Since then, Song Qingyou has been busy with work. Qingning is about to be listed overseas, and Qingning is operating the projects sent by the Song family in the form of shares. At the same time, Shiyu Venture Capital, which she and Yan Shaoqin established, is gradually getting on track.
She gets very little sleep each day, and no matter how much Song Chang tries to persuade her, it's no use. As the young lady grows thinner and coughs up blood more frequently, his heart races wildly.
I'm always worried that one day I'll open my eyes and the young lady will be gone.
Song Chang knew that she wanted to use Qing Ning to sideline the Song family as soon as possible, but no matter how anxious she was, she had to take care of her health.
But his anxiety was useless; the person involved remained calm and composed. All he could do was urge her to take her medicine on time every day.
Song Qingyou didn't not want to sleep; she just couldn't. Her insomnia was getting worse, and she would often wake up coughing in the middle of the night. Rather than tossing and turning in bed, she simply got up and started working.
With the listing of Qingning imminent, she had to secure Song Yuan's projects before he became aware of them, making him willingly invest his funds, and then withdraw her support at the last minute.
Only if the Song Group's capital chain breaks down will Song Yuan be in a hurry to sell shares to obtain capital injection.
She was going to take back everything he had taken from her mother and grandfather, bit by bit.
Song Qingyou slumped wearily on the table, her head throbbing with pain. Her health was deteriorating day by day. She already had a heart problem, and now the mental and physical strain was taking a toll on her even more.
A notification popped up on WeChat.
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples, glanced up, and then sighed helplessly.
I've been hiding from Fu Wenzhou for almost a month now.
For the past month, she has stayed indoors and had the locks changed. This time, she was smarter and didn't install a combination lock, so Fu Wenzhou couldn't get in without the key.
But my phone suffered the consequences, bombarded with WeChat calls non-stop lately.
Song Qingyou didn't know how to face Fu Wenzhou. She was disappointed that he didn't believe her that day.
But when it comes to this disappointment, she finds it strange that she cares about Fu Wenzhou's opinion of her.
She wasn't oblivious when it came to matters of the heart. Realizing that she might also have some unspeakable feelings for Fu Wenzhou, she could only force herself to retreat into her shell and avoid him if she couldn't afford to offend him.
Song Qingyou has always been keenly aware that every minute of her time is marked with a timeline, and within this limited time, she has things more important than love to do.
She took a deep breath, patted her face, and forced herself to stay awake, continuing to stare at the dense English text on the computer screen.
She was going to the US early tomorrow morning to prepare for the launch of limes, and she dared not slack off for a moment.
The plane pierced the sky, and Song Qingyou landed safely.
Song Chang followed behind her carrying her luggage. The two had arranged their accommodation in advance and went to the hotel to rest for one night. The next day, they attended a banquet hosted by some overseas investors.
Song Qingyou did not attend as the owner of Qingning; instead, the current CEO of Qingning took her place.
She sat quietly in the corner, holding a wine glass, not a drop of champagne was missing.
After observing for a while and finding no problems, she got up and went to the courtyard.
The moonlight, like flowing water, quietly spilled onto the branches and leaves in the courtyard, adding a touch of mystery to the manor at night.
Song Qingyou was strolling alone in the backyard when she suddenly heard some noises from the depths of the yard.
Under the moonlight, the man lay sprawled to one side, struggling to get up and sit back in the wheelchair beside him.
"Do you need any help?"
Song Qingyou asked softly.
The sudden sound made the man freeze in his tracks, his already gloomy face turning even colder, as if he was extremely unwilling to be seen in his disheveled state.
Even his voice betrayed a barely suppressed anger: "I don't need it! Get out of here!"
Song Qingyou: "..."
Since others didn't accept her kindness, she didn't plan to stay any longer.
She glanced at the man and then turned and left.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of something hard falling to the ground behind me.
Song Qingyou paused, turned around and walked to the man's side, meeting his angry gaze.
"I've already seen your most vulnerable side, there's no point in hiding it anymore, so—"
Song Qingyou asked, "Do you need any help?"
Her gaze blurred into fragmented images, her moon-white gauze dress casting dappled shadows, shrouded in a cool halo, as she stood alone in the night.
Ruan Mingchen saw her face clearly and recognized her as the woman in the cheongsam at the Ruan family charity gala that day.
He glanced at her up and down and inexplicably felt that this woman looked better in a cheongsam.
He no longer refused, but his face remained sullen.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingyou bent down and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up. However, she overestimated her strength and stumbled, falling down with the man.
Ruan Mingchen's dark eyes locked onto her: "Help?"
Song Qingyou was thrown hard and started coughing violently. She took out a medicine bottle from her bag, tilted her head back and swallowed a pill. Only then did the urge to cough up her internal organs subside a little.
She looked up, her eyes reddening slightly: "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well."
In the end, Ruan Mingchen only lent her a third of his strength, and relied on himself to get back into his wheelchair.
Song Qingyou gave a very apologetic smile.
Ruan Ming glanced at her for a moment, then called out to her as she was about to leave: "Song Qingyou."
Song Qingyou turned around, "You know me?"
“I don’t know him,” Ruan Mingchen said.
Song Qingyou choked for a moment.
Fortunately, the other party quickly explained their intention: "I heard that you saved my brother before."
Song Qingyou paused for a few seconds to recall, then frowned slightly: "You are Ruan Mingchen?"
Ruan Mingchen hummed in agreement. His features were deep-set, and he exuded a coldness that kept strangers at bay. "How about we make a deal?"
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