"What did you say? Say it again."
Fu Wenzhou's voice was so cold that Gu Bai's feet felt cold as well.
He coughed and repeated what he had just said: "The real founder of Qingning that you asked me to investigate is surnamed Song. She invested in the US three years ago. This Ms. Song owns 95% of Qingning's shares, but I sent people to look for her and they couldn't find her in the US."
Gu Bai paused for a moment: "In other words, this M country person surnamed Song has legal documents and a household registration, but there is no such 'person'. However, I found something interesting."
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Speak."
Gu Bai: "Every quarter, a large sum of money will be transferred into the account of this Ms. Song who has no such person, and the recipient is your sickly beauty who would fall over with a gust of wind."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
"So you don't need to worry about Qingning posing any threat to Song Qingyou. I think it's probably another trap she set for Song Yuan. It's a shame you're worried about her being bullied and wish you could acquire Qingning right away."
Gu Bai sat down casually: "You know what, Song Qingyou is really smart. I'm really curious what Yan Shaoqin's face will be when he finds out that he was completely fooled by a little girl. Haha, just thinking about it makes me laugh."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at Gu Bai's gloating face, scoffed, and said arrogantly, "My Youyou has always been very smart."
The thought that Song Qingyou was using Yan Shaoqin made Fu Wenzhou feel exceptionally cheerful.
It seems that his friend Youyou didn't ask him for help back then because she was reluctant to take advantage of him.
"What are you grinning about?" Gu Bai asked with disdain when he saw Fu Wenzhou's infatuated expression.
Fu Wenzhou's smile faded: "How many scattered shares does the Song Group still hold outside?"
"Eight percent."
“You buy this 8% in the name of Jiangcheng SY Group,” Fu Wenzhou said casually, his legs crossed.
Gu Bai straightened up: "Why don't you go yourself? Aren't you the CEO of SY?"
Fu Wenzhou's expression was indifferent, and his voice was low and cold: "Gifts should always be kept mysterious so that the recipient can be surprised when they receive them."
Gu Bai chuckled, expressing his disdain for men who are obsessed with love.
After finishing their business, Gu Bai planned to leave.
Fu Wenzhou suddenly called out to him, and under Gu Bai's bewildered gaze, he leaned forward.
He said expressionlessly, "Touch it."
Gu Bai's eye twitched, and he said in horror, "Fu Wenzhou, are you a pervert? I don't have a fetish for touching men's heads! Even if you can't get Song Qingyou, don't shift your focus to your brothers!"
"..." Fu Wenzhou turned his head to look at him, his eyes devoid of warmth: "I told you to touch, so touch."
With his eyes closed and a look of grim determination, Gu Bai rubbed Fu Wenzhou's hair twice, finding it quite nice to the touch, and couldn't resist touching it a little longer.
Fu Wenzhou coldly slapped his hand away: "Does it hurt?"
Gu Bai said, still wanting more, "It's alright. Have you been getting your hair done lately?"
His previously short, stubble-like hair had grown longer, and the texture looked softer than before. But he couldn't understand why Fu Wenzhou, a perfectly healthy man, had become so obsessed with his hair.
Fu Wenzhou was not satisfied when he heard the words "not bad," and his two sword-like eyebrows furrowed deeply: "You can leave now."
Gu Bai: ...
So you're just a tool?
Well, he's too lazy to stay any longer.
Gu Bai opened the door and saw Song Qingyou carrying Zhouzhou out of the house across the street. She was looking down and stroking the cat's head with her palm.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but it was too terrifying for Gu Bai to think about further.
Surely your own brother wouldn't be so twisted as to compete for attention with a cat?
Gu Bai felt that Fu Wenzhou wasn't that love-struck.
He gave a curt greeting: "Miss Song, it's been a long time."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou looked up, her smile distant and indifferent: "Long time no see, Young Master Gu."
Gu Bai clicked his tongue. Song Qingyou was just like that. She wasn't close to anyone. It was as if there was a barrier around her, equally shielding everyone. It seemed that the people and things in this world were not very important to her. She had never been interested in anything or had any emotional fluctuations with anyone.
He lived like a carefree, detached immortal.
Of course, except for Fu Wenzhou.
Even Gu Bai had to admit that someone's persistent pursuit over the years had not been without results.
At least the little deity would get angry and rage at him, wouldn't he?
Gu Bai didn't know whether he should feel fortunate or sympathetic for his brother.
He wanted to say something more to ease the tension, but someone couldn't hold back any longer and jumped out to kick him out.
What are you still standing here for?
A cold, impatient voice came from behind.
Gu Bai turned his head and saw Fu Wenzhou's handsome face dark with anger.
I only said one sentence to Song Qingyou. Is this man really that serious?!
He turned around with a sly grin, smiling intimately at Song Qingyou: "Miss Song, come visit the Gu family sometime, I... damn it!"
Before Gu Bai could finish speaking, he was kicked hard, and he stumbled and almost fell.
Fu Wenzhou said coldly, "Why don't you go donate your tongue instead of talking so much nonsense?"
"..."
Hehe, may I leave now?
After Gu Bai left, Song Qingyou carefully considered her tone and said, "I'll leave Zhouzhou with you. I have something to do in another province."
Fu Wenzhou frowned immediately: "What are you going to do in another province?"
Song Qingyou placed Zhouzhou in his arms: "I told you I had something to do."
“A few days,” Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice.
Song Qingyou glanced at him. It had been two days since she last saw him, and his hair seemed to have grown longer, with some curls at the ends. It looked really nice to touch. She wondered which one felt better, his or Zhouzhou's.
Realizing she had this thought, Song Qingyou was startled and quickly banished the inappropriate idea from her mind.
"Three or four days."
"Where to?"
"..." Song Qingyou was speechless for a moment: "Are you checking my household registration?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "Even if you didn't tell me, I would have known."
Song Qingyou believed this: "Then you can investigate on your own."
After saying that, he went inside and closed the door.
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