Are you alright?
As Song Qingyou watched the man desperately pinching himself, this thought popped into her mind.
She pulled his hand down and held it in hers, then reached out and wiped his eyes as casually as if she were closing the eyes of a dead person: "From today onwards, sleep well, eat well, and stop overthinking all day long."
Fu Wenzhou suddenly opened his eyes again, hugged her tightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Then say you love me."
Before Song Qingyou could react, Fu Wenzhou began his performance: "Look, you're even stingy with saying you love me, how can I not overthink things?"
"..."
She paused for a moment, then asked, "So, do you want me to express my love verbally or in my heart?"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled: "Can't I have all of them?"
Song Qingyou stared at him calmly until the man felt guilty, then she finally spoke: "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou was already planning to take back what he had just said, but when he suddenly heard her agree so readily, he was stunned for several seconds.
Their eyes lit up.
I never expected this trick to work so well!
He planted a kiss on Song Qingyou's lips, then pressed his advantage, saying, "Could you say it every morning and evening?"
Song Qingyou got up from his embrace, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and said calmly, "What did you ask me just now?"
Fu Wenzhou: "Could you say you love me every morning and evening?"
Song Qingyou: "The previous sentence."
"...Can I have both?"
Song Qingyou: "No."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
Fu Nan, who was in front, felt sorry for him.
I thought to myself, wouldn't it be better to proceed step by step? Why push my luck?
See, it crashed, didn't it?
Looking in the rearview mirror, Fu Nan's eyes revealed a hint of schadenfreude.
But unexpectedly, she was caught red-handed by the man with a gloomy expression.
Fu Wenzhou could easily tell what he was thinking.
If he's unhappy, how can others be happy?
"Fu Nan, the Jiang City branch is short of a general manager. I think you're good. Go there tomorrow. I'll give you a month to develop the market. If you can't make it work, you don't need to come back."
He spoke in a friendly tone and had a smiling face, but there was no smile in his eyes.
It sounds like you're asking for someone's opinion, but you're not allowed to refuse.
Fu Nan's expression froze.
Fu Wenzhou asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Fu Nan: "...President Fu, I was wrong."
Jiang City, that godforsaken place, had already been assessed and was deemed completely unsuitable for investment. Two general managers who went there both returned empty-handed. His strength wasn't in market development, so the implication was that he was being 'exiled' and never allowed to return.
Fu Wenzhou sneered: "You're wrong? What's wrong with you? You're just enjoying watching the show from the sidelines."
Seeing that he was determined, Fu Nan hurriedly turned to Song Qingyou for help: "Miss Song, our CEO Fu has been staying by your side these past few days without taking off his clothes. He really loves you. Please have pity on him."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
Song Qingyou: "..."
Fu Nan didn't want to go to Jiang City. If he weren't driving, he would have knelt down before Song Qingyou: "Miss Song, Mr. Fu is insecure. He's afraid that one day you'll leave him..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Wenzhou kicked him: "Shut up!"
It was funny that he shamelessly tried to please Song Qingyou, but when these words came from someone else's mouth, they sounded awkward no matter how you looked at them, as if he was trying to gain sympathy from Song Qingyou by having someone else speak to him.
Does he want Youyou's sympathy?
What he wanted was Youyou's blatant and undisguised favoritism towards him.
He threatened with a stern face, "Believe me or not, I'll send you to Africa to work in the mines?"
Fu Nanxin.
So he dared not speak again.
However, he would occasionally glance at Song Qingyou through the rearview mirror with pleading eyes.
Song Qingyou didn't say anything, but turned her head slightly to look out the window.
Fu Wenzhou, who was standing next to him, seemed to be sulking with someone. He kept a long face and didn't say a word, as if he wanted to devour someone whole.
As the car passed through a tunnel, a man's profile was reflected in the car window; he was secretly watching her.
Song Qingyou's gaze met his on the car window, and then the car quickly drove out of the tunnel.
Song Qingyou sighed softly to herself and reached out to take the man's hand in hers.
Almost as soon as she placed her hand on his, the man gripped her hand tightly, interlocking their fingers.
Only then did Song Qingyou realize that Fu Nan had not exaggerated.
Fu Wenzhou is genuinely insecure.
She snuggled back into the man's arms, and Fu Wenzhou quickly pulled her closer.
"Youyou?" He was somewhat puzzled, his movements were extremely cautious.
Song Qingyou looked up and kissed his thin lips: "Fu Wenzhou."
"Um?"
Let's get married.
Fu Wenzhou was completely petrified.
He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils trembling slightly, his voice sounding as if it were being squeezed out of his throat with difficulty: "Youyou, what did you say?"
Song Qingyou: "I said, let's get married. Tomorrow morning, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get our marriage certificate first. Once I'm feeling better, you can pick a place you like, and we'll have the wedding ceremony."
Fu Wenzhou was so shocked by her words that he couldn't speak and stared at her blankly.
Song Qingyou pulled away from his embrace slightly, gazing at him openly, her eyes revealing a sincerity and affection that was clearly visible: "I want to have a wedding with you when we're both healthy. If you really can't wait, we can do it in a few days when I'm feeling better..."
Fu Wenzhou reached out and pressed his finger to her lips, his eyes inexplicably reddening: "I can wait. Youyou, as long as you're willing, I can wait no matter how long it takes."
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