One week later.
Fu Changlin's company was found to have evaded taxes, amounting to a huge sum, and was also suspected of economic crimes. Fu Changlin and Qin You were both arrested.
All of their businesses were seized. According to insiders, their son, Fu Tingshen, disappeared for so long because of intentional homicide and is now in prison.
With such a major incident suddenly occurring in the Fu family, many people in Beijing's social circles called Fu Wenzhou to express their condolences.
Fu Wenzhou toyed with Song Qingyou's hair with his fingertips and said casually, "I am also heartbroken about what happened to my uncle's family. Well, thank you for your concern, Uncle."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Wenzhou smiled slyly: "Youyou, these people are really hypocritical."
Song Qingyou paused in her book-turning motion. "You're just as good."
Fu Wenzhou snorted and swept away Zhouzhou who was leaning in with his long legs. "There are still half a month until the New Year."
Song Qingyou looked up at the calendar on the table, somewhat stunned.
Does time really fly by?
There are only two weeks left until Chinese New Year.
Song Qingyou felt nothing; for her, the Lunar New Year was just another year older, nothing more.
Fu Wenzhou's tone sounded cheerful: "Let's spend this year together."
Song Qingyou turned to a page and said calmly, "Didn't we spend last year together too?"
She still remembered that at the end of last year, Fu Tingshen went to accompany Lin Niaoniao, and the liveliness of the Song family had nothing to do with her. She lived alone in Wutong Apartment and originally thought that it would be no different from previous years. She would have a simple dinner with Uncle Chang and watch the Spring Festival Gala for a while, and that would be the end of the year.
But she didn't expect that at midnight, Fu Wenzhou would be standing outside the door and knocking 12 times.
After the door opened, the man said with a big smile, "Song Qingyou, Happy New Year."
That was the first time Song Qingyou's heart pounded uncontrollably, deafeningly.
Out of turn, Song Qingyou let the person in that night.
Fu Wenzhou paused, then said in a hoarse voice, "It's different. Youyou, this year is different."
Song Qingyou looked up at him and smiled, "How is it different?"
Fu Wenzhou pinched her chin, kissed her lips, and nuzzled her nose against hers, saying in a deep voice, "This year, I'm your boyfriend."
Boy friend……
Song Qingyou's eyes flickered slightly. After a while, she closed the book and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Fu Wenzhou asked tentatively, carefully observing her reaction. Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't hold back when she stood up and left without a word.
Song Qingyou turned around and chuckled, "Boyfriend, why are you so nosy?"
Even after Song Qingyou's figure disappeared into the direction of the bedroom, Fu Wenzhou remained standing there motionless, in a stiff and dazed state.
It took him a long time to feel his blood flowing back to normal. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and ran to the bedroom in a few quick steps.
He almost tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground because he was walking too fast, but luckily he managed to keep his balance.
When Fu Wenzhou barged in, Song Qingyou was changing clothes, her slender and beautiful waist exposed. She was startled when she saw him suddenly come over, still in the position of taking off her clothes.
Fu Wenzhou hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse and deep: "Say it again, Youyou, say it again, okay?"
Otherwise, he would think it was his imagination.
Song Qingyou felt the man's hands trembling slightly as he held her tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.
Song Qingyou was having trouble breathing as he hugged her so domineeringly and possessively. She patted his hand and said, "Let go."
Fu Wenzhou loosened his grip somewhat, but was unwilling to let go of her completely, his eyes burning with intensity: "What did you just call me? Say it again."
Song Qingyou said helplessly, "Boyfriend."
Fu Wenzhou tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes to calm the turmoil in his heart, and after a while, he gave up and pestered Song Qingyou: "Sister, I want to hear more."
"..." Song Qingyou took a deep breath: "I need to change my clothes."
Fu Wenzhou bent down and took a piece of clothing from the wardrobe, carefully and gently helping her put it on. His tone was urgent and pleading: "Youyou, just call me one more time, just once."
Song Qingyou pushed him away expressionlessly: "I won't call you that."
Zhouzhou took the opportunity to move closer to Song Qingyou, but before she could get close, she was kicked aside.
Zhouzhou: ...That sixth brother!!!
The kitten was so angry that its fur stood on end. It grabbed the man's trouser leg and pried at it with all its might.
Fu Wenzhou was completely focused on Song Qingyou and had no time to pay attention to Zhouzhou. Without any politeness, he grabbed Zhouzhou by the neck and warned, "I'll take you to get sterilized tomorrow."
Zhouzhou: ...I'm outta here.
The kitten ran away, and Fu Wenzhou had another chance to pester her. Tall and burly, he followed behind Song Qingyou like a Tibetan Mastiff: "Sister..."
Song Qingyou couldn't take it anymore: "If you keep nagging, I'll take you to get sterilized with Zhouzhou tomorrow."
Fu Wenzhou fell silent; he quieted down and said nothing more.
He obediently picked up Zhouzhou from the ground and walked away sheepishly.
Song Qingyou finally got some peace and quiet, but just as she took a step, her phone rang suddenly.
Upon seeing the caller ID, she answered without changing her expression: "What can I do for you, Mr. Song?"
Song Yuan had originally intended to confront the other party, but he was taken aback by being addressed as "Mr. Luo." After realizing what was happening, he angrily retorted, "Song Qingyou, I'm your father!"
Song Qingyou said calmly, "If I remember correctly, we broke off our relationship not long ago."
Song Yuan choked for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Where is Song Chen? Where did he go? He was fine in Binhai before, how come he disappeared from Binhai as soon as you arrived? Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you."
Song Qingyou paused, then suddenly asked, "Is your arm feeling any better?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yuan flew into a rage, "Song Qingyou! She did it on purpose, she must have done it on purpose! She deliberately stabbed him in his wound!"
Song Qingyou: "I'm not deaf, you don't need to shout so loudly."
Song Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing all his anger: "Where exactly is Song Chen?"
"He lost money gambling and was imprisoned in the Jiang family's underground bank. What, are you going to take out 1.5 billion to ransom him?" Song Qingyou's voice was very calm, revealing no emotion.
She was certain that Song Yuan wouldn't dare to act arrogantly towards the Jiang family.
As expected, Song Yuan stopped questioning him sternly and instead said after a moment of silence, "I'm going home for the Chinese New Year this year."
Song Qingyou's expression turned slightly cold: "Going home for the New Year?"
Song Yuandao said, "Yes, our whole family hasn't had a meal together in a long time. Since you got divorced this year, come home for the New Year. I've wronged you all these years, and I'll make it up to you in the future, Qingyou, your stepmother and I..."
"Dad," Song Qingyou interrupted him, chuckling softly, "Do you know what you look like right now?"
Song Yuan frowned: "What?"
Song Qingyou said coldly, "It's like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken."
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