"You dare touch her?"
Fu Wenzhou caught the belt with his bare hands, his brows furrowed with malice. He was a head taller than Song Yuan, and when the mad dog was angry, his eyes were dark and terrifying, exuding a strong sense of oppression. Song Yuan unconsciously took a step back.
But he quickly recalled the time when he was kicked in public by a junior and lost face. In addition, the Song family was now no less powerful than the Fu family, and he was still angry about how Fu Wenzhou had treated him.
So Song Yuan quickly straightened his back and said sternly, "Fu Wenzhou! Don't forget that I am your elder!"
Fu Wenzhou lowered his voice, his tone chilling: "President Song, let me give you a piece of advice: don't stretch your reach too far. Be careful, or you might break it again in the dark."
Song Yuan said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"
Fu Wenzhou curled his lips, glanced at him, and led Song Qingyou out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Song Yuan stood still, but Fu Wenzhou's gaze gave him the feeling that he had just wanted to break his arm.
Fu Wenzhou has always had a bad reputation in the capital. He is disrespectful to his elders, unconventional, and ruthless. How could he be a good person to have managed to gain a foothold in the Fu Group and seize power in just two years?
If this weren't a society governed by the rule of law...
Song Yuan took a deep breath, his expression cold and terrifying.
Separated by a wall.
Song Qingyou was held in Fu Wenzhou's arms. Her cheeks were pale and bloodless. She breathed in small gasps and closed her eyes in discomfort.
Fu Wenzhou gently placed the person on the sofa. In contrast to his actions, his eyes were almost bloodshot. Heaven knows how much effort he had put into suppressing the violent energy within him.
His Yuyu was almost injured.
It was so close.
Fu Wenzhou was grinding his back teeth so hard they were almost broken. While helping Song Qingyou catch her breath, he was secretly plotting how best to kill Song Yuan.
"Does he do this often?"
After holding it in for a long time, Fu Wenzhou's eyes were almost red, but he finally couldn't help but ask.
Song Qingyou finally recovered and shook her head very gently.
"If you don't make him angry, he won't get angry."
When she was young and hadn't yet learned to read people's expressions, she often acted this way. Later, she learned to be more cunning. In the Song family, she learned to be invisible. She didn't provoke her older siblings, and she even endured the malicious humiliation from the servants without ever making a sound.
Since Song Yuan couldn't find a way to pick a fight with her, he naturally resorted to violence much less often.
In fact, Song Qingyou knew why Song Yuan disliked her. It was simply because she had a face that looked seven or eight parts like Song Ning's. This face constantly reminded Song Yuan how dirty and lowly he had been, and how he had climbed the social ladder to get everything he had.
Her existence was a thorn in Song Yuan's side, and the longer it went on, the deeper it became.
Fu Wenzhou stared at Song Qingyou's pale lips, slowly kneading them with his fingertips: "Song Qingyou."
"Huh?" Song Qingyou responded a beat late, turning her head to try to avoid his fingers pressing against her lips.
Fu Wenzhou held her down, preventing her from moving, his gaze deep: "I can protect you."
Song Qingyou didn't understand: "What?"
"Whether you want to start a company or fight Song Yuan, Youyou—"
Fu Wenzhou lowered his voice, his breath slightly warm: "I can protect you."
As long as she believes him.
Burned by Fu Wenzhou's intense gaze, Song Qingyou's fingertips twitched, her heart clenched violently, and her eardrums went silent for a moment.
She had grown to her mid-twenties and heard countless sarcastic remarks, and many people tried to curry favor with her because of her background. She believed that her heart was already harder than ice.
But Fu Wenzhou's casual remark easily cracked her rock-solid heart, as if something had slipped into the crack. This feeling was unfamiliar, and Song Qingyou raised her hand to cover her chest.
Fu Wenzhou thought she was unwell and panicked as if facing a major crisis: "What's wrong? Are you in pain again?"
Song Qingyou pressed her long, slender, fair hand against his: "I'm fine."
She looked at Fu Wenzhou and said softly, "Song Yuan is tolerating you now because my grandfather had just passed away back then. Song Yuan had just acquired the shares of Song Corporation and hadn't yet established himself. He begged Old Master Fu to sign several cooperation projects with the Song family, with funds amounting to hundreds of billions. Only then did the company's shareholders agree to let him take over my grandfather's position."
Song Qingyou coughed twice and continued, "These contracts are considered unfair terms, and Song Yuan dares not offend the Fu family before the contracts expire."
This is why, when the Fu family's cash flow dried up, Song Yuan was willing to marry his daughter into the family to boost the Fu family's stock price through a marriage alliance.
Song Qingyou: "The contract expires in two months."
Fu Wenzhou curled his lips dismissively: "So what?"
Song Qingyou paused, then said, "Song Yuan's methods are despicable. Do you think he'll let it go after you kicked him before and humiliated him like this today?"
Fu Wenzhou laughed, a laugh that was extremely arrogant and disdainful, but his voice was filled with suppressed anger: "Youyou, in the end, you just don't believe that I can protect you."
Song Qingyou: "..."
So all that talk was for nothing.
This mad dog's thought process is truly incomparable to that of a normal person.
She angrily pushed him away: "I can't talk to you about this."
Seeing her get up, Fu Wenzhou blocked her way, not happy at all: "Where are you going?"
Song Qingyou gritted her teeth: "I want to drink water!"
Fu Wenzhou stood up: "I can handle this small matter."
He had long been accustomed to serving Song Qingyou, and he was happy to serve her, wishing he could stay by her side all day long and take care of her 24 hours a day.
Fu Wenzhou adjusted the hot water to the temperature that Song Qingyou liked before handing it to her.
Zhouzhou suddenly burst out of the bedroom, and Song Qingyou's bad mood improved a little when she saw her.
Small animals can understand human nature, but they don't have a clear understanding of the sharpness of their own claws. The kitten had already heard its owner's movements inside the house, and when it finally managed to pry open the door, it got too excited and started waving its paws around wildly.
Song Qingyou reached out to pet it, but the kitten raised its head and waved its paws at her, wanting a hug.
Fu Wenzhou glanced down, then grabbed Zhouzhou's neck with his large hand. The kitten meowed twice before retracting its sharp claws.
Song Qingyou's palm landed safely on Zhouzhou's fluffy head.
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "Is it that nice to touch?"
Song Qingyou said sincerely, "Yes."
Fu Wenzhou's gaze sharpened for a moment, then he suddenly squatted down and squeezed his head next to Zhouzhou.
Song Qingyou looked bewildered: "What are you doing?"
"Don't touch it, touch me." Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep.
Song Qingyou: ...
After waiting for a long time without her making a move, Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Why aren't you touching me?"
Song Qingyou rubbed her forehead: "It's too hard, it pricks your hand."
I really don't know why this person is arguing with a cat.
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