Jiangcheng.
Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out of the SY Group's gate. She had originally thought that this contract would take a lot of effort, but she didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
The other party's representative signed the contract immediately after reviewing the proposal, and even promised to sign a confidentiality agreement.
SY holds a dominant position in Jiangcheng, and its group is involved in multiple fields. Acquiring SY is equivalent to acquiring Jiangcheng.
She has successfully completed her mission.
Song Qingyou opened the medicine bottle and swallowed a small pill, and the knot in her chest immediately dissipated.
He took out his phone and dialed Song Chang's number.
"Uncle Chang, the contract with SY has been signed. They have agreed to invest 1.8 billion yuan in Qingning and assist Qingning in listing overseas."
Song Chang exclaimed excitedly, "That's wonderful! But why did SY agree to give so much money all at once?"
Song Qingyou paused for a moment: "I'm not sure either. They probably saw the potential in Qing Ning."
In any case, once we have this money, we can invest in the projects that the Song family sent over, and it will be much easier to acquire Song's shares then.
The person in charge of SY watched Song Qingyou get into the car, and respectfully held his phone and said, "President Fu, I've done everything you asked. Is there anything else you need? Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, the person in charge couldn't help but sigh.
Who exactly is this Miss Song? She managed to get the famous Jiang family's grandson to personally hand over 1.8 billion yuan with just a few words.
However, the affairs of high society were not something that ordinary employees like him could discuss casually. He took the newly signed contract and entered the elevator.
The wind rustles through the treetops.
Song Qingyou leaned against the ginkgo tree next to her and coughed for a long time. Jiangcheng was colder than Beijing. She was dressed more warmly today. She had changed her usual cheongsam into a business suit. Black stockings covered her calves, which were straight, well-proportioned, and very beautiful.
Sitting in the taxi, Song Qingyou softly gave an address.
Back at the hotel, the first thing Song Qingyou did was take a hot bath. The scalding water enveloped her delicate skin, and only as her body gradually warmed up did her tense nerves slowly relax.
Before I knew it, I was falling asleep.
"Green pomelo".
"Song Qingyou".
In a daze, Song Qingyou thought someone was calling her.
Her vision went black, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss, and someone below was desperately pulling her down. Song Qingyou could hardly breathe.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw Song Yuan in the darkness.
Song Yuan was cursing at her again.
They called her bad luck, a little beast, and cursed her for not dying with Song Ning. Song Qingyou didn't like people talking about Song Ning, so she argued with Song Yuan, who then pulled out his belt and started hitting her.
pain……
It really hurts so much...
Song Qingyou lay curled up in the snow, feeling miserable. Song Yuan ordered the servants not to bring her food; she felt like she was about to die.
Because she thought she saw Song Ning.
Someone please save her...
Someone, please save her...
Song Qingyou's swollen eyes were barely open; the moon hung high in the sky, its gentle light pouring down.
Someone walked towards her through the heavy snow.
"Youyou!"
Fu Wenzhou pulled Song Qingyou out of the water and kept calling her name.
Song Qingyou awoke from her slumber, her eyes somewhat dazed. She blinked, as if she had seen her god.
"Fu Wenzhou?"
Fu Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had finally regained consciousness. He held her tightly in his arms, as if she were a treasure that had been lost and found again.
His voice was suppressed and hoarse, mixed with a doting tone that even he himself was unaware of: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Song Qingyou paused, and the feeling of near-death terror vanished in an instant.
Perhaps it was Fu Wenzhou's words that had an effect, or perhaps it was because the hug was so warm and powerful.
In short, for the first time, Song Qingyou wasn't so scared when she woke up from nightmares.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she began to feel attached to this embrace, unable to bear pushing it away.
Fortunately, Fu Wenzhou saw that she had calmed down and took the initiative to let go.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Fu Wenzhou looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with unbearable heartache.
Song Qingyou nodded blankly: "Mm."
As if remembering something, Song Qingyou raised her eyes: "What season was the first time we met?"
Fu Wenzhou didn't know why she suddenly asked this. He lowered his eyes and his cold fingers stopped at the corner of her eye, wiping away the tear.
"Winter Solstice," he said.
Song Qingyou was taken aback: "Isn't it summer?"
Fu Wenzhou thought to himself, "You met me in the summer, but I first met you on the winter solstice."
The overhead light was bright but not glaring, falling into his dark and deep eyes.
She sighed helplessly, "Sister, you were lying in the yard, and I carried you back to the house."
That day was the first time he went to the Song family with his grandfather, and it was also the first time he saw Song Qingyou being bullied.
He had never seen anyone left so lifeless in a snow-covered yard, like a fragile rag doll.
Fu Wenzhou begged Old Master Fu to intercede, and Song Yuan finally agreed to let someone bring Song Qingyou into the house.
No one in the Song family was willing to pick up a broken doll, so in the end, Fu Wenzhou carried the child back home.
He always knew she wasn't doing well in the Song family, which is why he went abroad to build his own power and take back everything from the Fu family.
He begged her not to marry Fu Tingshen, saying that if she waited for him for two years, he would be able to establish himself in Jiangcheng, and then he could help her deal with either the Fu family or the Song family.
But she didn't wait.
She still got married.
But it doesn't matter, he's still the one who kisses her, hugs her, and touches her skin.
It could only be him.
Song Qingyou's heart was pounding, whether from embarrassment at his calling her "sister" or from shock at the fact that the moon in her dream actually existed.
After she finished relaxing, she suddenly remembered that she was taking a shower and was completely naked, thus exposing herself entirely to Fu Wenzhou's view.
Song Qingyou's ears turned red instantly, and she quickly stood up to find a bath towel. With her movements, her beautiful figure was fully revealed, and every inch of her body was displayed in front of the man.
Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes were terrifyingly deep, and burning desire was hidden deep within them.
But he dared not expose his clumsy thoughts to the public, fearing he would frighten her.
Song Qingyou quickly realized that standing would make her more exposed, and she was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to sit or stand. Finally, she glared at him angrily and said, "Get out!"
"Youyou, how can you turn your back on me like this?" Fu Wenzhou chuckled, his voice lazy and husky. His gaze traveled down her collarbone, his eyes darkening. "Do you want me to carry you?"
Song Qingyou was so angry she almost bit her teeth to pieces, her cheeks as red as persimmons, both ashamed and annoyed: "I can walk by myself, you go out first."
Fu Wenzhou stepped forward with a deep look in his eyes, picked the person up from the pool without saying a word, and strode out of the bathroom.
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