Song Qingyou only discovered that her jade bracelet had been switched after she had eaten breakfast. She stared blankly at the jade Buddha bracelet on her wrist, each bead of which was emerald green and had a smooth, lustrous sheen.
She fell in love almost at first sight.
But Song Qingyou had no recollection of this at all.
Who changed it for her?
There seems to be no one else in this room. Last night, I vaguely saw Fu Wenzhou.
Is it him?
If so, then she would have to give an extremely expensive gift to match this string of Buddhist prayer beads...
I hope they won't bankrupt them...
Song Qingyou thought blankly to herself that she was still quite short of money.
She sighed almost imperceptibly and got out of bed.
The news of Lime's successful overseas listing quickly reached China. For a company founded just three years ago to achieve this in such a short time is quite remarkable.
Before the plane took off, Song Qingyou received a message from China.
"Song Shi has invested an additional 300 million yuan, the contract has been signed, and it has been agreed that Qing Ning will invest in Song's Group's subsidiary project in the form of a share differential."
Song Qingyou closed her phone and breathed a long sigh of relief. All her years of hard work had finally paid off.
"Miss Song."
A detached voice interrupted Song Qingyou's thoughts.
She gently lifted her eyelids to look at the source of the voice, somewhat surprised: "Mr. Ruan is also on this flight?"
What a coincidence!
"Hmm." Ruan Ming sat in his wheelchair, with an older man pushing it from behind.
The old man was quite shocked, as he rarely saw his young master initiate conversations with others, but he hid it well.
Ruan Mingchen asked, "Have you considered the deal I proposed?"
Song Qingyou paused, recalling what Ruan Mingchen had said that night.
She nodded slightly, her gaze falling on the jade Buddha bracelet on her wrist, and said humbly, "I'm sorry, although marrying you would bring me many benefits, I think a woman's value cannot be realized solely by relying on a man. I will fight for what I want myself, and as for what you want, I think it might be better to find someone else."
Ruan Mingchen nodded, as if the answer was not important to him, and that his suggestion that night was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.
"Ruan Mingchen".
A deep, sexy voice broke the silence between the two.
Fu Wenzhou, carrying a cup of hot milk, walked over with a displeased expression and stood between Song Qingyou and Ruan Mingchen: "What do you want to do?"
Ruan Mingchen glanced at him indifferently. The other man's protective and wary gaze amused him, but he didn't care about the relationship between the two: "Miss Song, I still hope you can seriously consider my suggestion. After all, it would be beneficial to both of us."
"What suggestion?" Fu Wenzhou said coldly, "I advise you to give up on Song Qingyou."
Ruan Mingchen: "This is none of your business. Uncle Ding, let's go."
Fu Wenzhou's handsome face grew even colder; he had never found Ruan Mingchen so irritating.
Song Qingyou rubbed her temples: "Milk."
Fu Wenzhou then withdrew his sharp gaze from Ruan Mingchen, placed the milk in Song Qingyou's palm, and sat down next to her.
"What did he suggest to you?"
Song Qingyou paused slightly with her fingertips: "It's nothing."
Fu Wenzhou was very upset. Just thinking about the way Ruan Mingchen looked at Song Qingyou earlier made him feel like a million ants were crawling all over him.
Looking up, I saw Song Qingyou drinking milk with her head tilted back, and the irritation in my heart turned into restlessness.
She tilted her long, slender neck back, so white and delicate, it looked as if a single bite could break through her skin. Her pink lips were stained with a little milk, and she tried to roll her soft tongue back up, but to no avail.
The little bit of milk stain still stubbornly remained at the corner of his mouth.
Fu Wenzhou's throat was terribly dry, and his eyes were as sticky and brooding as spider silk, with an overwhelming desire in his eyes, not just physical but also psychological.
He had tasted these lips before; they were soft and sweet. He wanted to taste more and see if they were as fragrant and soft elsewhere.
Fu Wenzhou thought with annoyance: How could she be so despicable? He longed for her day and night, wishing he could tear her apart and devour her whole.
Realizing his filthy thoughts, Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced himself to turn his head away from looking at her.
I'm afraid that if Yoyo sees him like this, he'll be scared.
Fu Wenzhou thought Gu Bai was right.
He was poisoned by someone named Song Qingyou, and there was no cure.
Song Qingyou was unaware that while she was drinking a glass of milk, the other person's thoughts were already racing.
She put the milk glass aside and picked up the latest issue of a financial magazine.
As soon as the plane landed, Fu Wenzhou, fearing that Ruan Mingchen would come to bother him again, quickly led Song Qingyou off the plane.
When Song Chang finished collecting his checked luggage, the two people were nowhere to be found.
Song Qingyou was forcibly carried into the car by him, and said with some annoyance, "Uncle Chang hasn't come yet!"
Fu Wenzhou, driving the car, said, "I've sent someone to pick him up, so you don't need to worry."
Song Qingyou had no choice but to give an address: "Take me here."
Fu Wenzhou said with a dark face, "You just got back and instead of adjusting to the time difference and getting some rest, you went out to eat dinner?"
Song Qingyou: "These people are all target clients of Shiyu Venture Capital. Yan Shaoqin has done a lot for this, so I can't not support him."
Fu Wenzhou's face darkened even more: "So you're going to have dinner with Yan Shaoqin."
Song Qingyou's voice was cold and clear: "I'm going over there."
Fu Wenzhou cursed and turned the car around.
Even though he was furious, he didn't dare drive too fast and drove at a steady pace all the way to the Dongjiang Hotel.
Song Qingyou didn't let him come with her and went to the private room Yan Shaoqin had mentioned on her own.
Fu Wenzhou stared at her swaying, slender figure, then slammed his fist on the steering wheel, his face terrifyingly gloomy.
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