Song Chang was waiting outside the door. When he saw Song Qingyou come out, he went around to the back seat, opened the car door, and helped her into the car.
Seeing that her face was even paler than when she went in, he realized that she had been harassed again at the Song family's house.
In the elite circles of Beijing, many marriages end in divorce, but none of them escape returning to their own homes to continue living the life of a pampered young lady. Only the Song family has this problem, which only leads to them demanding an explanation.
My daughter got divorced, and he won't even stay for a meal.
Song Changqi said angrily, "They only know how to bully Miss because she has no one backing her!"
Song Qingyou adjusted her shawl and said softly, "It's alright, Uncle Chang. You're getting old, don't always hold a grudge."
"But the Song family was clearly built up by your maternal grandfather. It's one thing for them to usurp our place, but they even tried to kick you out. If that mistress hadn't come knocking on our door back then, how could Madam have..."
Song Chang suddenly stopped mid-sentence, turning back with worry and unease: "I'm sorry, Miss, I shouldn't have brought that up..."
Song Qingyou's beautiful eyes darkened slightly, and after coughing a few times, she said, "It's nothing."
The scenery outside the car window flashed by, and Song Qingyou's eyes were empty, with a sadness that she usually hid deep slowly surfacing in them.
Song Qingyou never met her mother because Song Ning died during childbirth due to severe bleeding. As a child, she thought that everyone in the Song family disliked her because her birth had caused her mother's death.
In order to gain even a little bit of attention from Song's father, she didn't compete or fight for anything, was obedient and well-behaved, and always got first place in every subject. She even endured her illness without saying a word, naively believing that as long as she was good enough and as long as she didn't get sick, her father wouldn't dislike her and would give her a little love.
Later, Song Qingyou finally learned the truth: Song Ning's difficult childbirth was because when she was eight months pregnant, Song Yuan's mistress came to her door with her child, which angered Song Ning so much that she went into premature labor and died from massive bleeding during the surgery.
Furthermore, Song Yuan had committed marriage fraud back then. He already had two children with his first love back in his hometown. After Song Ning died, he took the two children to the Song family to raise.
After getting tired of his mistress, Song Yuan divorced her and married Li Ruo.
Song Qingyou clearly understood that Song Yuan didn't like her because her existence constantly reminded him that he was a son-in-law who married into the family, relied on being a kept man, deceived women, and was ungrateful and repaid kindness with enmity to get what he had today.
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes. The car's heater was on, and her body gradually warmed up, her headache slowly subsiding: "Uncle Chang, let's go to Yalin Villa."
Song Chang asked in surprise, "You're going to see President Fu?"
Song Qingyou was both amused and exasperated, her tone somewhat helpless: "Yalin Villa isn't just for Fu Wenzhou."
Song Chang then remembered that the young master of the Yan family also lived here: "May I ask you a question?"
"Hmm?" Song Qingyou looked up.
Song Chang said, "Miss, your company needs investment. Why don't you ask President Fu for help, instead of condescending to come to Yan Shaoqin?"
Song Qingyou leaned against the car window, covered her mouth and coughed lightly: "Although Yan Shaoqin's character is not good, he is an excellent partner. Before returning to China, he worked in venture capital abroad and knows this field well. I can get a laborer for free by just paying a little money. Isn't that great?"
Of course, the main reason is that Yan Shaoqin and Fu Wenzhou are the only ones who don't get along in this circle. The others are all Fu Wenzhou's cronies. She doesn't want to get involved with Fu Wenzhou anymore, so Yan Shaoqin is her only option.
"But Mr. Fu..."
Song Qingyou slightly lifted her eyelids and interrupted, "Uncle Chang, you are a member of the Song family."
Song Chang suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with shame and apology: "Miss, I will never mention Fu Wenzhou again."
Song Qingyou said it was alright. She knew that Song Chang had always wanted to match her up with Fu Wenzhou, but given their relationship, she wouldn't be willing to stay in the capital and lose face.
She had been used to being ridiculed since childhood, so she didn't care about such things as propriety and shame.
But she didn't want Fu Wenzhou to be criticized.
That person has a terrible temper; when he goes crazy, he doesn't recognize anyone, not even his own family. She had witnessed it once before, and she never wanted to see it again in her life.
Two years ago, Fu Wenzhou learned about her true situation in the Fu family. In order to force Fu Tingshen to take the initiative to divorce, he was going to hand over the property left to him by the old master Fu as a bargaining chip. In the end, Gu Bai came to tell her. After she found out, she stopped him in time and said some harsh words to make him give up.
Song Qingyou thought Fu Wenzhou was a bit off. Why did he have to hand over all his assets just because of a divorce?
After this incident, she moved up her plans, shortening the originally planned five-year marriage period to three years.
Yalin Villa is a well-known upscale residential area in Beijing, located in a prime downtown location with lake views and a tranquil environment.
Song Qingyou got out of the car. She originally planned to go to Yan's company to find Yan Shaoqin, but Yan Miao said that Yan Shaoqin was on vacation today. Since it was still early, she decided to come over.
Having informed Yan Shaoqin beforehand, Song Qingyou waited for him in the tea restaurant of Yalin Villa.
Yan Shaoqin arrived quickly after receiving the call. Unlike his usual suit and tie, he was dressed casually today, looking more like a young and handsome college student than a CEO.
Yan Shaoqin spotted Song Qingyou in the corner of the windowsill at a glance. It wasn't that he had good eyesight, but rather that Song Qingyou was strikingly beautiful.
Even a frail, sickly willow tree can still move the heart.
Yan Shaoqin had seen many beauties, but he had never seen anyone like Song Qingyou before.
She can easily arouse a man's protective instincts.
It's like a delicate and beautiful piece of porcelain, born to be carefully collected and admired in a museum.
Yan Shaoqin raised an eyebrow. Fortunately, he wasn't like Fu Wenzhou, that madman who had to get his hands on anything he liked, even if it meant snatching it away. He wanted to hold it in his hands day and night, hiding it away so no one could see it.
He was always a gentleman and courteous towards beautiful women.
Yan Shaoqin slowly walked over and sat down opposite her: "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Song Qingyou handed him the menu: "What would you like to drink, Young Master Yan?"
Yan Shaoqin smiled faintly and said, "I'm not picky. Miss Song can just order whatever she likes."
Song Qingyou didn't refuse anymore. She had asked Yan Miao about Yan Shaoqin's preferences beforehand, and ordered a few of his usual favorite dishes from the waiter before getting down to business: "I wonder what Yan Shaoqin thinks of the letter of intent for cooperation that I sent you?"
Yan Shaoqin certainly thought it was a good idea, otherwise he wouldn't have accepted this sudden invitation, but he doesn't plan to reveal his thoughts yet.
He went around in circles, saying, "Why did Miss Song suddenly decide to start a company?"
Song Qingyou took a sip of tea: "It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. You know I'm pretty free right after my divorce, so I just wanted to find something to do."
Yan Shaoqin naturally didn't believe her. What interested him more was: "You came to me before to sell your shares, and now you're coming to me again to start a venture capital firm. Aren't you afraid that the Fu family will get jealous?"
Song Qingyou pretended to be confused: "Young Master Yan is overthinking it. You're already divorced, why would you be jealous? Besides, I came to talk about cooperation, not flirting."
“I was talking about…” Yan Shaoqin looked behind Song Qingyou, his eyes lowered with great interest: “The one behind you.”
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