational in her actions.
But he himself is the president of SY, so what was he angry about with her back then?
Didn't he ever consider that if the argument had been any worse, they might have broken up?
Song Qingyou wanted to teach him a lesson, to make him understand that he shouldn't act solely on his feelings in the future. He should just speak his mind. Keeping things bottled up and getting jealous is just self-destructive.
But when she thought of Fu Wenzhou's pitiful puppy eyes, she couldn't bear to part with him.
If I really get angry with him, not to mention whether I'll be driven crazy, given his temper, I'll probably run away from home again.
Song Qingyou stared at the contract for a long time before finally closing the document and letting out a helpless sigh.
Forget it, even puppies need to be pampered, let him be.
Just as Song Qingyou put the documents into the safe and locked it, she heard footsteps at the door.
Without even guessing, I knew it was Fu Wenzhou who had arrived.
She turned around and saw a tall man, dressed in ordinary charcoal gray casual clothes and slippers, whose handsomeness was still undeniable. He was holding a kitten in his arms and looking eagerly into the house.
Song Qingyou could clearly feel that when the gazes of the person and the cat fell on her, a light appeared for a moment.
She really enjoys the feeling that the other person only has eyes for her.
Song Qingyou curled her lips into a smile.
The door was open, and a breeze blew into the room from the window. Song Qingyou coughed lightly. Seeing this, Fu Wenzhou quickly let go of Zhouzhou, closed the door, and took a few steps to Song Qingyou: "You've been recuperating for so long, how come your health is still so poor?"
Song Qingyou folded a handkerchief and wiped her lips, her voice a little hoarse: "This is a chronic illness of mine, it's not so easy to get better. My body is much better than before now."
Yun Nian's medicine is very effective. Over this period of time, she can feel her body, which was originally exhausted, gradually regaining its vitality. Although she is still prone to coughing and cannot be exposed to cold, and has to be careful at all times, she is much better than before.
Fu Wenzhou was still dissatisfied: "Why should my Youyou suffer like this?"
Song Qingyou chuckled upon hearing this, saying, "Suffering is a normal part of life. There's no such thing as suffering or not suffering. There are many people in the hospital who are much sicker than me. Does that mean everyone should complain about everything?"
Fu Wenzhou took a deep breath. He couldn't care about anyone else; he just wanted her to be well and no longer suffer from the pain of illness.
After a long silence, he said, "Youyou, actually, I am the current president of SY, and there are two directors who were the original founders of the company. However, I still hold the majority of the shares, so for now, I am still the executive decision-maker of SY."
Although it's just a nominal transfer, all his assets, including SY, have been transferred to Song Qingyou. Although there's no formal notarization, he signed the contract, so it's legally effective.
However, this news has not yet been announced to the public, and he is still officially SY's boss.
Song Qingyou listened quietly to him finish speaking, and then calmly hummed in agreement.
Fu Wenzhou was worried that she was angry, so he kept staring into her eyes, but she remained calm and showed no surprise.
He pursed his lips and asked, "Aren't you angry?"
Song Qingyou tossed her a handkerchief, then sat down and opened her notebook: "What's there to be angry about?"
Fu Wenzhou clung to her and sat down next to her, saying, "I'm angry that I lied to you and didn't tell you sooner. I'm angry... I'm angry that we even argued about this before."
That's actually the real reason he's worried.
The two of them had such a fierce argument before because it was related to SY. If Song Qingyou found out that SY was his, he was really afraid that she would remember what happened last time.
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